It was 12:30 Monday morning when I got an urge to fly to Texas. I wanted to finally meet the womyn who had held my lust for so long. The womyn I dreamt of on a daily basis.
Sunny was this Texan beauty, tall with flaming red hair that accented her sensuous nature. I had met her online. She wasn't like any other womyn I had met online. She was challenging, witty, intelligent, and exuded a sexual aura that enticed me... lured me to the brink of madness.
A few times she had called me on the phone, her voice like an angel. Oft times we whispered our conversations...it was like fire that coursed through me, burning embers that seared through my veins, with just the slightest intonation of her voice.
Many times when I was working late at night on the computer signed onto AOL, she would sign on and I could feel myself spurting, my under garments permeated with the liquid that came from me...just from knowing I would soon talk with her.
We used to close our conversations with "I love you," and if ever I had ever felt that emotion, it was stronger then, than any time in my life. I lusted for her in more than a sexual nature. I lusted for her sense of womyn, her sense of being.
When I spent time with her, I became like a Goddess, she made me an entity so powerful....more than lust and desire....only way I can explain it is to say I had some kind of power that coursed through me.
And so on the Sunday before that Monday, in conversation with her, I very cleverly got her to name the firm for which she worked. Having known her for 6 months, I had a fair knowledge of her schedule and daily routines. So armed with that I made reservations to fly into San Antonio the very next day and surprise her.
I knew in some ways this could be disastrous, as she and I both had always accepted the "fantasy" agreement of our so called "relationship." After all, she had a wife and I lived with a partner. But my need to meet her, see her, far outweighed anything that had been agreed upon initially.
I packed light, always having heard that SA would be far warmer than the Bay Area, a couple pairs of slacks and shorts, dress shirts and a leather vest. I did carry on a black leather satchel containing various toys in anticipation of my visit being a success.
I arrived in San Antonio early enough to check into my hotel and grab a shower before I headed down to the financial district to Sunny's office. I called a limousine service and waited for the car, constantly checking myself in the mirror, wanting to be the perfect studly dyke for the womyn of my dreams.
Once outside her firms building, I called to see if she was in and made small talk with the receptionist. I knew the case she was working on at the time, and said that I was a client that she was going to interview. The receptionist fell for it and said Sunny was just leaving the building to head home, but she would leave a message for her, would I care to leave my name and number. I said I would call in the morning and hung up. I had the driver position the car directly across the street from the buildings main entrance, hoping she would exit that door.
It was a chance in a million and for a fleeting second I realized that she may not use that door, or she might even stop elsewhere in the building. Holding my breath wondering what to do next, when she appeared coming through the turnstile doors, carrying a large briefcase and many folders. I cant even begin to tell you how I felt at that moment. I was like Jell-O inside. I wasn't sure how she would react seeing me, but even in my ambivalence, I found myself approaching her.
