Today was sunny and gorgeous. It was only a week since the last time we saw each other, but we embraced as if much more time had passed.

When we walked to lunch, he held my hand and responded to my giddiness with something that was vaguely Daddylike. He mussed my hair and moved his arm around my shoulder to guide me on turns. I could see an effort to meet me halfway on this, which was only confirmed when he told me that I could sometimes call him Daddy. Which is exactly how I’d want it, just sometimes and not all the time.

Later on, we fucked in my childhood bedroom. He must have appreciated the post I made the other day because he wound up hogtying me and taking me from behind. He was clever and tied the legs separately, so it was only a semi-hogtie and he could maneuver my legs to get deeper. We took a couple of photos of the encounter and maaaaybe if you’re nice I’ll share one or two.

I got massively subspaced and he took great care of me. We had some lovely pillow talk afterwards, some centering on a post he made recently over the fact that we miss being able to go to bed together and cook meals together.

Overall, it was a lovely day, but it makes me a little sad and anxious for the upcoming year and the fact that we will be embarking on a much longer long-distance relationship.