Pancakes

WOODY [The wizard in the long underwear] and I went our separate ways for the day, after a 2-hour goodbye in my bed. He had friends in town to see, and I had to work. Toward the end of a busy day, he sent a text that said a fancy hotel's name, and 'midnight.' I twirled around and squeaked at the thought of getting him all to myself in an anonymous, sound-proof room.

Upon entering the bourgeois palace, WOODY asked if I wanted to go get a drink downstairs. "Um, okay," I said, but I knew that neither of us wanted a drink, so I began a long kiss that involved taking off his coat, Metallica t-shirt, pants, and the purple long underwear. Under it all, he was wearing pale pink underoo-style briefs, "because it's a special occasion." 

We took our time, laughed, confessed & indulged in each other's kinks, broke the painting above the bed, and finally collapsed into a heap in the middle of the giant bed overlooking the city. 

In the late morning I gave into his attempts to wake me and agreed to a big breakfast. The world's best blueberry pancakes were brought to the room and were devoured amidst excessive praise. "This is the best pancake ever." "Seriously, we should go visit the chef." "Let's live here." 

A cab took me to my place, and him to the airport. There was excitement over seeing each other again, but no plans. It was too perfect to ruin with expectations.

... Then yesterday WOODY called to say he found a cheap flight back here for the weekend: "I need more pancakes."