I woke up alone today. That wasn’t the original plan, but the stresses of the week took their toll on The Introvert – er, I mean – The Neighbor and he sweetly begged off. “I need my Fortress of Solitude,” he explained as we ate the dinner he’d brought over for us.
“I wholly support your need to recharge,” I told him, “But know that while you’re getting what you need tonight, I’m going to need to get filled up, too.”
“What? This isn’t enough? I’ve already been here for 20 minutes and plan on staying for a little while.”
This has always been a challenge for us: my need for connection and closeness, face-to-face time and activities and his exact opposite need for alone time. It does not compute with him that an hour and some change is not at all what I’m looking for. While appreciated, my heart needs deliberate, concentrated attention for longer periods of time. If only I were more like him… but I digress.
I explained my thoughts to him and he nodded as if he understood and we made plans to hang out tonight with Peyton at his place: unpacking, pizza, a movie.
I stretched and fondled the kitty, thought of fondling my other kitty, but then felt ill and my hope was dashed. I was frustrated, a little lonely, still sick. I stood up and my breasts pulled at my chest, much heavier than usual. I walked into the bathroom and they pulled against the fabric of my tee making three folds. For photographic evidence, I snapped some pics and instantly felt better.
I decided to stop by for an unplanned cuddle with TN on my way out. When I called to wake him up to unlock the door I could tell he’d been deeply asleep. “Hullo?” he mumbled.
“Good morning!” I beamed, ever the morning person. “I’d like to come over for a cuddle. Unlock your door.”
“Mmmkay,” he murmured. We hung up.
Ten minutes later I passed by his boxes and strangely placed furniture to find him beneath the cotton ball clouds of his comforter. I quietly slipped in next to him and stroked his warm milky skin. He purred a little, grumbled and stretched, pulled me closer and seemed to doze. I lay there thinking how small a gesture as that — pulling me closer — made my heart cease her constant twisting. It felt so fucking good.
I let my hand fall beneath the covers and follow the contours of his muscles until I found his hot, half asleep cock. I squeezed it gently and it came to life.
The pillow covering half his face couldn’t hide his little smile. Despite my temperamental belly I couldn’t resist falling on it with my mouth. Nothing spectacular happened other than I loved on something I love a lot and he got to feel my soft, wet, expert mouth on him. No fireworks, but I was ok with it. It’s the act, the journey, not always the destination, right?
It was time for me to go and I stopped my slurping and lay on his chest again. When I tried to leave he snatched at my hand and wouldn’t let me go. My heart melted a little more. It felt so, so good. I thought, Maybe I need to catch him in the mornings more often.
Hours later I took a nap to gear up for tonight’s festivities. Lust laced through my dreams as Dream TN lay on my couch with a massive erection, ready and waiting for me. I tried to reach him, but couldn’t. He begged me to come to him, but still, I couldn’t. I broke through a dream in my dream and felt such relief that finally, I could go to him, but alas, another foggy wall lay between us, but this time I could feel his hands on me, the pull of my sex as my body reacted to him. Maybe he even got a chance to slip into me, I don’t know, because I woke up for the second time, this time into reality.
The nap had done its job: I felt ok! I thought about the missed opportunity of last night, of that missed connection, of his dreamy giant cock inside of me and decided to send a quick text.
Me: OMG CAN WE PLEASE STICK IT IN TONIGHT?!?!
I laughed and thought, We’ll see. The Universe has been conspiring against us for weeks now it seems, this week in particular. I also thought, Men are robots. Cute robots, though.
Cross your fingers for me tonight that my dreams really do come true.
[Ed. Note: I have the most beautiful picture of TN naked and milky white wrapped up in his bedding all ready to share. He approved of it this morning, but when it came down to the final approval he balked and said it showed too much of him. I found that confusing considering some of the images I’ve shared for TNT, but of course agreed to not share it. A man’s prerogative, right?]