In another life

In another life, I would be your girl
We'd keep all our promises
Be us against the world

In another life, I would make you stay
So I don't have to say
You were the one that got away.

Who would have thought a Katy Perry song would make me cry. But it does....every damn time. So maybe if I write this down, it will stop. I'll stop crying.

It's been almost 5 months without him. And yes, I'm the one that ended it. I had to. He was slipping away. I couldn't bear those endless nights of waiting....

My blogs about him. All true then. Still true. My feelings haven't changed one iota. I miss him. My insides feel like they are bleeding inside, I miss him so much. But his heart has a steel door and I cannot beg.

But in another life.....my phone rings and I hear him say, "Baby...." and at that moment the steel door opens for me and he knows I am his, I have always been his. He will not make me beg. He is mine.

We are together. Dying to be together again. Soon, soon, soon. Plane tickets. I don't care if I lose my job. Hurry, hurry, please hurry. Airport. Flight. Hurry, hurry. Texts. Baby, hurry, hurry. Get out of my way! Hurry, hurry.

And then there he is. Arms around me, lips on mine, finally and it's like coming home. Waiting for the ugly pink suitcase, holding hands, and whispering, kissing.

To his car. Kissing, holding each other, laughing, snuggling.....his big hand enfolding mine, the other steering. I can't take my eyes off him. Hurry, hurry, hurry home, baby.

Home. In the house. Clothes being ripped off and then there he is. This man. This man I adore, I crave, this man I have never had enough of in my life. The only man who ever truly got me. Who makes me laugh, challenges me, frustrates me, adores me, arouses me to levels I thought were impossible. This incredible man.

We are fucking. Animal-like and intense. Almost hurting each other in our need. His cock stretching me open and ripping orgasms from me, while my nails tear into his back and teeth scrape his shoulder. He fucks my tits and my throat and fills me, uses me, I am covered in his cum and his sweat.

What seems like hours later, we collapse side by side. Panting, exhausted. Then rolling onto our sides looking at one another, I begin to cry. He pulls me close to him, caresses me, murmurs to me, kisses away my tears and tells me there will be no more goodbyes. His heart is open now. He is mine. I am his. And slowly we make love. With eyes wide open.

In another life.

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All I can do is offer you a shoulder to cry on and say if you need to rant and vent my in-box is always open.

Hugs for you, Ms LaFemme.
 
The Dragon;bt54047 said:
All I can do is offer you a shoulder to cry on and say if you need to rant and vent my in-box is always open.

Hugs for you, Ms LaFemme.
+1
you already know i'm all ears
 
:heart: :hug: :kiss: :flowers1: :flowers1: :flowers1: :flowers1: :smlove2:



felt like i had the air knocked out of me reading this. i'm sending you tons of hugs. please pm me if you want to chat.
 
Thank you to everyone for being so kind. I don't think I can talk about it, the blog was tough enough. But thank you. :hug:
 
I don't know you very well and don't take this wrong. First, I hope this passes and you find that special someone because you seem like a wonderful person. (that's not the part to take wrong)
Second, dang that was a steamy story that gave me a great visual. :tongue:
Hope you the best.
 
I came here to PM you about baking. I never saw your blogs before. I clicked by accident, aiming for the contact tab. Yes. I will send you hugs in the mail. They might taste a little bit like pastry.
 

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