(6-months after leaving David's house)
Chaos quickly came to a quiet. Just minutes prior I was convinced I'd miss my flight, but with heroic speed and polite travelers allowing me to cut in line, I finally wedged down into my crammed seat. I closed my eyes with nerves swirling knowing what was planned for later that night. I opened my eyes to place a drink order - with a quick correction to make it a double. The flight to New York was only two hours, but at that moment, I wished it was much longer so I could settle my anticipation.
While waiting for my drink, my eyes closed again while my brain stewed in my life's whirlwind of change.
In the last few months, my fiance left me, I switched careers and lost my crush, David.
After leaving his house with a smile that split face, I knew my curiosity wasn't finished with David. We had an authentic physical connection to each other that I genuinely wanted to continue to explore. Though I wasn't quite ready to fully rearrange my life and just ditch my fiance for this sexual exploration.
As I look back now, clearly my inner conscious was occupied by this new dimension of sexuality and interest because once my fiance returned home - that was the beginning of our end.
We became oblivious to each other - weeks went by before we really even conversed. No sex, no communication and really no acknowledgment of the loss of either.
Finally she took the courage to ask, "what happened to us?" while we were in bed watching a show.
"Your guess is as good as mine."
"Is this a temp thing - or are we done?"
"I mean - I think we're both hoping it's a temp thing, but we're both probably smart enough to know otherwise."
"I hate that I agree."
Long story short, I found a new apartment the following day and was moved out by week's end. Sadly, it was the easiest breakup of my life.
Within a few days of living in a depressing new, empty apartment - David crept back into my thoughts. His touch, his lips, his thick cock, his tight asshole - even the taste of his cum. I was hungry for more.
I texted him, "Hi."
Hours went by with nothing in return. Did I wait to long? I'm guessing so.
I texted him again the following day with, "Hi again. Guessing I took too long to reach out - but as I'm sure you could tell, I've had my head and hands full with relationship crap. Just so you know - I'm officially single."
Silence.
I never had checked my phone so many times. It hurt like hell to know David seemingly had wiped me from existence.
A couple days had gone by and I decided to call the massage studio.
"Hello - I'd love to schedule an appointment - by chance David available on Thursday?"
"I'm sorry but David no longer works here - he moved earlier this week. I can schedule you with Audry, she's new and people seem to love her."
"Oh wow - David moved - I'm shocked as I was just there and he gave me the best massage ever."
"Yeah - we are all in a state of shock - he just was gone one day. He didn't tell anyone why or where he was going."
