It’s thirty six days since I went further than my front garden and I’m fine. You know, the way Ross Geller was totally fine.
It’s thirty-seven days since I saw my lovely Gentleman Friend. I’m isolating over here with my elderly parents and he’s isolating over there with his grown-up sons and, once again, it’s totally fine.
We’ve been doing whatever it is we do for over three years now. We don’t live together and, except for when we’ve been on holiday, we usually see each other about three times a week. So each individual day is OK because it’s just a day when I’m not seeing him.
But after a month, the cumulative effect of not seeing the man I am in love with is starting to take its toll. It’s not just the lack of sex and spanking although, obviously, there is a lack of sex and spanking. I am a regular reader of Girl on the Net’s excellent blog but I may have to ban myself from reading it for a bit because it’s hard to read about someone getting thoroughly fucked and enthusiastically beaten when you’re not getting any of that sort of attention yourself.
“Do you know how lucky you are isolating with your partner, Girl on the Net?” I want to shout at her. “A damn hard spanking would do wonders for my anxiety right now!”
I have joked that he is currently on furlough as my boyfriend. He has pointed out that it’s not like either one of us are going to meet anyone else for the next few months. We are a pair of fucking romantics, clearly.I’m sure she does know how lucky she is. Just as I appreciate how lucky I am. This may be the longest I’ve gone without a spanking since early 2017 but, you know what, I am lucky that I have a lovely man in my life who – were current circumstances different from what they are – would be more than happy to bend me over and do all manner of deliciously naughty BDSM things to me.
We chat, we message, we send stupid memes to one another. We are making a lot of plans for the future. Most of these plans feature my arse.
But like I said, it’s not primarily the sex or the spanking that I am missing right now. Even though he is very good at both those things.
My most explicit fantasy about him right now, involves him coming round with chips from the Happy Fish Bar down the road and then us snuggling on the sofa with the cats and watching Death in Paradise.
A few weeks ago, that was just a regular Friday night, now it’s the stuff that my wildest dreams are made of.
|Ooh yeah, baby. Give it to me.|