Bloody meetings!

I rush back to my room; she will be calling soon.

Time apart is hard, but listening as she tells me where her hands are, what they are touching, what she’s thinking and feeling. Directing her, sometimes stopping her or pushing her faster.

I love hearing her voice, little grunts and groans, not holding back on mine so she can hear me.

Rising together, thousands of miles not far enough to stop us. Her panting after as she catches her breath starts my mind working again; I begin to tease her.

Just one more night, then home.