A Slice Of Heaven

Some time gone now, and no contact from Carol. On the other hand, I haven’t contacted her either. Probably best for both of us to have had some space, but I’m missing her badly and it’s been quite a while.

Emailing her, hey there beautiful, I may not be emailing about where on your body my tongue plans to carry on with its adventures, doesn’t mean I’m not thinking about it. Mmmm, delicious, the very thought. Are you still in Ireland? Would you like to meet up again. Just coffee and a chat if you want, that would be good, even better if it’s something more intimate. Rxxx.

Within an hour, hey handsome, lovely to get your email, I wanted to email you but held off until I had some sort of date for returning, which actually now I do, I’m back Wednesday. Are you free Thursday afternoon, around two o’clock, I’m not sure how much you’re in control of your own time. If you can, same place, Chelsea? Just be warned, R, I’m desperate, we’d better go straight to the apartment, discuss things there, make sure your tongue’s as good with the doing as it is with the plans. Cxxx.

Emailing her back, great, that’s fantastic, yes, I can control my calendar, especially for priorities. See you then. Won’t write more now, I’m getting a bit tongue-twisted in excitement. Rxxx.

Only a few days to wait, life suddenly feels wonderful. No sense of apology on either side for the delay, just acceptance that our separate lives have different demands, if you’re going to be lovers you just have to fit in with that. Which means when you find yourselves together again it’s a slice of heaven, snatched from the chaos.

Thinking about Carol, my whole body tingling at the thought of our skins touching. The lovely directness in the email, what did she say?, R, I’m desperate. The sharing of such a state carrying its own erotic charge, casual inclusion in such a secret making me feel the luckiest man in London. Offered as a matter-of-fact statement, not something formulaic or contrived. No way on earth of eliciting that information by demand, it’s freely given or not at all. Lucky, lucky me, to be the one she’s telling.

Only a few days to go.