Beloved Readers, thank you for your patience. As some of you suspect, things have been going so well with The Captain that I haven’t had the time or desire to write.
Unlike The Toolman, The Captain is normal in all the good ways:
- A mere six days after we met, The Captain invited me to stay the night at his place.
- When I was tired, he told me “we don’t have to have sex every time we are together. I also like spending time with you.”
- He jumped at the chance to go away for a weekend with me. Which we did just two weeks after we met, and we are already planning the next getaway.
- When I was sick, The Captain brought me lunch and rubbed my feet while we watched a movie.
- He turns up on time and doesn’t mess me around.
- He doesn’t pressure me to fulfill his every fantasy. Which makes me want to!
- He makes plans with me for trips, dates and time together.
- We never part without making the next date.
- He called me his girlfriend just three weeks after we met.
He is as sexually insatiable as I am and is keen to experiment with all the things I have learned over these last two years.
And he is a great fucking kisser.
When I hold him up against The Toolman, the craziness of that time is like a flashing, screeching alarm. And I don’t miss the ups and downs.
But every boy, every man, every woman, every adventure, every heartbreak and disappointment has led me to The Captain.
He wistfully asked me one day, “why couldn’t I have met you when I was 30?”
And I told him it wouldn’t have worked if he had. I was different, and so was he, and we both needed to take the journeys we have to get here.
In the last five weeks we have seen each other at least twice a week. Dinners, movies, road trips, sex toy shopping, sofa snuggles, beach days, markets and wineries. We love spending time together and make each other laugh all day long.
It feels different to be with an older man. The Captain is youthful and if he hadn’t told me, I would have assumed he was my age. He is caring, mature and unflappable, steady yet fun. He makes me feel so loved and wanted.
The Captain looks at me like I am the most amazing woman he has ever seen. He tells me how gorgeous, sexy, smart and lovely I am. All. The. Damn.Time.
I know this sounds like some soppy romantic movie, and I should be cringing at it all, but I’m not.
I am calm, happy and enjoying every day with him as it happens. He has been so open and honest with me about so many things already, I feel secure and like I can trust him.
Nothing is perfect and we each have our various items of baggage but we seem to fit so well together that I feel like we could conquer any challenge together.
We talk about a future together and I truly feel like it will happen. I like having him around and we miss each other just enough when we are apart.
For the first time in two years, I don’t feel compelled to write. I know The Captain will be around for a long time and I want to keep our sexual adventures to ourselves. My family and friends will meet him one day and I don’t want them to scrutinise him, knowing what we get up to behind closed doors.
Writing this blog has been invaluable to me. I have vented and grown, gained knowledge, perspective and some new friends. After each liaison or confusing encounter I needed to write about it to make sense of it all. My friends who read the blog have been more open with me about their sex lives, which has deepened our friendships and my quest for intimacy has been achieved in more ways than one.
I am beyond thrilled that anyone actually read it! I thought I would just throw all my ramblings out into the ether and nobody would care, but I have a small, kind, loyal following and I thank you for being there and supporting me.
When I started the blog I wondered if it would have a happy ending. People would ask me if I would keep writing if I found someone, and I wasn’t sure. But now I have found The Captain I have no desire to write about him, plus we all know happiness makes for terrible artistic output! Who wants to read about my gross lovesickness? Bleurgh.
So I am signing off….until it all goes wrong!
Maybe I will be back, so I urge you to subscribe via email, follow me on Twitter or Instagram; just in case The Captain takes a trip to JerkTown.
But I have a feeling I won’t be back for a long time.
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you for reading.