4.23.2018

Remind Her


TATTOO: SPEAKEASY - THE KING | BOXERS: RIOT - RICHARD | SKIN: STRAYDOG - ANDREAS | POSE: PURPLE POSES - COUPLE 776


Long distance relationships of the simplest kind are still difficult to navigate.  Throw in a complicated poly-amorous twist, a healthy scoop of kink, 72 ounce medium-rare perfectly seasoned Dominant/submissive dynamic and two schedules from hell and the dance gets a little more complex.  Even the most communicative couple falls off the train.

We didn't really fall off the train, more like dangled precariously feeling like it might derail and we might need to jump to save ourselves for a couple of days.  There's something that gets lost in text messages, even looking right at one another on cam things slip by us.  We miss cues, facial expressions, reactions.  

Oh...and I'm pretty horrible at feelings.  There, I said it.  I'm real good at hers.  I'm real bad at mine.  When something gets under my skin it takes me those couple of days to beat the mental bushes and knock the black little fucker out so I can have a look at it.  Turn it over in my hands and come to the inevitable conclusion that I'm behaving like a jealous 14 year old.

And yes, it almost always comes down to the jealous 14 year old bit.  

How do we fix it?  We talk.  We talk a lot.  We track down what it is, where it's coming from, why it's happening and we do something about it.  Not next week.  Not when we are done being pissy about things.  Not when our other obligations inworld are met, not after we get a sorority witness, hang out with Pickle or go to some fair.  We do something about it now.  

Because spending 5 more seconds feeling unplugged from someone that important is moronic.  And while I might revert to 14 year old jealousy for a minute, I'm not a moron and neither is she.  So I'll hoist her over my shoulder, push aside the mistakes and make it right.  Ain't no one got time for anything less.



HAIR: BESOM - PIXIE | BALL GAG: DIRTY SECRETS | SPANK MARKS: WHITE CROW