Normally, I wouldn’t want anything to do with a long-distance relationship. Hell, I had even turned down the opportunity to explore the possibility of starting something with a really neat guy who lived just over an hour away from me. All I could see was the inconvenience, time and expense in traveling back and forth.
But with Parrot, it’s different. He’s not only the best lover I’ve ever had, but also one of the best friends and finest men I’ve ever known. I’m also a very monogamous person. I can’t multitask men, sex and relationships, even if the second guy was just a fuck buddy.
I don’t regret being monogamous in my long-distance relationship with Parrot. It’s totally worth it on so many levels.
Normally, I can put my sex drive in perspective when it gets into overdrive. Often, a sexy Skype chat, some racy sext messages, masturbation or sex toys (no shortage of them here!) can take the edge off. But all weekend, I’ve been craving him, his touch, and being in bed with him.
Maybe it’s because I didn’t get enough with him last weekend. The sex we had was wonderful, as always, but I was pushing myself physically. My mind was bound and determined not to let a nasty cold get in the way of sharing a wonderful time with him and I had a monster bout of PMS for part of the time we had together. (Note: I wrote about that last week. He was and still is a lot more understanding of that situation than me.)
Thoughts of being with him have been extremely distracting. It’s been hard to work and write. My usual self-help routine has done nothing to alleviate my craving for him. Being this pent up has even been causing some mildly annoying headaches. Even if I had someone to call on for a booty call (there are a few men who have offered and I would gladly take them up on their availability if I wasn’t otherwise attached), I doubt if it would feed my fix. I have definitely been spoiled by the best. Settling for second best or “just sex” just wouldn’t do. I need him.
If he were here right now, I’d be tearing at him like a feral beast and probably would still be demanding more. The hornier and wilder I get, the more powerfully he orgasms. I know I probably wouldn’t be able to give him proper recovery time, which normally is a couple of hours or later in the day.
Don’t even suggest that I have a strong cocktail or smoke a joint. I had a double martini. It just made me hornier. I even tried taking a nap to sleep it off. I woke up even more wound up than before my head hit the pillow.
Know of any great deals on flights from Detroit to San Francisco or Oakland? I think I just might need to snag one.