épernay sept 2020
I didn’t recognise you in your hat and covid mask but once we locked eyes, I put down my kindle and we sat together for the first time in a year. I ask you for a hug and with that, the trip has commenced.
The room is in the loft; open, sprawling, neo-rococo I think it’s called; impeccably finished, calming, cool itself. Curved silhouettes (furniture, mirrors, arches) against clean, cool-toned walls, cool itself. Natural light treated almost reverentially. You’ve selected a sanctuary, really.
The first time we have s+x again is missionary, edging my legs open as far as they can for you to thrust, I know you can feel a difference when I do. I’m not sure how to fuck you, I love experimenting with the angle of my hips - it is forward and then back sharply that you like? Or do you respond more when I tilt my ass up and roll it down from your tip in synchronicity? Fun in finding it.
Oral is replaced by spanking, I’m tied by you, upright for 90 minutes, more, you grab me while I’m suspended.
Can you think of it like having a partner? We see each other once in a while, nothing changes, spend , fuck and indulge a lot and then you’ve spent less the money you would have otherwise on a w***.
Debauchery inside tranquility - the perfect dichotomy
The hours pass genuinely as if in a dream. You have us venture out Fontaine Bleu for a little rock climbing, but i’m more interested in lying on top of the boulders in sun-dappled forest and listening to the wind through the trees while you’re hard working on your bouldering tekkers. The one event we’re almost late for, a tasting, we grab a snack as we are so hungry and we haven’t eaten for hours. This jambon beurre tastes like it has descended down from heaven for the both of us. While we look at each other pleadingly thinking this would be more drinking involved, we listen to stories of Champagne bottles kept off the coast in the deep sea off of Brittany for two years.
The last memory I have is you beckoning me outside the hotel, it’s late September now and slightly chilly; but you need me to sit in your lap and look at the stars with you. This is the singular most intimate event of the past days.