Marvel #27

December 2024

I don’t hear from him for a week, he had already set up a night at his house with me when his wife is away before we saw each other in November, so when I don’t hear from him after his scan, I automatically catastrophise – as I said I would, that he has gotten bad news & went into surgery – then won’t remember me or is unable to message me. But he finally comes back online & says that he had the scan & didn’t get the results yet so it can’t be that bad, that I start to relax about this diagnosis.

His wife is away both Friday & Saturday, I have my work Christmas party on Friday night but I don’t hear from him, expecting that he stalked my snapchat location & saw that I was in the city, so he didn’t bother to message me, not even the whole day even though she’s away. On Saturday I finally hear from him asking if I am free tonight, which of course I am.

He hasn’t said if he’s coming to me or if I am going to his house, I gather that she has just gone away without the kids so I say that I assume I’ll be going to him & that we’ll fuck on the deck again, I ask if I need areogard & he says “I lit some candles for you so you should be good.” I say “awww that’s sweet” & get ready to leave. He says, “its romantic unintentionally” Which I am so stupid – I just was thinking that he remembered that I was bitten last time & so he was lighting candles to stop that, not that it would be a romantic setting or that he was trying to be romantic, that I am reminded that this man loves me still. No man is lighting citronella candles & mozzie coils when they invite a random over to their house to fuck outside, unless they care. Even just a little.

I get to his house & let him know I am there. He meets me at the front door, & he says that it’s good the dogs didn’t bark. I kiss him as I try to walk inside, he grabs my waist pulling me back against him saying “I got hard just kissing you” – I am fine with this obviously, I reach back to grab his cock & tell him so.

We head outside & he’s got the tv on this time playing music & a few candles plus a mosquito coil burning. It’s like he’s been out here setting up as the couch thing we fucked on last time, as its seemingly covered in a blanket ready for us. He kisses me for a few minutes & fingers me, telling me I am so wet… He takes his shorts off & lays down, I am actually cold being it’s been so hot the last few days & now tonight it’s under 20 degrees but he tells me I will warm up soon & don’t need to take off the cardigan.

One of the things I love about when his dick is inside me, is that we talk… Is that normal? Do other people have normal conversations while fucking? Don’t get me wrong it’s not a ‘pick up the milk’ type conversation but it’s not always sexy talk – but general chit chat. I have no idea if this is usual cos I haven’t had a proper boyfriend that I felt comfortable to talk to during sex, even to tell them what I want. Mostly we do talk about sexy things & what we’re doing or what we want to do to each other, so things like him getting hard as I walk in the door or when I said that I had a nice view (meaning the scenery) & he said his was better one because I was on top of him fucking him, so I unbutton my cardigan & pop my tits out & he says exactly what I hope he will say that his view just got better.

I cum on top of him & then he moves to get on top of me, but pulls my knees apart & sucks my clit – he is good at this, don’t get me wrong, I always enjoy it – I don’t always cum from it but I always like it, but sometimes, like tonight, he gets it so fucking right that I can’t handle it. I am almost screaming out… Then he slips his fingers in & I can’t control it, I am squirting everywhere, so much so that I am squirting all over myself & I even get some on my face, before he puts his mouth back on my clit & I cum gyrating my hips into his mouth.

I fall to the side & he slides in behind me & fucks me sideways from behind. We talk about the tv & the fact he has cum on his beard. I start to rub my clit but he takes over & I cum so hard that I don’t even know where that orgasm came from, it was out of the blue & he kept going, that I say “I can’t see” he freaks for a split second before he realises that my eyes have gone blurry… How can this man still make my eyes go blurry after all these years.

He gets on top of me this time, fucking me – there aren’t a lot of moments with Marvel that I am reminded he loved me (probably still loves me in some way) but when I say something about him not fucking me for months (as a bit of a exaggeration joke) he reminds me that he fucks me monthly & the last time was two weeks ago. I continue this joke of it being so long since we fucked that he says something that makes me believe that he keeps track of how often we fuck, not quite like I do in this journal blog, but he remembers that it’s monthly… It reminds me that he cares in some way – maybe I am naive, maybe he just likes my vagina, but I’m pretty sure that he likes more than that – even after all this time.

It makes him fuck me harder, maybe to shut me up, maybe because he’s close, but he cums inside me, getting quickly off me & lays next to me where we chat. I can barely move my legs that I tell him he has to carry me to the car – not that I mean it but fuck I really don’t think my legs will work. I sit on the edge of the couch & he gets up & gets dressed sitting in a chair next to me, when he asks me what I think of the new Linkin Park stuff – they have just appointed a new lead singer who is a chick. I tell him that I like their new stuff with her but she can’t replace Chester & shouldn’t be singing their other songs as I don’t think she can pull it off – just my opinion though, which pretty much mirrors his opinion.

One other thing that that stands out that night, is that I have a drink bottle bag & I took it with my water because it fits my keys & phone in the front pocket, knowing that we were going to be outside, I didn’t want to lose anything on the decking – decking usually has gaps in it for the wood to move. I’m not really sure why but he brings up my drink bottle twice. Does he repeat things because he is nervous & doesn’t want an awkward silence? Or does he repeat things because I don’t give him the response he wanted – which is the reason why I repeat things, I want a certain reaction & I don’t get it, so I repeat it.

When I leave, I expect a message on the way home, but do you know what I’ve realised, I wait for him to message almost every time after we fuck. I am stubborn so I drive home & sleep without a message from the man who just made me cum so many times that I struggled to stand. He messages a little the next day when I say that I slept so well last night. I remind him a week later when he comes back online that he was supposed to carry me to the car. He says that I got to the car just fine, I ask how he would even know he didn’t watch me. “One minute you’re lighting candles so I don’t get bitten, next minute you may as well just push me down the stairs…” He says that he has his nice moments. But then he doesn’t come back online for another 2 weeks, then it’s the end of the year. I don’t hear from him again in 2024.

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