We’ve come upon day three of my withdrawal from you and at this point I’m afraid the symptoms are permanent until I can get another taste of you. I thought perhaps I’d be able to distract myself with the normal monotony of life but that proved to be a mistaken belief. Every time I put on our playlist to cook dinner for the kids or work through math and programming problems at work it brings back memories of us laying in bed with your ass pressed up against me, graceful neck in my mouth, my hands on your thighs, and you moaning. Memories and fantasy intertwine throughout my day. Fantasizing about you teasing me at my kitchen counter as I cook or laying in my bed showing me inappropriate videos letting loose that laugh you seem to save for the most unseemly jokes. Reminiscing about shy smiles turning into passionate demands. The visual of you in that teddy will command my imagination and dominate my memories until I can see you again. The smell of you may have dissipated from my clothes but my desire only grows stronger.
You are never more than a few minutes from a conscious thought in one capacity or another. I do worry about you. You could be making diamonds with the pressure you’re under. I know my ability to assist is very limited but I hope you do consider me another resource to call upon if ever needed. You know my only limitation, outside of that I’m just a flight or drive away if you ever need anything. And I know that you know I mean it when I say anytime, day or night.
It’s a mental rollercoaster of arousal, worry, yearning, hopefulness, and desire, but I guess that is to be expected when the person you love and desire is both away from you and under stress. I just hope there is some solace in knowing how much you are loved and wanted. And if there is any uncertainty about that, please let me know if there is anything I can do to quiet those doubts.
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