Ugh. My sweet guy is going through some shit right now. It’s a rough, rough time. In an upsetting number of ways. He and I are good. We’re great, actually. We are both well-versed in facing some adversity. And together, we’re even better. I just wish life would back the fuck off for a minute and let him catch his breath.
We did manage to spend some lovely time together for my birthday. His band launched an album that day, and I went to the release event at a record store. They played an acoustic set, and it felt pretty special to be a part of the celebration. We had a great time looking through stacks of records, mingling, and enjoying a beer or two. It was a really fun way to spend my birthday with someone I love.
Once the launch party was done, he took me for dinner at an Italian restaurant, and then we went to our hotel. We were both exhausted when we collapsed into bed, and he had work the next day. We had agreed that we would just be going to sleep, no fuckery.
However, as I started to doze off, I heard him say, “I’m not going to be able to sleep until I’ve made you cum.” Fuuuuuuck YES! He kept that promise, gave me at least five orgasms, and then I returned the favor. And then we went to sleep. Happy and satisfied.
He went to work in the morning, and I spent the day lazing in the hotel room. It was perfect! He texted me during the day, letting me know he was going to destroy me when he got back. I was ready.
When he arrived, I was waiting. He undressed, and he was inside me in less than thirty seconds. We fucked for hours. In as many ways as we could think of. And then, I did something I had never done before. I was giving him head, with gusto, and… I puked. On his dick. Shitttttt. I slowly got up, trying not to let the vomit escape my mouth. He washed himself in the sink. I spat the contents of my mouth into the toilet and then brushed my teeth. And then, we continued as though nothing had happened! Being an adult is great sometimes.
Eventually, we finished. Happy and satisfied, again. We got ready, and we went to a concert. The show was fantastic, we both had a wonderful time. It was so much fun. Big outdoor venue, warm night, a cold beer, and perfect company. I couldn’t have asked for more, or better.
That night, we really did just go to bed and sleep. Tiredness had caught up to us both, and we were done. We slept hard. The beds in that hotel are the most comfortable I have ever encountered. We always sleep well when we stay there. I’m happy just to sleep beside him.
On Sunday morning, we packed up, checked out, and went shopping for plants. He wanted to get me a plant or two for my birthday, so we looked for those. Then we went to a gorgeous place for brunch. We ate until we were full and then took advantage of a comfy couch on a sunny patio. We snuggled, talked, and drank coffee until it was time for him to go home. It was a perfect end to a wonderful visit. And some much-needed respite from the multitude of stressors we’ve both been facing lately.
Unfortunately, he had some more bad news the following day. My heart is breaking for him at the moment. He’s under so much strain and dealing with so much sadness. It’s difficult being far away when I just want to scoop him up and hold him. I wish I could make all the hurt go away.
So, today I went to him. I took him out for lunch at one of our favorite spots. Then we did a little shopping. Nothing wild, just a nice couple of hours together. He was grateful. He said it meant a lot to him that I made the trip to see him for such a short amount of time. The truth is, I needed it as much as he did. When he’s hurting, I want to soothe the ache. Because at this point, his aches are mine, too.
I don’t know yet when we’ll see each other next. I’m sure it will be soon. I’m done with sitting on the sideline and spectating. I’ve asked him to lean on me as hard as he needs to, and I’m going to offer that support for as long as he needs it.
I love this man deeply, and whatever he’s facing, he won’t have to do it alone.
Fat and Slutty 