I’m writing this in Melbourne, as my lover sits across the lounge doing things on hir computer. I have been here for nearly three days, and I am deliriously happy. This is what happens when plans work out even better than hoped for.
On Friday morning – far too early to be called remotely civilised – I flew out from Auckland airport. My husband and my pet both came to see me off, eating breakfast with me in the departures lounge, hugging me goodbye and then hugging me some more, and waving at me as I crossed through the departure gates and into the bewildering land of duty-free. They are my main tethers of love that will call me home – and they know it.
On the plane I fairly quivered with caffeine and excitement, explaining to very interested aisle-mates that I was going to visit my partner for the first time! They were initially confused, but as I explained polyamory and how my husband and other partners all know about each other and are entirely comfortable with the concept, they too became more comfortable with the notion. By the end of the flight they were offering me breath mints to calm my nerves about imminent kissage, and laughing with me about my husband’s final admonishment that I “not come home bow-legged from too much fucking”.
But there were nerves. For all that my lovely partner and I have been Skyping and talking and writing for the best part of a year, it cannot take the place of physical reality. And there was always the possibility that we might not gel quite right in person. That taste or smell or height or an indefinable something might be just a little bit … off. So as the plane landed, and as I came through customs, and as I collected my luggage and as I came through the door and looked for hir in the crowd my nerves were taut.
But then I saw hir – and zie saw me. And my nerves all melted away as I burst into a great big grin!
You know those airport greetings you see in sappy commercials? We weren’t quite that bad. But the hug was long and intense and hir smell was just right and hir height was just a bit taller that me and hir lips are lovely and I didn’t want to let hir hand go (so I didn’t, until we got to the car hire desk). It was splendid!
Now it’s three days later. Wonderfully, I’ve been able to meet both hir other partners here, and I’ve met two of their partners. Some of their friends, some of my friends, some online friends. Done some shopping, and melted in the heat. Spent some quality naked time. Done a lot of kissing and holding hands and hugging and yes, an incredible amount of that sex stuff. Hey – I’ve only got 10 days here and I’m going to make the most of it!
I miss my husband a lot – so we’ve talked on the phone. I miss my pet a lot – so we’ve had a long text chat each day. But I am so glad to be here with my lover. Being here with hir in person beats spending time with hir over Skype all to hell.
Skin-to-skin. Quality time. There’s nothing like it. This is how it is, when it works just right.
| Curvaceous Dee