the-daddy-gentleman:need someone here with me When we were there in Memphis together, I was honestly

the-daddy-gentleman:

need someone here with me

When we were there in Memphis together, I was honestly in so much pain and he was so exhausted with all the financial bullshit that other than a brief lovely episode of his cock in my pussy bringing me to orgasm, we didn’t do much, sex-wise.  But we were together in that beautiful room in The Peabody, enjoying each other’s presence.  And he touched me gently, stroking my poor aching shoulder blade like this, the warmth of his large hand against my skin a tremendous comfort.  And I snuggled up to his furry body, so happy to be beside him if only for a night before we had to each fly to other places that our corporate masters dictated.

This is what the love of an airline captain and a flight attendant from different parts of the country looks like.  It is a beautiful thing.  But an infrequent thing.  And maybe that’s what keeps it fresh.  All I know is that I’m longing to see him again, as I have been every single fucking time we’ve parted since that fateful day I first met him.