She is back home to her parents house again! Yay Phone communication now! I miss her so much!

Ok this is what I sent to her last night.

The red head stretched one night – tired and weary from the week’s
work. Sometimes it seemed like the work was never-ending but she
wouldn’t change a thing. She was staring at her computer. Her eyes
were a blur. See her butch was still out in the wild rainforests in
that place far far away.

Each night the butch has been gone the red head waited for her call.
Just the thought of hearing her voice on the phone saying “hi honey”
or “hey baby” is just enough for her to make it through another day
without her butch by her side.

The red head just nodding off at her desk hears the phone ring and
looks down and sees that 503 area code and smiles knowing it is her
butch far far away. As she picks up the phone she hears that sweet
voice – that same voice that proposed to her in the shower – that same
voice that vowed to the red head that she would be loved forever by
the butch. It is one of those voices that when the world could be
falling down around you and you don’t know what to do – just the
simple sound of that voice calms all your fears.

The butch was very tired. She had been traveling all week going here
and there and doing this and that. The red head yearned to have the
butch home with the butch’s head in her lap – the way they always
watch movies together. The butch rambled off about her many
adventures – wishing the red head was there to share them with her.

The red head was a little green under the gills – she so wished she
could be there sharing all this with her butch. She knew there would
be other times though going with her butch to that place far far away.
She smiled contently as she listened to all the stories. Every
second and every sound reminded her how much she truly loved this
butch of hers.

Soon though the butch had to go – she would be leaving that place far
far away to go on to a place not so far away. The red head was sad.
Another night sleeping alone in that big cold bed without her butch
lying next to her. She went to bed very late that night and curled up
next to the butch’s pillow. The red head held on tightly hoping the
butch could feel the love she was sending her.

Some things she missed more about the butch being far far away than
others. She missed being close to her butch. Kissing her before they
fell asleep in each other’s arms. She missed making love to her butch
late at night, feeling all the thrills of passion and that fervent
feeling of total enigmatic ecstasy. She missed feeling her butch’s
hands fill her completely while she was also inside her butch
exploring all her hidden inner depths – waves rushing over both of
them.

She missed tasting her butch – on her lips… her fingers… savoring
every delicious drop. She missed collapsing in each other’s arms and
falling soundly asleep in total peace serenity. The red head
continuously counted the days until she would have her butch back in
her arms again.

The red head awoke the next morning and sadly her butch was still
gone. But the red head smiled to herself softly remembering in just a
little time her butch would be back to her safely and sound. The
butch once told her red head that she felt the red head’s love and
devotion was funneled downward to one infinitely dense point lodged
somewhere between her consciousness and subconsciousness. The red
head thanked the powers that be for bringing her this butch – this
love of her life knowing that throughout the existences to come the
two would continue to nurture each other in absolute serendipity.