First Month In Vancouver

Meanwhile in Vancouver. The weather is perfect, days of clear sun or misting rain while the east coast gets hammered in snow. I fight off either a tail of a head cold or pollen allergies and try to be good about job hunting on a borrowed couch. I research about wrestling holds for a story commission, chasing my muse to corner it. This is important. I can barely write lately, stringing words together is a chore, but I’m making myself sit still and type this as a warm up.

Weekends I steal away to screw myself silly, passport in hand, jumping on the dick of an American. He looks at me wistfully and checks if all he is to me is sex.  No, but it sure helps, as I have a cunt-hunger that I try to respect. Fuck me. I told him that, fuck me properly and the rest would work itself out.

He’s cute and funny and handsome, and I like playing pretend with him. I also want him between my legs, slim hips driving piston style. I want what I want, and Brick does it.  Trophy boyfriend, handsome enough random girls ask to snap a picture of him with them.

The condo where I am staying has a little gym in the basement (it also has a sauna) and as my breathing lets me (damn cold/pollen) I’ve started awakening myself from the uncomfortable slumber of my limbs.  My body is less than thrilled to be roused, like all living things it prefers to conserve calories.  That’s my goal for 2018, to take opportunities when they are offered- as long as there’s a free treadmill in the basement there’s no excuse not to go.

My limbs are now unhappy at the joints, but my brain is clearer. Up here the air tastes clean and sweet and when I crest a hill, suddenly radiant grey-glow mountains, luminous and white capped. It feels silly, like someone put a matter painting up on a set. Eventually I will need to get closer ot one of those and prove it is real.

I have a reasonable level of stress for a person who has upended their life, but not so much that I feel rash. A little overwhelmed and concerned I could push myself harder, as well as grumpy at losing days to sleepiness (yesterday demanded and extra 2 hour nap out of nowhere) but also immensely happy to be having an adventure.

On fetlife I poke at the kink scene, but I haven’t yet had the free time to make it worth looking into.

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  1. Good luck oh kindred soul I wish you well. It seems like you are off to a good start.

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