Cherie’s been going through a lot as always. School. Graduating in June with a BS in Psychology that she has worked so hard for. Raising her son and working at CHOP.
A bunch of shit I could never deal with. But the last time she was chilly to me was the last time she cam down here. She was never like that. She was closed the whole day until we went back to the house and had sex.
Once that happened she was having explosive orgasms and loving me like she always did.
I know what I need to do to break her wall of defense.
It was pretty clear clear cut. She was shitty to me until I fucked her and got all of the negative energy out of her and she came back to me.
My Cherie was back after we had sex and I was walking her to her car.
I have to deal with this. Life could be worse. What middle aged man wouldn’t want a hot, smart, beautiful, fit girl that drives 40 miles to come to your house and makes love to you and wants nothing from you.
It’s uncanny. But it’s worked beautifully for 2 years. Cherie is busy with medical school and work and I’m building businesses in Rittenhouse. We both work so much it’s nearly impossible to see each other.
But we’ve decided to try to be better. She knows the Saturdays I’m off and we are making it work.
I broke the shell two weeks ago, but she’s coming down today and what will it look like?
I know what works, but Cherie tells me she’s on her period so there will be no swimming in the waters during shark week.
I’m fine with that. My relationship with Cherie isn’t driven by sex. You would think that based on all of the mad sex we have, but no.
If baby says it’s off limits I’m fine with it.
Do you know why?
The sex with Cherie is some mind bending explosive mayhem of joy, but if I can’t have her, I’m super happy to date her.
Our time is limited and the sex is amazing but if she says it’s off limits but wants to come to the city I LOVE taking her on dates. Pizza, the movies! Anything she wants. Because she never wants anything from me. She’s just happy to be with me.
So if I can’t be with her I’m actually happy to take my girlfriend that I love on a proper date and spend some money on her.
Because she wants nothing from me!
I survive a horrible LYFT ride from some crazy woman that actually seems certifiable but make it to the theater on time. I text Cherie and tell her I’ve arrived.
I love Cherie and am happy she’s making the trek to come to the city. She’s stuck in traffic so our chances of seeing the film we were supposed to see is blown.
I don’t even care because it’s my first day off in a month and I’m just happy to see my baby. We can see whatever she wants.
She parks and rolls in late. Again, I don’t even care because I’m just happy to see my girlfriend. The woman that I really love.
We decide on the remake of Deathwish by Eli Roth and it’s awesome.
Cherie complains of tummy troubles but I plow buttery popcorn and diet coke into my gullet.
She seems different.
I’m doing everything I can to pump her up and tell her how much I adore her and how great she is, but it just seems misspent.
At this point I don’t even see it because I’m so happy to be taking my love on a date. I love dates!
Death Wish is a hard film. Bruce Willis. Eli Roth directs. That’s going to be some hard shit. The original in the 70’s is actually worse and one of the gang members was actually Jeff Goldblum! Check it out.
I’ve seen a lot of mad films in my life, but like my father before me, I’ve softened. I can’t take films like that anymore. I’ve been a husband and a dad. I don’t want to see that. It was upsetting, but once retribution happens, I’m, loving it hard.
But I notice Cherie isn’t being her loving, passionate self.
I’m fine. I don’t know what her current deal is so I even compensate with how great she is and how much I love her.
After the movie we kiss in her Saab and I cup her supple breast as our tongues swirl. But it all feels forced. By me. That’s never how I roll. All my love and sex is always a mutual celebration.
What’s up with Cherie?
We drive around a bit and then she ends up dropping me off and going home. I know she’s on her moons but what’s up with my girl?
Things seem amiss.
She texts me that she made it home safe.
But then there’s something else she says.
To be continued…
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