The Mistake

Finally, it is Friday. It so happens it is also Friday the 13th but this small detail does not concern me at all. I do not believe in the horoscope or any of the supernatural and scary events you hear along through stories and movies. I have always been a man that believed that there has to be a logical explanation and the rest is nothing but a skewed projection of one's mind. There have been other Friday 13th days before and, despite the fact that, granted. some misfortunes did take place, I never looked at that day with anything else but a compassionate smile. Well, today was just another one of those - or so it started.

I just got out of the shower and water drops can still be spotted on my warm body. I am checking again the time - 06:31. The time you usually wake up and read my morning thoughts which I send to you through the email, late in the night, every single night except the weekends. I smile and think of you - there - just waking up and opening your computer for a couple of minutes - only to read my email before going to work.

Most of these morning thoughts are sensual and passionate - with detailed description on the sexual side and scenarios I think of happening when we meet. I am always hard when writing them and, if not all, somewhere around 98.2% of these emails make you wet, very wet. And it doesn't stop here - we chat and talk during the day while you are at work and my growls [low and often for various reasons] are making your fluids rush through your body. Yes, more wetness. I believe your laundry schedule has changed since a couple of months ago and I am guilty of not being environmental friendly at all - at least not when it comes to the number of washing cycles needed to clean your panties. Sometimes your pants, too. Daily. And I can only hope no one noticed that you drink more water these days. *smile*

The shower took a bit longer this morning - I fully shaved my genital area - thinking about your hungry mouth and how much you will enjoy my smooth skin. I already know how big of a craving you have for oral and your desire to taste me, and I want to feel you unleash everything you have on me. Everything. Well, I had no idea what I was going to unleash from deep inside you - just a few hours later.

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I arrive at the airport without any incidents - you are still one hour and a half away, in a small town, probably working as usual and wondering why am I not online. I haven't told you I am coming as I enjoy surprising and seeing your eyes when realizing we are finally face to face. You very well know I am into doing that kind of surprises and you don't mind - the sooner the better for us both.


The rental is ready and soon I am on my way to you. Less than an hour and half until I see you and less than an hour and a half until our eyes will have met. The thoughts I have cannot be controlled easily - but they all fly into the same direction - you, us. I can only imagine how it will be to see you for the first time, to meet you, to touch the skin I have craved to touch for so many months - and to respond to your touches, your sounds, your words - with so many more of mine.

The traffic goes by and I almost miss the exit - I see you everywhere and even the road signs seem to guide me towards you - there are no miles written to the small town destination - I only see 'minutes until we meet'. There is no paved road and I am not driving a car anymore - it is a grass path and I am floating - to you - and I am sure that if someone would look from outside would only see a large, large smile on my face - and they would probably think I am on drugs from the look on my eyes - on drugs or, well, in love. Strangely enough, I don't do drugs.

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