Jack's Back..

I have an ex-client, who quickly became a friend, who then became a friend with benefits, and then a friend with major ++ benefits, who told me last month that he was in love. With me. I did a quick U-Turn and found two new friends. One of those friends is working out (a little slower than I'd hoped for), but will hopefully, eventually, become a fun play toy. The other friend is annoying, and just a little bit manic-depressive. I know manic-depressive, and that's only fun and interesting when it's in the manic phase. And when they're not actively trying to commit suicide.

During the 15 years I've been married, at least 6 of those were spent as a pro-domme, and that meant having certain entanglements with other men. However it was always a business arrangement. There was no doing other stuff, well except for maybe shopping trips, make-overs, and lunches. When I decided I didn't want to whore myself out be a pro-domme any longer, I had subs that I couldn't just drop. They were the clients who really were there in the sessions to serve me, or they were the clients who were the most open to playing around, and they didn't take themselves, or me, that seriously.

Jack was one of those guys. I want that Jack back. I miss him. I miss that he was probably the only person in the whole wide world who accepted me wholly & who knew every kinky fantasy that I've ever had. I miss dinner dates with him. I miss going for long hikes in the woods, and then me fucking him in the ass, up against a tree in broad daylight. I miss going to gay clubs & making him flirt shamelessly with the bartender so I'd get good drinks. I miss the way we'd whisper raunchy fantasies back and forth, either in each others ear before playing, or via text messages, or muffled phone conversations in the middle of the night, when I'm in another country.

Tonight when I was out with my beautiful 28 year old sister, she asked about him and I told her. He was my ultimate partner in crime. When he looked into my eyes and told me he'd do anything, anything at all for me, I'd tingle all over. There hasn't been one fantasy that I've fulfilled with Jack that hasn't been fucking awesome, even the time that I was dressed up in this latex catsuit which The Baroness had made for me, with these ridiculous 7" fetish spiked heels. I tripped over the blue rope that was stringing him up to the Catherine Wheel, and I wound up falling on my face, and splitting my eye open on the corner of a bondage table. He was strung up, and I couldn't get up. There was blood everywhere and it required 11 stitches. However it took at least 1hr for him to get himself out of the restraints, and out of the rope, and I was trying to unlace the catsuit and peel everything off, all the while not seeing out of one eye & crying hysterically.

I caved. After telling her all of our stories I took out my phone and I called him up. Jack's Back and I'm glad. I missed him. Jack gets me. No one else truly does.