Is very far through the snow
I’ll think of you
Wherever you go
– The Pretenders, 2000 Miles
Recently, Exhibit A excitedly tweeted that he had an idea for Christmas:
His plan involves choosing the title of a Christmas song or carol every day for the next 20 days and using it as a prompt for some erotic writing or photography. As someone who loves a challenge, but has also failed almost completely in my personal task of posting something three times per week, this seemed intriguing…
So starting as I mean to go on (ha!), here is my short story!
It’s inspired by two books by Daniel Glattauer – Love Virtually and Every Seventh Wave. I read both of these in one sitting each, devouring them in about 3 hours, and completely falling in love with Emmi and Leo’s email driven courtship.
I am waiting in the airport, thousands of miles from you and wishing my arms could stretch across the ocean to hold you. I know that I only need to survive the flight before I see you again, but those few hours seem like even more of a trial than the past weeks apart. We are so close now, and yet the same distance separates us.
I miss you. I miss the sound of your voice and your smell after the shower. I miss talking to you and laughing with you. But more than all of these romantic and comforting things, my body aches for you. I’m beginning to think I *need* you more often than this. Just three weeks without you and I’m twitchy and jumpy like I’m withdrawing. I can’t stop thinking about your mouth. I can’t wait to kiss you at arrivals in front of all the crowds, knowing what else your mouth can do to me. I want to run my hands across your chest and up your back. I want to wrap my thighs around you and pull you closer to me. I want to breathe you in and pretend that we’ve never parted.
I don’t think there’s wifi on this flight so I won’t be able to tell you how I’m thinking of you as I speed through the 2000 miles to get back to you. You’ll have to imagine how I’m pushing my hand into my knickers to feel how wet the thought of you has made me. My clit is already tingling with anticipation and I don’t know if I’ll be able to wait until they turn down the lights. Keeping silent and still is not easy though – I hope the neighbouring seat is empty, or they keep themselves to themselves. Can you imagine if they’re chatty and ask me all about my trip while droning on about how much fun they’ve had on their holiday? How will I think of coherent answers when my mind is already in your bed?
Thank God, they’re finally calling my flight so I’m going to board.
See you on the other side…