After The Professor and The Kind Ma’am left the Cuddle
Party, I asked a nice woman I’d met at one of the workshops earlier (She was
the one to whom I’d exclaimed “I just got a goooood phone number!” About The
Professor.) if she would like to snuggle in behind me. I’ll call her Soulful
Lady, because who knows, she may be in future stories.
She spooned up to my back and I held onto Mr. Shiny Eyes
from the other side. I missed The Professor but also felt lucky to be so deeply ensconced in the
lovey-dovey vibes of the room. I’d talked with Mr. Shiny Eyes about meeting up
at The Recurring Character’s room party later on (Just being invited made me
feel like I was home.) but I was pretty sure I’d end up happily on my own
instead. Everyone was soft, warm, lovely, and I felt full. I untangled myself
from the pile and said softly that it was time to go.
As I hugged Soulful Lady goodbye, she said “Remember, you
are not too much. You are
exactly enough.”
“Thank you so, so much,” I gushed. “I’ll really try to
remember.”
Saying goodbye to Mr. Shiny Eyes, I put my cheek against
his like a happy kitten, overjoyed to have reunited. After we kissed goodbye,
his face was flushed with playful vitality, a sunbeam of a person, a natural
resource. We both glowed with belonging and peace.
I hugged the Cuddle Facilitator and thanked her for her
help—she is really, really good at her job. On the way to my room, I ran into
The Professor and The Kind Ma’am and told them I was in blissed-out solo mode
for the night, and they said be sure to let them know if I changed my mind.
One important thing about the Kind Ma’am: She has ropes.
That just makes me feel optimistic about life in general.
I was getting off the elevator to my room when I heard a
“psst” and looked down a floor to see The Professor holding the pink water
bottle that I’d left in the Cuddle Party. I motioned for him to toss it up, but
he said “Just come down.” in a way that was just Dommy enough for me to do what
he said.
I was SO GLAD that I’d left my bottle, because as soon as
I walked back off the elevator onto the first floor, he wrapped me up in his
arms and we made out like teenagers, which you may know is my favorite thing in
the universe. The chemistry/Energy between us made me dizzy, as if I’d been
struck by warm, fuzzy, pink lightning. I think we might’ve been a little more
affectionate than some not-with-the-conference passersby may have been
expecting, and I loved that—I’m still a showoff at heart.
I got to my room (still somehow by myself), cranked up
the heat, took off everything but my socks, got into the big fluffy white hotel
bed, and felt myself in every
sense of the word. I loved the Energy, light, and lust sparking through me—very
similar to the sensation of having had ropes on, except that I hadn’t. My skin
was hot and tingling, my nipples hard—I felt like I’d spent the day being naked
and admired in the sun. I ravished myself and slept an angel’s sleep, forgetting
to even set an alarm.
I woke up later than I’d meant to, almost missing a
chance at breakfast. The Professor had texted to see what I was doing, so I set
out to find him and it was easy. He and The Kind Ma’am were having breakfast
with a bunch of friends and there was a spare seat for me. I dreamily ate french
toast and bacon, leaned my head against his strong, warm shoulder, and got to
know the two of them a little better.
After
breakfast, The Professor asked if we could go up to my room for a bit and
yesyesyes. When he told The Kind Ma’am “We’re just gonna go say goodbye for a
bit.” she smiled big and teased us-- “Yep, just going to say goodbye, alone, in
a room, lying down…”
Checkout
time was looming, so we set a timer for ten minutes. I’d forgotten the joy of
setting a timer for snuggles at The Big Poly Conference, but then I pretty much
love setting a timer about anything.
Those few minutes alone with him, in
bed, being held, were the sweetest and best. He put his hand on my heart and it
felt like a direct line to the divine. He caressed my breast and it became the
moment I refer back to the most during personal time.
When
the timer went off, I reluctantly went to turn it off, but he had other ideas.
While my phone merrily chimed away, he not-quite roughly pushed me into the
wall, took my face in his hands and kissed me deeply. I could feel him hard
against me and I wished that we had hours. Days.
All riled up and goddessy, I
regained control and pushed him onto the bed, climbed on top, and pushed myself
against him, enjoying his startled pleasure.
Eventually,
we did have to heed the silly timer. Saying goodbye took a lot of time, a lot
of lap-sitting, a lot of kissing with one sneaker on because it was very hard
to finish getting dressed.
As
he stood in the doorway almost leaving, he said: “Just know this: you are
loved.” It was the perfect thing to say, and it felt both from him and not from
him, like love was radiating from the whole building, from the whole universe
of interconnected souls, is all. It was something I really needed to hear, a
sentiment I want to take good care of.
When
I returned to the default world, I found the contrast too great. I resolved to
make my everyday life more loving, more gentle, more hospitable to my sparkly
heart and hungry spirit. I’m not sure what that looks like yet, but I like the changes
I’ve made so far.
The
Professor has been in touch every day since. He is just as good in the everyday
as he was in the land of magic, and I appreciate him more and more with every
text, call, and picture. He feels steadying to me, and I feel hopeful.