SCM went to the cardiologist yesterday to get cleared for work. Or so I thought.
"Guess what Chris, I am cleared to have sex. All the sex I want!"
Does he have a partner in mind because throwing him a pity fuck wasn't part of his rehab plan.
I can not say it isn't tempting. I haven't had the opportunity or inclination to ride a bucking bronco since this past March.
Wow...could that be right?
The downfalls of a long distance relationship. When they leave they take their penis with them.
However, now that I am officially free, bumping uglies with SCM has a certain appeal. For one, it is convenient, I don't have to leave the house or change the sheets. For another, after 14 years, we know each well enough that there isn't any of that fumbling around trying to figure out what the other wants.
Not to mention he is still the best lover I ever had. Obviously great sex doesn't make a great relationship. I was very happy with above average sex with someone who bathed between sex sessions and knew a toothbrush wasn't for polishing work shoes.