Teh Jmitri Is Over!
Last night was very nice. He arrived home and we just stared at each other, about 5 feet apart. I'm not sure who shed the first tear but we both started crying. Then came the safe and comforting holding. We cried for a good little while. Both of us noted that we wished this wasn't the last time we'd see each other. After we separated, he grabbed my hand and put me down at the table while he made dinner. He talked to me about his day. I just sat and listened with half interesting in what he was saying and half interest of his voice. Trying to commit it to memory.
Dinner was mostly quiet. Lots of stopping and looking at one another, as if for the first time. He told me that we were going to to the opera that night. We arrived and it was dark inside. Dmitri knocked on the door and a security man showed up. Dmitri announced himself and the security guard walked us to the auditorium, It was supposed to be a closed rehearsal, but he had gotten us in. I don't ask questions. I think it's better that way. We sit down and listen to La bohème start and stop with instruction given to either orchestra or singer. There wasn't much stopping for the singers. Mostly for the small orchestra. It was a wonderful night. For those of you not familiar with the story it's about a poet and a woman who meet and immediately fall in love. The go through breakups and reunions, but the bohemian lifestyle keeps getting in the way. Change "the bohemian lifestyle" with "life" and we've got me crying. He picked it on purpose. Evil man.
The car ride back was silent. I didn't know exactly what to expect. He got out of his Tuxedo and I went to check my e-mail. After I left the computer and went downstairs to see where he was. He was sitting in the dark. I asked why he said that it was fitting. I came around to the couch, where he was and curled up next to him. He put a blanket over us and we just sat in the dark for a while. Then, I felt him moving so I leaned up so that he could readjust his position on the couch. He stood up and held out his hand. I took it and he helped me off the couch and down the hallway and upstairs.
He lifted me into his arms when we reached the top floor landing and he carried me into the bedroom. What happened next was eerie and wonderful. He slowly started to undress. I started doing the same. We didn't look away from each other's eyes. Both naked, he lowered me onto the bed and climbed in after me. He was so sweet and gentle. He held me. He kissed me. We must have spent a good 20-30 minutes just doing that. I finally slid him into me, feeling about ready to burst out of my body. He was slow and gentle and loving. Not something you expect from looking at him. That went on for an eternity. He would say that he loved me and I'd say that I loved him back. It was an intense time. I eventually cum with great waves of heat going through my body. I moaned. Usually he stops then. But he kept going. Within a few minutes I was hard again and cumming. This time he grunts and I can feel the heat from him. It's like lava and it's not a small amount. We stay where we are for a good while. He finally slips out and lays down and cuddles me.
I feel asleep a few minutes later. He wakes me up, gently, and kisses me as I'm waking up. He leads me off the bed and gets me into the shower. I'm exhausted. I just want to fall asleep. I sit down in the shower and let the warm water flow over me. After a ninja sheet change, he joins me. He gets down close to me and lifts my head up and asks, "Is there something wrong?" (one of his rare full sentences) I just tell him that I'm tired. He grunts and washes my hair while I just sit there limply forward. He probably stood up and bathed himself. After a few minutes, the water is turned off and he helps me to stand, he towels me off, and sits me down on the toilet. Then he dries himself. He leaves the bathroom and gets us both underwear to sleep in and then he helps me off the toilet and back to his bed. I'm not sure I was awake for the whole trip back to the bed. I vaguely remember getting back into the bed and falling asleep against his chest.
I wake up to the smell of coffee and he's still in bed with me, watching me. I ask him what he sees... you don't want to know the answer... I wish I didn't. It was too good of an answer. It does make me smile though. He tells me to wait in the bed. I smell food being cooked downstairs and wait, like a good little soldier. He came back upstairs with pancakes, eggs, and toast for me. He's got a sausage, egg, and cheese biscuit and his coffee. We eat and smile at each other. After breakfast is eaten, he takes the tray with the empty dishes downstairs. I get out of bed and get dressed. He comes back upstairs and very somberly tells me that he didn't plan anything for today because he didn't know when I wanted to leave. He said he understood that it'd probably be better to make a clean break. I take his face in my hands and kiss him gently. I say, "Walk me out?" He nods and a tear falls. Now I'm all misty eyed. I get my bag and he and I walk hand in hand down to the stairs, through the hallway, through the living room and out the back door. I get into my truck and I take the gate opener off my visor. I hand him the gate opener and the key and there were no others words left than, "I love you." He responded with, "I love you." I kissed him and said, "Always." I think he was too choked up to say anything. He nodded after a moment and backed away from my truck. I shut the door and turn on the truck. I back out of the parking spot and head towards the gate. As I approach it, he opens it and I watch him in my rear view mirror for the last time... for the second time.
