Tongue Tied
I find myself calling it ‘the house’, rather than ‘our house’ even though we’ve spent the last four days loading up the trailer with my belongings and raw materials we’d salvaged from some incredible homes my family bought to teardown. What a dream to be giving new life to such beautiful pieces. How rewarding to enjoy time together in this way, literally hand selecting each piece, disassembling and packing them away for transport North. It’s worth stating that Mr. Wilderness looks incredibly sexy while working. My only regret is being too focused on the task at hand to act on my sexual impulses.
Leaving our home (trying this on for size) was not hard because I know it’s waiting for me when I return. Leaving Mr. Wilderness and the daily doses of pleasure that often resulted more than just once, is a different story. It’s not just the way he devours me with his eyes, his hands, his tongue and his cock, it’s the freedom to indulge in the random moments of joy. I’ll miss the way that we fell asleep holding hands, the times I’d feel his tongue between my legs, licking my pussy even before my eyes opened for the day.
As I write now, I am lounging on the luxurious patio alongside the hot tubs and cold plunge at Espace Thomas in Montreal. I am days away from seeing Hugh, but my mind and my heart are focused North. I’d never felt at home until I moved to New York in 2008 and now it seems I found a new place to call home; It only took 5 years since leaving what some call The Big Apple. I am fully confident about my commitment to Mr. Wilderness, yet even though the town really does feel like home, there is fear about how I will be received by the others.
How will this final summer in Montreal play out? What will my connection with Hugh become? The anticipation of our third date is starting to feel like that of our first. We’ve built a beautiful friendship in the preceding months, but the distance has been tough in terms of my desire for him.
Summer is fading fast, while it’s also just beginning. The biggest question of the moment… Do I reply to the text from that sexy engineer/gymnast asking if he can tie me up?
After all, he did tell me he’s been practicing.