It was sunny.
Always a good way to start a story. I had driven to meet him. Was running when we exchanged text. He said that he was unable to get away. I had seen him recently and thought it would be fine to not see him again after the holidays.
Ever since not seeing him for six weeks, I had developed a new sense of appreciation for seeing him after less than six weeks of separation. In part I think we are trained to accept the maximum time of separation. We develop tolerance for things and we reset the threshold each time a new gauge is set. Now if I don't see him for two months, I would still be OK. I won't like it but I would not be devastated.
But then he said to meet him in his office after all. We met in his office just after noon. No one was there so it made things a bit interesting. I had never been in his office before.
We embraced. I felt that he was growing hard. He said that it was because of me. He was excited to see me.
I sat on this chair, and unzipped his flier. I took his cock out of his pants and began to go down on him. I liked going down on him. I liked the way he tasted, and I liked giving head.
Then we fucked. First in the black stylish chair, then in his conference room, butt sticking out and that was how he fucked me, doggy-style and like you'd see in a porn shoot, and then me sitting on the table facing him while he entered me. I grabbed hold of him as I came violently and then he came.
I laid my head on his thighs after, resting my hair and my head. We chitchatted.
We told each other of our remaining plans for the week. We talked about the New Years Eve. I wanted to see him when I returned from my trip.
He looked slim, dark framed glasses. His hair was longer, curlier, and his sideburns were turning gray. I touched his hair and asked if he'd dye his hair. He said not for the moment.
He wore black sneakers and jeans and a dress shirt. He ran this tech consulting firm in south of Market. I had never met him in this new office before. I had never been fucked in his office before.
No one had ever affectionately called me "baby' before.
I had never imagined that I could love someone, in a very instinctive way for this long.
Before we parted, I wanted to ask him - "Tell me how this story will end. Tell me how we'd end." But I didn't.
I imagined that when this story ended, there would not be any tears, there would not be any scars, but there would be a bleeding heart, internal bleed only, no surgery would heal the wound and no amount of recovery period could ease the pain, no amount of drugs would fix it, so unless one requested hemispherectomy or lobotomy, memories would stay intact, and pain would persist until the day stories were told millions of times and the protagonist had existed this realm of the world
I had left a note with him. The note listed seven items, seven Christmas presents I planned to give to him.
1. Ten mind-bending
blow jobs. No advance reservation necessary.
2. Ten golden showers. Same rule applies as # 1.
3. Ten unusual sexual fantasies.4. One stay at a clothes-optional spa in the wine country.
5. A renewal of my one year "contractual" commitment to you to stay sexually faithful, adventurous and available for 2013.
6. A promise that I will not fall into the trap
of second year slump, and become negative, complaining,
dissatisfied, clingy, unhappy, demanding, fat, suspicious, cynical,
argumentative, disappointed, nasty, lackluster or generally unpleasant.
7. Finally, a promise that in 2013, I will always provide you with sunshine, support, happiness, genuine adoration, devotion, and love.
Items are not transferable, have no resale value, and expire on December 31, 2013.
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