It’s funny how the internet can change your life.
It was the instrument of our introduction, but now could be the instigator of our undoing.
Once computer sex was sharing secret half-naked moments of mutual satisfaction over a webcam, a possibility that made the distance between us possible.
Tormenting each other mentally in the need to achieve climax, my body clad in my favourite lingerie, I would let him watch me set about myself with a variety of devices until the area between my legs resembled a swollen, oozing pin cushion trickling its pleasure onto the fabric of the chair beneath.
And he, in return would illustrate the transient nature of this sating of our carnal lusts with an arcing cascade of semen shooting through the air to land on the keyboard in front of the screen, only to be hard again moments later.
In days gone by, I would complete what needed to be done in my real life and drive 200 miles in the midnight hours just to get to the security of his arms, imbued with an electrical energy that kept me constantly aroused and ready to be taken over whatever piece of furniture was to hand, the moment I got through the door.
Whereas, now, I collapse onto the bed, physically spent and mentally exhausted from a day spent hunched over a screen, studying letters and symbols, followed by a long drive.
The desperate need for sleep bullies any thought of sexual satisfaction into the farthest corner of my mind where it hides, occasionally floating a furtive finger of desire to tickle any possibility of fancy – only to be firmly pushed away as Morpheus, my new lover, cradles me softly in his warm embrace.
This is our new version of computer sex, as Ruf looks on, disconsolately, before curling himself around me.
That was beautiful, Joanna.
That’s my favorite part of the day…curling up together at the end of it. Thanks for that. So well written.
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Nice thoughts from a rather amazing lady. You should bottle your libido as it is so impressive and you are so unabashedly honest about it. Oh, and RT always trumps electronic time.
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I know this only too well: Running your own business, trying to make it a success, can drain you of all your energy, both physical and emotional. I try, not always successfully, to compartmentalise my business time and keep it separate from the ‘us’ time, but H. really cannot, and that also leads to friction. I wouldn’t presume to give advice but I do hope that you can reach a more satisfactory and lasting balance between these conflicting demands.
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Elizabeth, Not sure about beautiful… but heartfelt x
Hey Lexi G., I certainly enjoy that cuddle, even in my comatose state. His body is such a comfort…
MrW, Bless you x I intend to spend more time on RT, honest :)
LOL, you two sound like me and Ruf, he can switch off like that, whereas my thoughts rumble on regardless. I take your advice on board and as I appreciate that I have reached almost saturation point, I am taking on extra help. I need to work ON my business not IN it – that’s my forte. And, having got rid of the stress of an unhappy marriage, I dont want to replace it with business worry x
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at least it is safe…
Well, I guess :)