Then, there was this love

When I arrived, he was in a wrinkly blue shirt. He was smiling and I asked him if he were working from home. He said no, he came home because it had been sometime sine we saw each other and he arrived to see me. He knew it had been sometime. I had missed him. I knew it had been sometime. He knew that I'd have wanted to see him. I still felt that I had just met him. When I raised my eyes to meet his, I realized that he had been looking at me. So I smiled. As he kissed me I whined that I had no heard from him. He apologized and said he knew it had been a while but then we have been keeping in touch over the emails and messages. I said, "really?" When I was with him, I often forget how it was like to be separated from him. I love him. It was not really something I could tell others at this point. It's the only thing that made sense. I'm obsessed with him. When he's in my life, when I know when I'd see him and be with him again, the world is a beautiful place. When I did not know that, it becomes stormy and dark clouded. I missed him like I missed my limp.

He lifted my dress up and removed my black panties and he was first kneeling down and then he sat on the floor. I continued to sit on my chair and he started to go down on me. In that position I remained and he kept on eating me out, and licking my pussy until I was soft, wet and turned on. It went on for what seems to be hours. His face buried in my wetness. I touched his hair as he licked and sucked and caressed my pussy lips. I wondered if that was something men did to their women. Just recently I was beginning to miss how he used to go down on me, and how the oral sex part was missing. It was as if he had read my mind.

He took me to the back of the house. There he penetrated me. I always knew that I loved sex with him. and I wanted to have more of it. He knew all of my wishes but he did not have time to see me always.

I asked him if he still loved me. He said that he did. That he was mine. He sometimes said things like that, and I remembered he said that before, a number of years ago. I tried to make sense of everything when he was not around. But the world made no sense to me. I needed him to be alive, to breathes, to survive.

He told me that photos I sent to him are porn. He used that word like a compliment. He liked that I was always horny and had a strong sex drive. I knew that he did too. And I knew he slept around. But I somehow doubt that he could truly be himself when he's with others. He needed those others to remind himself why he's in love with me. The one person who genuinely did not care that he was sleeping with others, as long as he's mine and loves me and be by my side.

School children were making noises like birds. We fell asleep in each other's arms. I rarely had anything to say to him. I knew what I knew. And that was I loved him with all my heart. I would never love like this again And I don't know when this would end. 

This was the only relationship I have ever had, that lasted this long and our physical intrigue with each other seemed to grow over time.

Craving and next storm

The other day I was thinking about him, more specifically the absence of him and I was both sad and relieved. For once in my life I no longer wanted to form any other relationships with anyone other than him, I used to think that there was another person like him but I know now, and I've known it for a long while now, that he was the only person I wanted, needed, and desired. It was not something I thought about, it came to such a conclusion naturally.

I think he and I were on the same wave length when the last time we met and he said our relationship was different  because it was a symbiotic one. I had literately said the same word to another friend of mine, an hour ago. As I was departing and saying goodbye to my girlfriend, she asked me why my relationship was different with him than others, and I told her, without knowing exactly why, those exact same word muttered out of my mouth, and when he then described our relationship exactly the same way literately an hour later, I was surprised, and I asked him to say the word again. He said, "Symbiotic".

I send photos of me to him. He then send back his and a short video. I loved the image of him. I loved every part of him, I absolutely love every part of him, especially his sex organ. I wonder if that's what sets us apart than others. We crave each other. And as time went on, this craving continued.

I wondered if he would ever want to strengthen our relationship or if he wanted to keep me at bay. In any event, I know that I want to be with him, and no other people would ever matter. So now I just do my own thing, and I will wait for the next storm to hit.

A Symbiotic Relationship

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