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May 29 2012

The Distance Between Us

I’m sitting at my desk at work.  The doors to my office are closed and locked. My staff thinks that means I’m focused and writing, but what it really means is that I just want to be alone.

I’m sad today. I miss you. I haven’t been with you for awhile – too long – and right now I don’t know when I’ll see you again. If I could pick up the phone and call you, I would, so I could hear your voice.  Even that would cut through the distance between us.

I remember the last time we were together. I remember everything about it – the feel of your touch, the taste of your mouth, the scent of your skin. I close my eyes and relive it, from the opening of the door to your gentle goodbye kiss. I remember standing on my tippy toes to put my arms around your neck as I lifted my lips up to kiss you, and how I was so happy to see you. It was the beginning of a few hours together, but at that moment it was the beginning – just the beginning – and time didn’t matter.

I remember watching you undress and trying to memorize every curve, every ridge, every muscle, every hair. I knew that the time would come when the distance between us would lead me to think back on this moment and I wanted it burned in my memory.

When you climbed onto the bed and wrapped your arms around me, I sighed.  Relief. You’re here. In my arms. No more waiting.  Next month became next week which became tomorrow which finally became now.

Your kiss was demanding, forceful, like you wanted to devour me completely in the first few minutes. It was clear that you felt you had been patient enough, too. Now was the time for indulgence, for taking, for possessing.

For me, it was the time for surrender, for letting go, for pleasing you.

When you entered me, I moaned. Part of that moan was about the amazing physical sensation of your hard cock taking me.  Part of it was the emotion. The emotion of feeling you inside me again. How can I tell you that I never feel better, never feel happier, than when you’re with me and I’m giving myself to you? For these few hours, there’s no distance between us. We’re connected and nothing can come between us.  Not your wife.  Not my husband.  Not the kids.  Not your job or mine.

When I come, I feel like I’m melting into you and everything feels right. Exactly, perfectly, completely right.

As I think about this now, I can almost feel your hands on me.  I can almost feel you inside me.

Almost.

Until I open my eyes and the memory dissipates like smoke. All that’s left is the distance between us.

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  1. W.D.

    Yes, Kat and that distance is time. My heart feels that same ache you describe so acutely.

    The passion in me sees the passion in you. Be well. WD

  2. Anonymous

    I always wonder if I could elicit that kinda of feeling from you, I soooo want to be wanted like that. DaveForgot.

  3. Pam P

    Oh Miss Kat, this post makes me misty 🙁 It’s been weeks since JJ posted on his blog and now this. I want you both to smile!!

  4. Same sassy girl

    Not to put too fine a point on it, but DISTANCE SUCKS! There… that’s what comes out when I realize it’s been eight months. Argh. Sorry we both know all about the yearning. Thank you for writing so beautifully about it. *sigh

  5. Clem

    Yeah, I know those feeling, those thoughts. It’s been way too long, but I remember it that way too.
    memories I wish to turn into the present.

    Great post.

  6. Miss G

    Such a great post.

    I used to have someone like that in my life, and I entirely concur with Same Sassy Girl. Distance does suck.

    I feel like I just can’t do it to myself anymore though. Too hard.

  7. Marcus

    “climbed onto the bed and wrapped your arms around me” – that’s the moment when everything really seems alright.

  8. Kat

    I can see that I’m not the only one who has experienced this. You guys are great. 🙂

  9. mckenzie

    *sigh* I’m relieved to know I’m not the only one that feels this way about a lover. Not the only one in my “new/aware” life but the one I am emotionally connected to, the one that makes me cum at the first kiss, first thrust, first “hey”..the one I would forsake all others for. the one that lives 3000 miles away. Your post is perfect.

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