Of my Second Partner
She left a couple hours ago from an overnight stay. We've developed quite an emotional connection in a short time.
While she's been in the lifestyle much longer than me, she's getting back to dating for the first time since cancer. A vastly more advanced stage than Zilla's. She's still getting used to her Much Different body.
In some ways, it seems almost unfairly redemptive. It wasn't the illness. It was Zilla. It was Zilla all along. While I've always known that...? Being with her stamps a skyscraper-height exclamation point on That Truth.
I have to name her soon. She found me on a vanilla website, and loved what I'd written about touch. Then read my writings on That Website and Knew For Damned Sure I was what she'd been seeking.
We can talk for hours. Well, come on--I can do that anyway but You Know What I Mean. She plainly and clearly intends to come see me for a Very Long While. And I'm glad.
PS - This is not the one that was couldn't stop kissing me, despite a bloody nose. That girl quit me Thursday. She's the screenshot gal. And while her reasons aren't 100% clear (Was I too much, or was she saying she wasn't enough?) she can sort those out on Her Time. Life moves on