Alpina's blog post - Oh, so close

"I'm looking forward to your next blog entry, I see you are using the classic writing trick of ending on a cliff-hanger", is what a good English friend of mine wrote in yesterday's PM. But he is not totally right. One reason I didn't go on yesterday is that I didn't want to be too long. Cocks may never be too long, but blogs certain are. Another reason is that it gave me time to think how to tell you what happened on Sunday morning when Leon took me home in his car.

We didn't follow the motorway and parked the car where we had done it before, at the beginning of a popular hiking path, which we followed for a while. All was so fresh, and wonderfully green, in the far distance we could see the Alps and there was the sound of cowbells from the neighboring hills. I knew that it would happen, it was almost unthinkable that it couldn't, so we did it against a pile of wood, which smelled intensively of fresh pine resin.

It is not that his presence makes me horny, or yearn for a fuck. It is just as if the two of us belong together physically, that our bodies clicked at one time and that it cannot be otherwise. He smiled when he felt that I didn't wear any panties (for obvious reasons). We didn't kiss much, as if this was too intimate a contact. He was standing behind me and looking at the same scenery. When his cock filled me, I had an intensive feeling of being at home.

I know this sounds corny, but I don't find any other words. Why did we have to part then, why was I so sure life could offer me more and I left for studies in England? Why did he get married so soon? The only thing that was different is that I rolled a condom over his cock, because I do not trust him anymore the way I did in the past. We were standing there quietly and rubbing against each other with ease, and then we came at the same time, as we had always done, and it was deep, and wonderful, and a little sad.

He told me of his family and his children and of his political career on our way home, and I said little to my lover, this stranger, who is so distant from me, and, oh, so close.