Carol, wow, what a wonderful sexual woman. A stunning receiver of sexual attention. Receiving requiring just as much skill as giving. All done with easy naturalness. And not just receiving, also giving. My cock in her mouth, taken hungrily. The giving and receiving blending into one.
Yesterday, making love, stroking, kissing. Getting up, getting dressed, remaking the coffee, pouring it, sipping it. Carol saying she needs to go, something about picking up her son from a school trip. This detail of her life emerging incidentally, others perhaps to follow in the future, filling out the outlines.
Now, today, in Regent's Park, the difficult bit, letting things take their own course, not forcing them. Difficult not to ring her, Hi, let’s meet up, I’m desperate to see you again, I’m addicted to your smell, your tastes, your voice, your smile. Maybe she’d like me to ring. Maybe by not ringing I miss the moment. Maybe she needs space.
Another cyclist overtaking, come on R, snap out of it. Switching to interval mode, half a lap at eighty percent, half at fifty, six laps, then make a new plan.
Well, this is how I’ve positioned myself with her, can’t just collapse now. We’re lovers, not spouses. Our lives don’t overlap, they intersect. We’re not going to break up our respective marriages, it’s too painful for all. If we got together it would just takes us back to where we started, in three years we’d be bored with each other. So if she wants me, I’m her occasional lover, if that’s not enough, shame, but at least we had yesterday.
On my bicycle, coming up to the previous overtaker, seeing him respond, dicing each other for a while. The physical exertion a balm.
Finishing up, riding home, showering, making lunch, sharing it with my wife. Chatting about the week, two friends together, harmonious, easygoing, unintense. Wonder what Carol’s doing, probably similar with her family.
