Riding the Storm Out

Here's a fun fact about me:  I hate extreme weather. 

Some people can sleep through it or laugh it off.   Not I.  I try to pretend that I'm all bad ass, but when the shit hits the fan, I'm a total goon.

Hurricane Sandy was coming right at us and I was a nervous wreck.  Adrian told me to stay calm, informing me that he had a plan.  I told him to keep dreaming, that I'd be too anxious to do anything like that.

We spent the weekend battening down the hatches, first at his apartment in NYC, then at my house and finally at his parents house.

Storm night came at us like a freight train.  I was hoping all the forecasts had over hyped it.  They hadn't.  The rain and wind was insane.  The power went out before eight at night- before the eye of the storm even hit.

Turns out Adrian really DID have a plan.  He'd bought a pair of handcuffs, a flogger, an anal plug and some lube.  I forgot ALL about that fucking storm over the next few hours.  Adrian's normally wild but loving.   He's never gone the S&M route with me.  Monday night, he went there. And how!  The one thing I missed about Dave was how rough he could be.  Adrian put him TO SHAME. 

It's hard to focus on a storm when you're handcuffed and getting your ass whipped.  It's harder still when you've got a plug in your ass.  And it's even harder still when you've got a plug in, your ass is on fire from the flogger and your fiancee is slamming into you like a freight train. 

We went at it like animals for hours.  Every time I thought I couldn't take any more, he proved me wrong.  When the eye of the storm was hitting, I started to panic for a second.  That's when he let me handcuff and then flog him, and I LOVED it.  So much so that they eye hit and I didn't even really know.  When I let him out of the handcuffs, he fucked me in front of the bay window, my back to his chest, our cries louder than the howl of the wind outside.  I watched the trees shake and bend, and I couldn't connect with my fear anymore.  Just him.  I was in the moment, big time.  A huge limb on our front tree snapped, and instead of freaking out, I came screaming.  Twice.

We dropped into bed at four in the morning.  Curling up together, he laughed that we REEKED of sex, but with no power, no showers.  "I love you Au natural Ells."  I laughed, but it hurt to do it because my stomach felt like I'd done 9,854 sit ups from how many times I'd cum.  I told him that, and he said he was feeling the burn too. Wrapped in each other like the most luxurious of blankets, we fell asleep. 

Daylight eventually forced us from bed, and we got ready quickly before heading into my yard to assess the damage.  Nothing too bad, just the big tree limb and a bunch of smaller branches.  We pulled the limb into the yard and then went to his parents to check on them and borrow their chainsaw.  A big tree had fallen in their front yard, there were tree branches and debris everywhere, but otherwise they were fine.  We spent several hours cleaning up and then Ad and his dad broke out the chainsaw and started working on the front tree. 

The day progressed and my power never came back on, so we decided we'd stay at a hotel.  His mom wasn't having it, and she told us we had to stay at their house.  Adrian told her that he liked spending time with me too much to have us go back to our younger days of trying to be quiet.  His dad turned to her and told her she had to "Honey, let those kids do whatever it is that they do.  They both seem damn happy to me.  Besides, you and I aren't so quiet ourselves these days."
Adrian choked and laughed, I just laughed.  Those two are now in their late sixties but are STILL nuts about each other.  We've caught them canoodling (not having sex, canoodling) hundreds of times through the years, and it is no secret that they are crazy frisky and like to "make whoopie."  It's hilarious.  Also bodes well for our future, because Adrian takes after his dad, and I plan to be having sex until they roll me into a coffin.

We spent the night in a beautiful hotel suite that Adrian took care of booking.  I checked in a few hours ahead of him (he stayed with dad to finish taking care of the tree), checked my email, caught up with all the horrifying storm pictures on the news and then took a long hot shower followed by a bath.

Adrian came in with food- our local Carrabba's was open- and we ate like starving maniacs.  After that he took a shower and then we got into bed and cuddled.  And then, we weren't cuddling anymore.  "You have to keep my quiet," I said.  "I don't want to get us kicked out."

"I rented the suite because they said there was no one else in this section.  I told them my fiancee just can't control herself and tends to get a little loud."

I laughed so hard, I cried.  Literally.  Who rents a hotel suite and has to say that their fiancee is a screamer?
It was a great night.  I managed not to scream too loud.  It's going to be an issue when we go on our honeymoon, because there is no way I can be quiet for such a long stretch of time.

We were lucky, our power came back on the next day and we got to go home.  He was able to ascertain that his apartment building survived the storm, but he's been here all week anyway.  His work closed the office this week because you can't even get around NYC.  He's been able to work and do conference calls from here, and I love having him around.

My birthday is approaching, and I'm 99.9999% positive that I'm getting a new engagement ring.  He REFUSES to let me continue wearing the original one (I'm wearing it on a chain around my neck though).  He asked what cut I wanted and he told me he'd give it to me at an appropriate time.  Can't wait!!!!

Catching Up

Things have been wildly busy lately, thus the lack of any type of updates from me.  Things never seem to slow down, but I thought that I'd start trying to fit blogging back in.  I cancelled the old blog- no one use the name here- after Dave found it and started using it as a conduit of information about me.  At first I was understanding, then I was annoyed.  I decided to start over anew, so that there is no more chance of him reading my shit.  I hope.

Since the last time I wrote, things have balanced themselves out beautifully.  I was struggling to find my calm with the fact that Adrian lives two states away.  Sure, it's 90 minutes.  But when you finally have the love of your life back, those 90 minutes feel like 90 hours.  It takes more planning for us to be together, and I was really struggling with that.

I started thinking I wouldn't be able to survive with the distance between us.  Me being me, I started to question whether it was worth it.  I started getting goofy.  I knew I'd gone too far when I took the day off work to relax and wound up spending three hours pleasuring myself...... thinking about Dave.  Not about Dave the person.  About Dave's dick, and knowing that it was nearby. 

Later that night, I woke up in a cold sweat, completely freaking out.  What the fuck was I doing??????  I love Adrian so much, it frightens me...  So I try to run away. But this time, I remembered that it isn't worth it to even try.  I'm not ME without HIM, and only living a half life SUCKED.  Somehow I scared myself straight that night.

He's here every weekend.  I've gone there three times in the last few weeks.  We talk, text, email and skype constantly.  I'm more in love with him today than I was two weeks ago.  You'd think after knowing each other as long as we have, there would be no new things to discover or explore, but you'd think wrong.

We are funny, loving, caring, goofy, insatiable, hot for each other, never far apart and growing closer every day.

We're still insane for each other too.  A few weeks ago, we met half way between his house and mine at a hotel.  We were meeting specifically for the purpose of going at it, and go at it we did.  Wild.  Hot.  LOUD.

So loud that the phone started ringing in the room.  Over and over again.  Clearly we weren't answering.  I've mentioned before that I'm loud.  He isn't necessarily quiet either, because we talk to each other during.  So there we were.... and things were reaching the critical point when suddenly, there was knocking at the door.  We didn't stop.  More knocking.  More knocking.  We were still going.  I was too far gone for him to stop, so we didn't.  I came with a shriek and he came with a yell, which made the knocking turn to banging. 

Adrian stomped across the room, butt ass naked, sweating and out of breath. He flung the door open.  "Yes?"

Management told us there was a noise complaint, and they politely asked us to leave.

Honestly, I never laughed so hard.  We got dressed and left, and treated ourselves to a big dinner at Mickey D's (cause we're classy like that) and then we went our separate ways.

I laughed the entire way home.