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2021-03-23 11:46:08 (UTC)

Life and Times

Average life my be finally reasserting itself. I still live outside my home only double masked and socially distanced, all except for my immediate household when we walk outside. That is it. I am not complaining. I live in a very comfortable cage this way and I am very thankful for all that I have, especially now. Pandemic almost didn't have any effect on me. Today I went to get my Covid vaccine, the first of two. The U.S. military does my healthcare, again, I am grateful and fortunate, and so it was not a small place with my doctor but rather a huge efficient vaccine site. It has been a long time since I was in one of these places, even on base is somewhat rare nowadays. It was some former warehouse retrofitted to handle huge amounts of people needing the vaccine. Everyone worked together, moving me like a cog through the system. I dutifully had my paperwork in hand and presented it and myself to each station attendant. I tried my best to listen to each new instruction and to be prompt and cooperative. I thanked each attendant, without them I could not have received this vaccine that will be my first step back towards the life I left back behind me when the first lockdown began. When I strode up to the first line, of many, I was finally nervous. Not for the shot itself, I knew exactly what to expect, but rather what it might mean for my life. Right now, nothing. I am at my bf's home alone writing in a double mask as always.

No, my living arrangements are dependent on the pandemic. I wake every morning now, still looking into the eyes of my sweet Mr. Curved Line. I am often still cuddled up against his beard as I fell asleep the night before. We sleep forehead to forehead, nose to nose, cheek to beard. I just love the Zen I get from being that close to him and he seems to enjoy it, too. I am a city girl from Los Angeles, not a cuddler to put it mildly. To wrap myself up in his arms, resting lightly against his face with mine, it's closer than I thought I could tolerate for longer than a moment, let alone, night after night of looking forward to it. I adore it with my heart of hearts and am so comforted by it, so peaceful, that I prefer it any other way I have ever slept with another. I have that in my daily life because the households have been spilt up to mitigate some of the possible spread of Covid. If not for the pandemic, I doubt the idea would have come into our minds.

Now, with my first of two shots, my kid returning to in person schooling, and my household beginning to expand back out into the still masked and socially distant world at large, I wonder how much longer I have with Mr. Curved Line. I know this particular iteration of our living together, daily and nightly will change. He has a life to return to and I would only hasten him to it. We've spoken about what our days and nights might look like post this time, he expressed an interest in splitting his time between the two households. We live about an hour apart, so it is a daunting addition to his commute during the week, but he is content to do so. I was beyond happy, relieved, just ecstatic and finally able to let the emotions out. When he told me, I was cuddled into his chest and I wanted to agree with him, but I could not trust my voice not to crack and let the pent up tears out. I said nothing, merely nodding. He was concerned that maybe I didn't want to have him part time. Then when he eyes found mine, all the words become jumbled and the tears streaked down my shuddering cheeks. I was a mess for a long while. Finally he was able to get enough out of me to squeeze me tightly and reassure me. He wiped my tears from my eyes and took in my quivering, breathy sighs. I admit that I had little idea how desperately I wanted a chance to have him continue in my life, in my arms, in my daily grind.

Now the morning comes and I am wide awake waiting on his more leisurely waking, it involves a snooze or two. Kisses and roving hands and I blink my eyes open. I grasp his face in my hands and fully kiss him, my fingers trailing down his beard to his neck and chest. Sometimes I am very content for a sedate exploration. Some mornings I need a firmer touch, I want to be used for his satisfaction and in turn extract mine. Some days the passion erupts and the pace picks up amidst the scratching and rapacious stroking. Each of us utterly lost for the moment in chasing down the other's pleasure. My love is a strange girl, at times tremulous and tender and at other times demanding and expansive.

As is his habit, Mr. Curved Line is a gentleman who sees to his partner's fulfillment. My custom is split between taking my needs and adapting to the needs of my bedmate. Lately, Mr. Curved Line has been asking me if he can complete. It can be quite the fun game when I issue a stern no and he's forced to wait it out. This last time, I said nothing. It was met with a groan of understanding from him. Then I aggressively took it from him. I am a motivated sort. Lol. Yes, I am. Please read that with the smug, self appreciative smile that currently bends my lips. This is my amazing life and times.




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