Charles' Send-Off. Confession #76

Sadie had eight orgasms yesterday.

Charles and I had our last fuck-fest at a historic hotel in the city where he lives. It was the size of a closet and the walls were as thin as paper, but, it was clean, so we didn't care. We checked in at 2:00 pm sharp, made our way up to the room, peeled off our clothes, and jumped in the bed.

For a solid two hours we played. We were both happy, in spirited moods, and we laughed and fucked and whispered into each other's ear how much we would miss each other when I'm gone. I had him promise that if/when he hooks up with someone else, that he call me and regale me with all of the sexy details of the encounter. For some reason, I was totally turned on by the idea of someone else taking over for Sadie in the sexual-support department. 

Before we knew it it was time for him to go pick up his kids. But, he came back later that evening and we resumed our position(s) on the bed. For another three hours we said goodbye. It was at times sweet and tender, and at others it was more aggressive between us. A lot of pawing and grabbing, and clutching and scratching, and biting and gritting, and bucking while fucking. Which made it decidedly more intense than usual, which is saying a LOT. It is always intense between us, but yesterday we asked in wonderment more times than I can count, "What is that? Do you feel that???"

And then, as soon as it began, it was over. And, surprisingly, I did not cry when Charles was leaving. I simply told him how much I cared for him and that I would miss him immensely. Because, I will.

And then he was gone. And I went to bed soon thereafter, sated by the stimulation of the day. 

Orgasms certainly have a way of zapping it out of you. But, hey, all those O's made up for the lack of any last week.

And in case you are wondering, Charles had three.