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“Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.”

— Ernest Hemingway

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The world series will never be the same for him, he says. That visit, the second time, the world was watching the game, but his eyes were on me. He spent the day building the anticipation from a distance, but in his presence, I have never felt so sexy as when his eyes are on me. He didn't move, as I crawled across the floor, he didn't smile (not outwardly anyway), but I saw it in his eyes. It was a night we will always remember. The firey electricity between us cracked in the air. I remember looking at myself in the mirror and the mantra I needed at the time repeated... my Master loves me, my body, and mind, and he has my best interests at heart, don't think, just feel... Even now, my heartbeat quickens with the memory. Closer than close, if we could have crawled into each other's soul that night, we would have. So many vignettes of that day are etched in my memory, but the first time in candlelight, is my highlight. Each time we've looked into a mirror together, there is moment where it feels like our souls connect through the universe again, familiar, like we've done it a million times and like we will a million more.

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The memories are as vibrant as ever. At times I wonder when we will breathe the same air again, when his lips will meet mine, when our hands will touch. I know the universe has a plan and it will present itself when we are meant to be together again. Twin flame love is hard. I'm so grateful for the memories.

The Transition

The last time we were together, he had said goodbye. I listened to his every word, and I gave him the space to say what he felt he needed to say. I stifled tears as he poured emotion. I held his hand, and I hugged him, but I did not say goodbye. I couldn't say goodbye. 

It didn't feel like the end to me. I was so confused. I was touched deeply by his sincere words. I felt so connected to him. If he was feeling what I was feeling, why... how... could he say goodbye? 

We both knew it was a once in a lifetime opportunity. We caught lightning in a bottle 5 months ago, almost to the day. How could it possibly happen ever again. It had been 5 months since I had seen him, felt his touch, smelled his skin, heard his voice whisper in my ear. After he left my coast, I couldn't get him out of my mind. My mind started slowly working on the idea of going to his coast. As things always do between us, it slowly grew and grew until the stars had aligned and allowed me to set up a trip to see him. I needed to see him. The pull between us is magnetic and powerful, undeniable, irresistible. 

For the last two months we arranged our schedules and cleared the path to each other while managing our desire and excitement at the prospect of seeing each other again. Could we really pull this off... again? As the months dwindled to weeks and then days, the connection between us became more and more vibrant. Less needed to be said between us and somehow we just felt each other across the distance. The transition was beginning for each of us. Slowly we took invisible steps towards each other as we each shifted towards our respective roles. 

As I stepped off the plane, I could feel him. It was as if I could turn around right into his arms. I wanted to see him so badly, the ache in my heart told me I needed to see him. I would feel whole again in his arms. One long tedious day spent feeling his presence everywhere, texts and pics like he was right beside me, and I almost couldn't take any more.  The time was drawing near but certainly not quickly enough... for either of us.

When he rang the doorbell, my heart skipped a beat. I smiled to myself... finally! When I opened the door and saw that smile again, those eyes again... When I felt his arms wrap around me, I knew... this... would be the trip of a lifetime. The energy is electric between us in the first warm hug.  I could feel the gentle flow between us resume immediately. We feed off each other. The little flutter of excitement dissipated and turned into a full on rush of happiness. After the normal smalltalk and tour of the house..."Where is My collar?"

I smiled... "In the top drawer of the dresser by the door."  But he didn't move... Of course he didn't, he was never in a hurry. We kept talking, enjoying being in the same room together. We stayed close, touching each other, needing the physical connection. He stood, taking my hand and pulling me to the center of the living room. He kissed me and breathed me in, running his hands over my body slowly. I held him close. My own hands roaming across his back and shoulders and arms. It was as if we were Slowly telling our souls... Yes this is real, and our time is now. Slowly he began to remove my clothes. Piece by piece, taking the time to remember each stitch, each wrinkle, each goosebump, and every sighed breath.

"Stay there."

He left me to walk to the bedroom. I heard the drawer open. He came back to the living room, with a smile I watched him as he stood by the chair and removed his own clothes silently. He sat in the chair and flashed me that handsome hungry smile.

"Are you ready? Do you want to wear my collar again?"

I nodded with a soft smile, at a loss for my voice. 

He beckoned me with his finger, and I moved to walk towards him... He sat back... "Uh uh... You know better than that little girl. Bring yourself to me."

I took a slow deep breath, (settle), moved to my knees, and slowly crawled to his feet. I looked up into his hungry eyes as he ran his hand gently across my cheek. The caress I had dreamed of for months sent a shiver down my spine. 

"Welcome me with a soft kiss"

I met his eyes and smiled. My heart was nearly beating out of my chest, I'm sure he could hear it.  I leaned forward and wrapped the head of his cock with my lips giving him a soft warm kiss. I had imagined this so many times, how I would revel in him placing his collar on me again, claiming me.. again.  This was just the beginning. He moved my hair off my neck, slowly placed his leather collar around my neck, snugging it just right and hearing those snaps, feeling his hands wrap around the leather around my throat.  It instantly brought that feeling to the surface, it's like lightning in my soul. His hand on my neck brings his submissive to the forefront. The good wife steps back, and I know I am his...

The transition was complete.

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A trip down memory lane...

San Francisco memories to last a lifetime

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“You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

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Intimacy is not just physical. To crave a persons presence and energy rather than just their body is the purest form of intimacy.

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“But I must admit I miss you terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby.”

— Lemony Snicket

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Everything is tangled, our legs, our tongues, our thoughts, our souls.

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Is it me or is it you?

Yes, because we are one in the same.

Signs Your Twin Flame Misses You - Twin Flames Miss Each Other During Se…

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This chorus has been bouncing around my memories this week.