It’s been a minute since I’ve written here. T and I have been seeing so much of each other, and it’s been wonderful. He is wonderful. We’ve been to shows, on dinner dates, to a trivia night, and had several wonderful evenings just hanging out at his place or mine. I love being with him. We laugh together constantly and enjoy a ton of the same things. It’s so easy. And the sex? Fucking phenomenal.
This weekend, we went on a little road trip to Missouri. We made a stop in Joplin on our way to Springfield and drove by the house where Bonnie and Clyde spent about three weeks in 1933. Then we had lunch at a cafe, served by a sweet older lady with thin, penciled eyebrows and bright blue eyeshadow.
After lunch, we got back on the road to Springfield. We checked in to our hotel and dumped our bags. I hadn’t seen him in almost a week (the longest we’ve been apart since we met), and I really wanted to fuck him the second we arrived. But, we had tickets for a horror-themed circus, and if we didn’t go straight there, we’d be late. So the sex would have to wait a little longer. We did stop to make out a little bit. I love the way he kisses me. It’s delicious.
The circus was a blast. Acrobatics and fake blood everywhere. Creepy clowns, zombie theatrics, and a troupe of sexy women in lingerie and spooky makeup. Total winner. We both loved it. I was so happy to be there with him, taking it all in. Sitting beside him with his arm around me. Everything about it felt right.
Before we planned our trip, I only knew one thing about Springfield, MO. It was the home of Dee Dee and Gypsy Rose Blanchard. A quick search gave us the address of their former home. It’s still there, just painted a different color, and the wheelchair ramp has been replaced with stairs. We went to see it, in a small rural neighborhood on a dead-end street. We agreed we would just drive by, not stop. It has new occupants and we didn’t want to upset anyone. Seeing it in person was wild. Imagining what it must be like to live there was even more bizarre. I fucking love that he was just as excited to see it as I was, and we both giggled like misbehaving kids on the drive back to the hotel.
We stopped for frozen custard and took it back to our room. We got undressed, climbed into bed, and watched a documentary about shark bites while we ate our desserts. The second we finished them, I all but pounced on him. I’d been waiting to feel him the entire day. The entire week. We enjoyed each other immensely for the next hour. Maybe two. I wasn’t keeping track of the time. Or of how many orgasms he gave me. It seemed like dozens. Our sex is beyond incredible. The chemistry, the compatibility, the whole vibe. By the time we were finished, I was exhausted and speechless. I think it was our best yet.
We celebrated with more dessert in bed. Cakes we had brought with us from the café in Joplin. Finally, we settled down to sleep. I woke up at around 5am to find T had retreated to the couch. My snoring proved to be too much for him again. I took him the comforter, knowing he would be cold. Then, I went back to bed to sleep under the sheet. When I woke up again, it was 10 am. The latest I’ve slept in quite a while.
I showered, he showered, and we set out in search of brunch. We found a great spot with delicious, unfussy food and much needed coffee. Then a café with beautiful desserts and pastries. Then, we went for a walk around the town square, where we found plaques commemorating a civil war battle and an incredibly disturbing lynching.
Our final stop on this jam-packed Missourian visit was to a cave system offering guided tours. We piled into a Jeep-pulled trailer with long benches down either side with our fellow sightseers and set off into a limestone cavern. At one point, the tour guides shut off all of the lights so that their guests could experience complete darkness. T and I took that opportunity to make out a little bit while no one could see us. Because apparently we are horny teenagers – I’m here for it.
The drive home was lovely. We talked, listened to music, laughed together. He’s a gem. I love him, and I am so happy and grateful that he is in my life.
Fat and Slutty 