The weekend. What to say about last weekend?
Let me start by saying that it’s now done. I was home, back to work and am already heading out again. I write this with a bruised penis, a rabbit bite on my arm, and a really big smile on my face, which, frankly, should and could tell you everything you need to know about the last few days.
But, as we often do, I have in my mind some of the “detaily” things to discuss here while Thumper likely will be writing soon about why exactly his balls are aching and his nipples puffy; however, he came home with a really bad cold so it may be a few days before he does so. That, and, frankly, the rabbitslut needs some rest.
In many ways, this weekend was something of a test, although it was the kind that you don’t worry about passing at all, but one that you are just curious about how you will pass it, even though you know you will. Still with me? I say that because in this weirdly wonderful foursome we have going, different rules apply. Translated, that means that Thumper and I have been in the boyfriend category for ten months now, but, until this point, we had never spent the night together, never traveled together and, well, never really spent any more than six hours together at one time. I would be lying if I told you that I didn’t think about those things prior to the trip, plus the fact that he hates to leave Belle, and all kinds of other things people who have minds like mine that do not shut off worry about in the dark crevices of the day.
As typically happens, I flew to his city because it’s just easier for me and this time I got there late on Thursday and he picked me up in the wee hours of Friday morning. As I suspected, he did not like leaving Belle and was rather solemn, but that is something I one thousand and seventeen percent understand and just simply smiled at him, patted his hand, and off we went. If he chooses to talk about that at some point it’s his business, but the rest of the day went as scheduled, he made fun of my old lady ways of travel (one gets set in one’s ways when one travels alone all the time) and I made sure that he would be a tad too cold on the giant plane by standing up and pointing the vents all right at him, you know, the kind of thing a boyfriend in control does just to irritate.
Now, I am not going to go into the trip detail aside to say we got a kick ass car and a kick ass suite at a swanky place in Hollywood that was so cool that one had to go through bouncers to get in after dark (the points I earn have their advantages). I’m pretty sure that was pretty much just because the word was out that Thumpie and I were there, but, well, what can you do? But anyway, we were all set.
But, once we got there, got settled and made a few fun purchases at a store that sold lots of metal things, such as his new steel collar that I was able to buy him symbolizing the control he gives me at times, the pain he takes from me, and the fact that we get to write our own rules and be okay with that, we settled into a routine that was just, for lack of better terminology, comfortable, sexy, and, rather natural with him usually naked and me not.
As the weekend progressed, he was just easy to be with and fun to boot. In many ways, the trip solidified a great deal of things because we just got to talk a lot, learn what each other sound like when they sleep, and, well, fuck like rabbits too. That part of the trip was amazing in its own way and I had a comfort level doing things to him, in him, and on him that I had not had in the past. Trust me, that’s the next blog post I will be writing hopefully tonight when I get to the lovely green northeastern state I will be hanging in for the week.
Something to clear up as well (I say this based off of exactly one Twitter comment and zero statistical analysis beyond that) is that he and I are not romantic together like I think people think we should be or in the typical sense one thinks of with a boyfriend. Yes, there is the occasional touch of the leg while driving, the occasional hand hold when getting metal lodged in our genitals, and a level of “caring” I don’t get from my other close male friends (like the fact he would have moved the stadium if he could have to get my out of the sunburn zone) and I still melt when he calls me BFM, but beyond that, when we are together we are smart asses with each other, disrespectful in our language to each other, and just talk like best friends versus a partner of any sort aside from the occasional “btw, in 10 minutes be expecting something of mine to be somewhere inside you” line. To be honest, I love this so much that it often makes me a bit sad or worried that Axel and I don’t have such a level of “surfaceness” anymore. In fact, I even mentioned that to the DILF on the way to the airport and he just looked at me, smiled and said something like “why would you, it’s not the same” and, like he occasionally is, he was right. The beauty of me and Thumper is that we will never HAVE to share the day to day things like whether the pool is clean, decide if we can afford both a new roof and to have the house painted, or whether our current level of health care coverage is sufficient. That is not the point of our relationship and never will be. Of course, that does not mean we will not, as time goes on and our lives grow, celebrate successes together, mourn together, or the like any more or any less so than either of us would with someone very close to us who we had had not been inside of, but that’s just another part of the beauty of the boyfriend status that we get to create as we go along.
Now, before I close talking about the spouses, the other two pieces of our important puzzle, I want to touch on something that maybe I wondered about long ago or that people thought might happen, but as we packed to go home, I warned him that I was going to say something sappy. So, after he braced his mind and his naked body, I said pretty much what I just have typed but it was something like “thank you. This has been incredibly fun and one of my favorite parts of the weekend is that I have realized that we actually can be together a longer amount of time and that we truly ARE about more than just sex, but that does not mean we HAVE to be either”. I did not really doubt it, but I have to say I’m relieved and relaxed in a way now that makes me wonder if I did carry that worry in my self conscious a bit more than I should have, but, regardless, it’s now gone and, while I look mightily forward to seeing him next month (fyi, Thumper check your calendar) I’m no longer “anxious” that it might not happen. Does that make any sense? His reponse was something like “yeah, you know, I feel the same and, nothing personal AT ALL but the weekend has made me further aware that I am not bisexual enough to want more than three days with a man and I am very ready to get back”. Out of context that phrase would be in the “I couldn’t wait to get rid of him” section of our initial posts, but now that I know him and his particular style of bipanflexibleness, I took great pride in the fact that even at the end of our weekend, I was still just as excited to be with him as I was on Friday and I think he felt the same as well, yet I was incredibly ready to see Axel again too and know he felt the same about Belle and his offspring.
Finally, a word or two hundred about the comfortableness of our spouses and extended friends. We have droned on and on about this in the past so I will avoid doing so now, but I talked on the phone to Axel in front of him multiple times with nary an issue, sent Axel several selfies he and I took (clothed ones of course), and even checked in on Facebook with him because I am proud to have him as a part of the gray area between friend and lover (I say that word just to make him giggle at thinking about how much he is giggling now knowing how much it made me cringe to type it – we discussed that). In turn, he did the same in talking to Belle, his children, and others with, from what I gather, nary a worry on his part I would hear and never a pretense when talking with Belle that I was not next to him, although I tried to give him space when I could. He did not do the same on Facebook, but mostly because he has a comical sleuth in his life who he is very close to and who wonders who I am because I “just appeared” and, for Thumper, who has a very controlled day to day (pun intended) versus me who meets new people and possible new friends every day, I am hard to explain, especially given my handsomeness and rent boy body (ha, just seeing if you are still paying attention here).
So, that’s part one. He will write when he feels better and I am planning on writing some more about the pain and sex side of things too, but had to get this out first. Also, over the weekend a few people sent me some very direct questions so I am planning to do a Q and A post later in the week and might talk to Thumper about tag teaming with me on that so you can get both sides of the story. So, if you have any direct questions for either of us, send me a private note at the link above.