You may remember L.
Although our lives bring us into frequent contact, both with one another and with one another’s spouses, we haven’t fucked since January.
This is a problem.
It’s a problem for each of us, though each in different ways.
For me, it’s sad, disappointing, a loss: L gives me/gave me a sort of sexual companionship that’s unique. (This is not in any way a knock on my wife: anyone who’s had sex with someone who’s not their spouse knows that there are certain things a spouse can give that no one else can; there are similarly certain things a spouse never can give.)
I don’t know what the future will hold. It’s kinda dependent on things with her, with her husband, and that’s all just a little up in the air.
In the mean time, I miss our adventures – our trips to strip clubs, to sex clubs, to hourly hotels. And the crazy banter in between – its constancy and its content.
Our last date was abortive: I picked her up but it immediately became apparent that what we needed to do was to talk, not to drive to a remote parking lot and for me to fuck her silly against the car. Or to go to a bar and occupy the bathroom. Or to go to a sex club and put on a show for the others. (Those were the three things I was pondering when I got her.)
I hope our next date is soon.