Caring Beyond the Hotel Sheets
When you need some comfort
LaPetiteMorte — “are you okay? Did you nap after all”?
Me — “yes. Sleeping sitting up on my couch. Head hung backward. cutting logs and scaring the dog.”
LaPetiteMorte — “hahahahahaha…wait. you don’t have a 🐶”
Me — “exactly. he was 2 streets over.”
LaPetiteMorte — “😆. omg Clara. Later lumberjack..”
Today was amazing
We had our second date and spent five fantastic hours together. He was a gentleman who met me in the lobby and walked me to my car when the day was over. We kissed sweetly when we first saw each other and then another before he wished me safe travels, and said we’d chat tonight.
LaPetiteMorte is not like the others. He truly wants one person to desire him, to hang out with and laugh at silly jokes online when we can’t see each other. He calms the jitters and soothes my fears.
He knows I have scars; some are easily seen while others are hidden deep. He’s been sad like me. We both have fears but are trying to make this last, so our futures are less bleak.
Healing some heartbreak
Today was not merely fucking. It’s not like that with him. Yes, we had some intense sex; it was deep, hard, and sweaty. I came often and came all over him. He was pretty happy with that. So was I. That satisfies those body aches.
But we have some heartbreak that needs TLC. The bags were dropped when we entered the room today, and we kissed and hugged fiercely for a long time. Clothes remained in place. We stood there and just embraced in the room.
The difference
He is different in his actions, online and in person. He treats me like a person, not a sex toy, and cares about me. The others would have stripped me of my dress in two seconds and started the “best lover in the world” routine. Not LPM. He’s slow and gentle. Teasing me by taking my zipper down slowly and kissing me as he goes. His hands were under the dress on my hips, gripping me tight and close to him. He kissed my nape repeatedly, putting his hands in my hair as he knew that relaxed me. I felt like a queen.
An hour passed before any mouth touched a cock or pussy. More like 45 minutes, but it was pretty close.
A warm blanket in a cold hotel room
He holds me.
Today, during the five hours, except to eat and go to the washroom, he held me. The entire time. He let his hands roam thru my hair and scalp, over my back, and down my body. Massaging a knot that I can’t seem to get rid of. Over and over in a gentle touch, meant to comfort.
At times the comfort did ignite. We’d roll into each other desperately and kiss hard. Hands not getting enough of each other. Legs and arms become chains of flesh and bone, keeping us together.
At other points, we were not fucking, but it felt like he was deep inside. We showed caring for each other’s minds and souls so we could heal some old scars.
Worth the wait
So, it took a while to get here. I still don’t completely trust what we have. It’s so new. And I have so many issues and worries.
He kissed my brow today and reminded me to be in the moment with him. To see where this goes. He can’t predict the future. He won’t make promises. I asked him not to when we first met, and he’s sticking to that rule. He wants me to be happy. He wants to show me something important.
That he cares.
Not just between two sheets.
Our first date. LaPetiteMorte knows how to treat a lady.