It had been a long time coming, this week long cruise had been in the works for a year. The first phone calls, rediscovering the magic that caused my soul to burn, were a solid base for the long conversations and sexually intense innuendo. The desire to follow them up with action was almost overwhelming, but I held true to my purpose. I needed to seduce your mind first, after that physical seduction was fait accompli. We talked of many things, Gods and Kings... There were of course disagreements, but nothing that was a deal breaker. Which sports team to root for and other such trivia. What unites us is the shared experience of all those years ago.
The first actual meeting was almost a boondoggle. I tried too hard, but you smiled indulgently and laughed when I stammered out of sheer desire. Buoyed by the knowledge that you were amused and not annoyed at my adolescent insecurities I grew into my confidence. By the end of that magical weekend the stage was set for this trip. Fine restaurants and a trip to the theater were only foreplay. My hands were inside your dress almost immediately. It was my turn to tease and enjoy your discomfiture. It pleased me to see how your skin flushed when I made you orgasm in the taxicab, with the driver glancing into the mirror trying to catch the show. You always enjoy it when I push your boundaries. By the end of the weekend you were a fully realized sexual dynamo. No one could resist your Eros, even if they had wanted.
Then came the sad times, the long weeks of work far away from each other, hoping that no one else would start the fire like I could. Sometimes almost a month would pass before schedules and time zones added up to a deeply satisfying conversation. Eventually though time cleared the obstacles from our path and set our feet on the trail we now walk.