I got back home relatively intact. I didn't have to pull over to cry or anything. It'll be a while before he's off of my cell phone and IM again. Small steps, though it'd probably be less painful if I did it all at once. So ends another chapter of my life... again. So many wishes going through my head. Some are conflicting wishes. But it's done. I regret doing it and I don't regret doing it. Mostly one over the other. Guess which.
Dinner was mostly quiet. Lots of stopping and looking at one another, as if for the first time. He told me that we were going to to the opera that night. We arrived and it was dark inside. Dmitri knocked on the door and a security man showed up. Dmitri announced himself and the security guard walked us to the auditorium, It was supposed to be a closed rehearsal, but he had gotten us in. I don't ask questions. I think it's better that way. We sit down and listen to La bohème start and stop with instruction given to either orchestra or singer. There wasn't much stopping for the singers. Mostly for the small orchestra. It was a wonderful night. For those of you not familiar with the story it's about a poet and a woman who meet and immediately fall in love. The go through breakups and reunions, but the bohemian lifestyle keeps getting in the way. Change "the bohemian lifestyle" with "life" and we've got me crying. He picked it on purpose. Evil man.
The car ride back was silent. I didn't know exactly what to expect. He got out of his Tuxedo and I went to check my e-mail. After I left the computer and went downstairs to see where he was. He was sitting in the dark. I asked why he said that it was fitting. I came around to the couch, where he was and curled up next to him. He put a blanket over us and we just sat in the dark for a while. Then, I felt him moving so I leaned up so that he could readjust his position on the couch. He stood up and held out his hand. I took it and he helped me off the couch and down the hallway and upstairs.
He lifted me into his arms when we reached the top floor landing and he carried me into the bedroom. What happened next was eerie and wonderful. He slowly started to undress. I started doing the same. We didn't look away from each other's eyes. Both naked, he lowered me onto the bed and climbed in after me. He was so sweet and gentle. He held me. He kissed me. We must have spent a good 20-30 minutes just doing that. I finally slid him into me, feeling about ready to burst out of my body. He was slow and gentle and loving. Not something you expect from looking at him. That went on for an eternity. He would say that he loved me and I'd say that I loved him back. It was an intense time. I eventually cum with great waves of heat going through my body. I moaned. Usually he stops then. But he kept going. Within a few minutes I was hard again and cumming. This time he grunts and I can feel the heat from him. It's like lava and it's not a small amount. We stay where we are for a good while. He finally slips out and lays down and cuddles me.
I feel asleep a few minutes later. He wakes me up, gently, and kisses me as I'm waking up. He leads me off the bed and gets me into the shower. I'm exhausted. I just want to fall asleep. I sit down in the shower and let the warm water flow over me. After a ninja sheet change, he joins me. He gets down close to me and lifts my head up and asks, "Is there something wrong?" (one of his rare full sentences) I just tell him that I'm tired. He grunts and washes my hair while I just sit there limply forward. He probably stood up and bathed himself. After a few minutes, the water is turned off and he helps me to stand, he towels me off, and sits me down on the toilet. Then he dries himself. He leaves the bathroom and gets us both underwear to sleep in and then he helps me off the toilet and back to his bed. I'm not sure I was awake for the whole trip back to the bed. I vaguely remember getting back into the bed and falling asleep against his chest.
I wake up to the smell of coffee and he's still in bed with me, watching me. I ask him what he sees... you don't want to know the answer... I wish I didn't. It was too good of an answer. It does make me smile though. He tells me to wait in the bed. I smell food being cooked downstairs and wait, like a good little soldier. He came back upstairs with pancakes, eggs, and toast for me. He's got a sausage, egg, and cheese biscuit and his coffee. We eat and smile at each other. After breakfast is eaten, he takes the tray with the empty dishes downstairs. I get out of bed and get dressed. He comes back upstairs and very somberly tells me that he didn't plan anything for today because he didn't know when I wanted to leave. He said he understood that it'd probably be better to make a clean break. I take his face in my hands and kiss him gently. I say, "Walk me out?" He nods and a tear falls. Now I'm all misty eyed. I get my bag and he and I walk hand in hand down to the stairs, through the hallway, through the living room and out the back door. I get into my truck and I take the gate opener off my visor. I hand him the gate opener and the key and there were no others words left than, "I love you." He responded with, "I love you." I kissed him and said, "Always." I think he was too choked up to say anything. He nodded after a moment and backed away from my truck. I shut the door and turn on the truck. I back out of the parking spot and head towards the gate. As I approach it, he opens it and I watch him in my rear view mirror for the last time... for the second time.
I got back home relatively intact. I didn't have to pull over to cry or anything. It'll be a while before he's off of my cell phone and IM again. Small steps, though it'd probably be less painful if I did it all at once. So ends another chapter of my life... again. So many wishes going through my head. Some are conflicting wishes. But it's done. I regret doing it and I don't regret doing it. Mostly one over the other. Guess which.