Under the iris.

I had intended on writing much more in the previous post. I had intended on detailing how I took my lover, Shayne, to my bed and kissed her passionately as I prepared to go down on her divine cunt. I had intended on sharing of how I slipped on my favourite non-latex purple gloves and described how I slid my lubricated hands into her as she screamed and panted and groaned my name loud enough for the women upstairs to surely hear.

But I was typing that entry during the following morning, when Shayne slumbered in my bed. She awoke just before I came to those points, and when she wandered her naked self into my study and kissed me as I sat beside my computer, my concentration was redirected for the moment as we made out next to my desk.

I bent her over the dark rosewood, parting her beautiful ass open with my hands and slithering my fingertips across her plushy folds again. Soon, I was teasing her with the soft tip of my hard cock, and not long after that sliding myself into her beautiful pussy as she clawed the wall before my desk. It was a brief, "Good morning" kind of fuck, the sort that doesn't result in a climax but is still nevertheless fun in its own unexpected way. It felt amazing to take her like that, and I love the way her ass feels when she's bent over and her skin is taut and smooth. Gripping on to her solid hips and enjoying the movement of her skin, I'll occasionally part her ass open and enjoy the sight of her winking anus as I slowly pump myself into her.

Later that day, we found ourselves in my bed again as she crawled between my legs to suck my cock. She had already been on top of me, enjoying the feel of my cock as she ground herself. When she moved down to blow me, I languished in her suction and the firm grip of her sexy lips. More often than not, as much as I enjoy blowjobs it's usually rare that I cum from them, but this time I was happy to pump my cock into Shayne's wet mouth enough to burst my blessed seed across her tongue and into her throat.

It pleases me that, during this terribly-too-long-awaited trip to be together again, I was able to enjoy that with my Shayne for other reasons that I'll share as well.

I write this post from Shayne's apartment, enjoying the mewling of her wonderful cats and the energy of her spartan but sensual abode. She had travelled to visit me in my city for a few days, and then I returned with her to her city for a few. I'll be heading back home this afternoon.

For a few reasons, this trip has been considerably less sexually decadent than previous ones. It would seem that Shayne and I are redefining the nature of our relationship.

Play hasn't been entirely absent. Feeling silly, I sent her a pic of my hard cock to her cellphone, prompting a playful "MY MY!!!" text response from her. Giving her a serendipitous spanking against the wall last night, and another one across my lap earlier this morning, was a lot of fun. "Let me feel your palm on my ass," she said to me with half-lidded blue-grey eyes. I enjoyed a personal sense of irony as I lowered her dragonfly-print boxer shorts and reddened her delightful bum.

But that's when the shift in energy became even more readily apparent, something that began to be felt after our initial freshly-reconnected hotness and saddens us both.

Shayne is among the most delightful lovers I've ever known, and I regard her as a best friend. Playfully, she proposed marriage to me once with a cigar wrapper, and she probably never really knew how deeply that fun gesture struck me. It wasn't long after that when I began to seriously try exploring how we might be able to make a longdistance thing work. Perhaps, for the moment, it's enough to say that we gave it the college try.

We may yet remain as lovers, certainly as friends. I may yet post here about some of the joy we shared together. But for those of you who have been reading and enjoying seeing how things between Shayne and I have been unfolding, it weighs on my heart to say that something apparently has shifted.

This journal has been almost exclusively about sex, and often when people write in journals such as this, sex is most often expressed in the most primal terms. I love that, and so do you. But I also think its important to remember that our sexual selves remains part of our most intimate selves, so its with some irony that (after having described her recent, lovely blowjob and fucking her across my desk), I'll close this post from her own computer to share this most intimate detail:


I love you, Shayne.

I love you very much, and I want you to be wonderfully happy in your life. I'll always treasure the memories of what we shared, the thoughts of what we could have shared more, and the desire to have you in my arms (and across my lap) again. Take care of yourself, pixiegrrl. I enjoyed being your man.

You were, and remain, a seed that yielded many blessings unto me.