We are apart this weekend, again. 

 Things here are muffled in snow, quiet.  I feel the same way now, for reasons I don’t completely understand.  Maybe I miss him, maybe it’s something else.

 He called me as he settled down for a nap.  “You know what I feel like?” he said as sleep started to embrace him.  “I’d love one of your soft, gentle blowjobs that leave me all sleepy and then one of your backrubs to go to sleep to.  I love being taken care of by you.”

The funny thing is, I’d pay a lot of money to be in his bed right now, cuddled up to him after taking care of him, napping myself, in the safety of the warmth of him.