Heads up! This one has a little more explicit sexual content than I usually include. So, if you are a coworker or family member, or you just don’t want to read that shit, you are welcome to skip it!
We had planned our next rendezvous for early February. It would be a month since our last one, no concrete plans yet, just a date on the calendar. And then last week he asked if I would be free that coming weekend. Absofuckinglutely.
We made plans and booked a place to stay for a couple of days. We were excited! Less than an hour later, as I arrived at work that morning, he called me again. His job had fucked him over on his annual leave. We needed to cancel. He was livid, and I tried to think of helpful and/or soothing things to say and came up short. Well shit. There was a chance it could be resolved, but we wouldn’t know until the day of. I tried not to get my hopes up. I woke up on Saturday and went through my usual pre-B ritual of pampering and preening myself, but I didn’t pack my bag. It would really suck to have to unpack it again if we couldn’t see each other.
I got out of the shower and saw a text from him. We were on! Yay! Confetti everywhere! We got rebooked and I got my shit together for fun-ass weekend. This would be the first time I would be going to his city, and I was nervous about the drive, but knew it would be worth it. (FYI I only learned to drive three years ago and still get nervous in more metropolitan areas with heavier traffic than I am used to). We would have two nights together. Plans included getting high and eating lots of delicious things and seeing how many Marvel movies we could squeeze into 36 hours. And lots, and lots of really fucking awesome sex.
The first night was lovely. We got absurdly delicious chicken wings, smoked a little, watched a movie, went to bed, fucked, and slept. Perfect. It felt so good to say our ‘I love yous’ face to face again.
On Sunday, I woke him with head, which is definitely my favorite method. Later, he showed me around his city. We went out for brunch that had no right to be as good as it was, and we did a little shopping. He took me to an adorable store that I just loved, where we found many fantastical snacks. And we stopped by an adult store, where I bought a new butt plug, modeled after an alien egg. That glows in the dark. It’s exactly as glorious and ridiculous as it sounds. Then we headed back and got ready for movie time. Our airbnb happened to be right next to a dispensary, so we paid them a visit too.
For this visit, I brought a fun toy for us to play with. I have a remote control egg vibrator, which I inserted while we were getting ready to watch our second Marvel movie, and then handed him the remote. Then I ate a gummy.
After 30 minutes, I felt no effect, so I had another. I waited another 45 minutes, but still nothing. So I ate a third. These were low dose gummies! I was not worried. I made it through the first movie with no problem. My edibles started to kick in, and I was feeling delightful. B had the remote control and was periodically making me jolt from the inside out. So. Much. Fun.
We ordered pizza and got ready to begin our next movie. And then the edibles really started to hit. Fuck. I felt terrible. Bad bad bad. B took care of me beautifully. Again. For the second time this month I got fucked up and he had to babysit me and I felt like a fool. I apologized. He made ‘a strong request’ that I stop saying sorry. I did my best, but I felt so bad. This was not how I wanted us to spend our precious time together. He was sweet and kind and reassuring, of course he was. But ugh, Sarah. Get your shit together. This beautiful man hand-fed me pizza when I couldn’t control my limbs or open my eyes. How could I not love him?!
It turns out that getting too high has an effect on me that is not disimilar to actual truth serum. Words started falling out of me. About how incredible I think he is, how special, how much I love the time we spend together. I went off on a tangent about relationship anarchy, which was relevant but perhaps poorly timed. I couldn’t open my eyes during this rambling spiel of adoration, so I don’t know for sure how he felt about all of that, and I didn’t have the presence of mind to ask. But when he spoke, I could hear a smile on his voice.
It took about two hours for me to ride out the worst of the high. When it finally ended, we watched our final movie. I ate a ton of pizza and snacks and began to rally. We had some bedroom plans that I was determined to follow through with. I inserted a small butt plug to prepare.
There was a scene early on in the movie that hit me really hard. A young girl’s father has been dead for five years. But then he comes home, he had never died, he had just been trapped somewhere else. That shit is my ultimate trigger and I absolutely b r o k e. Shoulder heaving sobs, snot, all of it. B was a gem. Again.
We got through that, and made it through the rest of the movie – the vibrating egg still being utilized at irregular intervals. It had felt good before, but in combination with the butt plug it leveled the fuck up. He could make me cum by pushing a button. I loved it. He loved it.
One of the bedrooms in our airbnb had a mirrored wall. So obviously that’s where we fucked. We left the egg where it was and had ourselves some DP fun. He could feel the egg vibrating inside me with him. The sex was intense, we pushed some of my boundaries. We never did get to the alien egg (so many eggs, so little time).
It was after 5am when we tumbled into bed to sleep. Deliciously exhausted and sore. This morning we packed up, went out for lunch, and said our ‘until next times’. I can’t wait.
Fat and Slutty 