I’ve been pretty sick for the
past three weeks. Been feeling bad for C. Just too tired to meet with him and
too afraid to get him sick. We miss seeing each other and enjoying each other
but he understands that I don’t want to get him sick. As much as he appreciates
it, he misses me and I miss him. It’s hard because we’re used to seeing each
other 2 to 5 days a week. Once I started feeling better, I was, of course,
welcomed back with open arms to his apartment. It felt like I was home again.
We enjoyed each other again but
I kind of feel bad for his roommate. C has me screaming his name when we have sex
and we do have sex several times a night; the poor guy barely gets any sleep when
I’m at the apartment so he ends up getting a hotel room for the night.
Honestly? It’s hard for me to be quiet when C and I have sex. He knows how to
pleasure me; get my body going. Sometimes it can just be a look or a smile and
I’m wet; my nipples get hard. One of the many great things to be with C
sexually is that his member fits me perfectly; like his member was made just
for me…..but I remember – with a chuckle - that he and I are just FWB. He’s a
super awesome man and would make an amazing husband. Whomever he marries is one
hell of a lucky woman. As long as she treats him like a king that he is, he
will treat her like a queen. Sorry
readers; I’m not the marrying type….or the mom type.
Yesterday at work, he and I were
texting a little bit. He could just tell that I wasn’t having the greatest day.
He knows of my depression and I was vague in the past about the ghosts of my
past. He offered to listen and I know him well enough by now that he sincerely
meant it. I told him another time I’ll share with him. When I got home last
night, I told him that I arrived safely. We chatted a bit before I fell asleep.
As soon as I woke up this
morning, I started texting him again. He called me with FaceTime. He called me
a cute raccoon. C, as always, was very caring and asked how I was doing. Told
him I was the same as last night before going to bed. After chatting for a few
minutes, he had to go run a few errands and I wanted to get chores down around
the house and sleep. I decided to shower first since my errands were simple (vacuuming,
dusting, etc). As I was showering, I was contemplating whether or not I should
tell him the ghosts of my past. If I didn’t, how would I explain why I woke up
from night terrors or whatever else wakes me in the middle of a dead cold
sleep? I thought it would be best that I tell him.
After getting dressed, I shared
with him the past – going over what was needed to be said, skipping what wasn’t
needed – and C being C, he was incredibly caring and sensitive. He reminded me
who I am and who I am not; he knows me so well that he told me that knows what
I really want – a family.
I’m very lucky to have C in my
life. As he reminds me: “No matter what happens between us, we’ll always have a
friendship.” As I said earlier, whomever he marries is one hell of a lucky
lady. Awesome person, awesome lover, awesome friend.
