The six year anniversary of Taylor and I meeting for the first time is coming up pretty soon. Early in February, actually.
We’d known each other years and years online but rarely talked.
He used to tell me “one of these days, sin”. (That was my screen name back then. Submissively_sinful. Most people called me sinny. Taylor always called me sin.)
I would say “it’s never gonna happen”.
But mostly we just ignored each other. We chatted for different reasons and, while we got along quite well when we did talk, we didn’t talk often.

In fact, I was still in a long distance relationship of some years around this time six years ago.
I believe we split up just after the new year.

The very last thing I was looking for was a new relationship or a new dominant.

Well, our mutual online friend Rainie had different ideas.
She’d met Taylor the previous year for a weekend - he’d always been a sort of mentor to her and they hooked up for her to experience some of the stuff, for real, that she’d been exploring for so long.

I remember telling her when she first met him that it figured, as she’d always had a thing for those psychotic, bi polar types. (Amusingly enough after we hooked up she sent me a copy of that very IM to torment me with my own words. The brat)

Anyhow…
She decided we’d be good together.
She invited us both to Cincinnati to spend her birthday with her.
She could explore her bi curiosity and I could get the flogging Taylor’d been teasing me with for years. A rough and tumble ass fuck or two. You know - casual, kinky sex between friends.
All cool, right?

So we started talking more online and on the phone.
Casual, at first.
Kind of getting to know each other more before we actually met and had a fuckfest of a weekend.

If I admit it to myself I started to fall for him then. Before we ever met.
But the real deal sealer was when I looked into his eyes for the first time at the bus station. (Yes, yes, we both did the Greyhound thing. He was coming from WV, me from WI and my car was NOT doing so well at the time. LOL)
One look and I was a goner.

But I still insisted to myself that I wasn’t looking for permanent.
Reminded myself thru the entire long weekend that Taylor was NOT a keeper.
Even Rainie agreed with that.

Well…
One long weekend and a thousand phone calls later and he came to WI for an extended visit.
Ten days, I think, three weeks after the Cinci visit.

Three weeks later he moved in.

I still didn’t think he was a keeper.

It was what it was for as long as it lasted.
I still told myself I wasn’t looking for another Steve, another Master, another Owner.

We did things fast and casual, taking what came as it came with absolutely no rule book, contract, check list or agenda.

Almost six years later…

He’s a keeper.
I can’t imagine my life without him in it.
He makes me believe in forever.
In an old couple, still in love, rockin’ on the backyard swing.
And in the endurance of D/s once you put your fantasy based expectations aside and realize it’s still a relationship between two people in love and is never gonna be a Marketplace novel or the Story of O. (Who’d want THAT anyhow????? But that’s for another post. This one is for mush, damn it.)

He was exactly what I was looking for when I didn’t even know I was looking.

Thru the shit storms and the easy, breezy flights of near perfection…

He still is.

Everything I’ve ever looked for.
And more.

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