The day started at 1 in the morning with my oldest child telling me he strives to be like Eric. All the questions I ever had about bringing this man into my children's lives, vanished.
Well done role model, mentor and friend. You have become all of those things to him.
My heart glows.
One week ago, my dear friend's long term relationship ended and she is in my ear, in pieces, morning, noon and night.
My heart breaks for her.
My other dear friend got her dream job and is moving in two weeks.
My heart splits; so good for her but lonely for me.
My middle kid is starting down a wildly fun and adventurous road, that is further away from home.
My heart leaps with excitement for him and deflates at the distance.
Tomorrow I have a review at work.
My heart does not trust my boss to hold true to his word and I have completed my end of the bargain.
At noon, I found myself parked in front of the house where I was raped and assaulted.
My heart dog piles emotions. This time my heart stood tall and said NO to another breakdown but I could not reconcile why, at that moment, I found myself in front of that house.
I met the sexiest man on earth for lunch and shared all of the emotions that crowded my brain throughout the day. He truly listened. He gave sound advice. He expressed pride and playful joy. He got me so turned on over pizza, I thought I would have an orgasm by the second piece.
My heart belongs to him. (Yes, I am talking about Eric! Come on people. You know I love that man!)
Tonight I have work, to prepare for tomorrow. Eric is doing dinner elsewhere but we passed in the hallway; both changing clothes for the evening.
"How about a quickie?" I teased.
Eric beamed but said his ride would be there any minute. "You have to be patient, Amy. Wait until the time is right."
I displayed an over dramatic little girl pout and stomped my foot. "Why are you always so good?!" I whined. Then, mimicking him from earlier, I stated, "I don't want to be patient!"
(This is especially funny because I suggested salads and sandwiches for lunch, to be on the healthy side, but Eric very cute and matter-of-factly said "I don't want a sandwich," so we got pizza instead.)
"In the closet, young lady," he said locking the bedroom door and pushing me into the tiny dark space. He reached for his belt but grabbed the key to our toy chest from underneath it's buckle and hung it back on the wall.
Lickity split, Eric had his lubed cock in my ass and a vibrating rabbit between my swollen lips while it's ears buzzed along my clit, alternating in time with an intense butt fucking. I swear, it wasn't three minutes and I was cumming; that crazy guttural scream starting to make way from my throat. We both heard the knock and I collapsed to the floor, dizzy while pulsing below but holding my verbal release inside.
"Just lie there and relax for a minute, Pretty Girl," Eric whispered racing out the door, hollering to our guest and dressing on his way down the stairs.
"I love you Amy!" he yelled and was gone.
My heart is still beating fast.
Amidst all the emotional turmoil, it was a very good day.