Tara Tainton

Leaving on that plane that would take me across the northern border, I intended to seek out adventure on my own, live the next few days solely for myself, and leave my live-in lover behind in location and emotions. I intended to keep my distance, not correspond, live as if I was completely alone, for it's been a long, long time since I've been alone.

No, no ill will on my part. No intentions of purposely deserting him or ignoring him, and never to make him jealous or miss me. No games. Just a need to live life for myself... again and finally. And I did.

And I missed my live-in lover much more than I ever imagined. Sometimes, we don't feel close, sometimes a long while goes by before our continual casual sexual banter, innuendo, and affection metamorphoses into intercourse itself. Sometimes, I feel lonely despite living with a partner. And sometimes, his interests, preferences, and lifestyle starkly clash with my own.

Yet, being away emphasized all the other feelings, compatibilities, and intimacy I have for and share with him. I missed my best friend, that one who listens very well to my deepest thoughts, the one I can lounge around with and not feel one bit shy or uncomfortable or having to be on my best behavior. I missed my mate that's always up for a good giggle, a rumble on the bed sheets, or a long cuddle.

And that really turned me on.

Since the beginning of our relationship that we both tried to fight and continually ran away from and towards, sometimes entirely subconsciously, across international borders, we haven't been apart for more than a couple days. I really should have known better, this time. W

We finally caved in and ended up living together when a mere five or so days apart would go by before we'd be texting each other about how dumb our forced separation was.

And here, I thought I could leave him again for a full six days without feeling a thing. Or almost nothing. I thought he might hate the new emptiness in our apartment back in Las Vegas; I thought I might miss having that warm body to cuddle with under the covers in the cooler evenings in Canada. But as soon as I discovered my US phone service enabled me to text across the border, my lover and I were never out of touch.

Everything was the same, just the same as our connection to one another was almost four years ago. We didn't want to be apart. We missed everything about our life together, the good and the bad. And somehow, that seamlessly translated into a renewed sexual connection, attraction, and even a feverish need.

I was open to everything and anything on this trip, as I try to be during every day spent in this open and very flexible relationship I'm so grateful for. I was looking forward to meeting new people, being surrounded by non-Americans to titillate my social needs in new ways, forming new friendships, and flirting. I was ready for it all, despite the possibility of more intimate connections just not cropping up. And aside from all of my own excitement, wide-eyed perspective of the new land around me, and interaction with others, I was turned on all the more by the partner I'd left at home.

I don't do long distance relationships. I gave them up when I was the 16-year-old military daughter whose boyfriend's fathers kept getting stationed far away, taking my relationships with them. And for reasons I can guess at or may never know, I don't like to webcam, chat, or converse on the phone sexually. It just doesn't turn me on. Maybe I'm more tactile. Perhaps eye contact plays a large part in arousal for me. Maybe I like to judge my lover's thoughts, feelings, intentions, and desires through in-person interaction.

But I've been known to send dirty emails and lots of sexually explicit text messages. Not to get myself off but to tease... as intensely erotic foreplay. And then, that in-person contact is so much more arousing.

As my days away evolved into evenings alone, the text messages exchanged with my live-in lover a long distance away grew more explicit. Naturally. We didn't think about it or plan it; it just happened.

Saying "goodnight," evolved into "I'm kissing you all over your soft, warm body." My partner left in Las Vegas was lonely, and I realized I had access to a great way to ease his sexual pain. I snapped a few photos of myself, in that very moment, and emailed them to him. I'd never emailed explicit photos of myself to anyone before. I never had a reason to. Either I can share on my personal website with all of you as I wish or my lovers have always been right there before me, never away.

The next night, my last night away from home, I emailed my lover a second set of photos. And I told him exactly what I wanted him to do with them.

"Strip in front of your laptop, baby, with my dirty photos on the screen. Stroke that beautiful cock of yours for me, and tell me how much you like my naked body," I texted cell phone to cell phone.

He obliged and begged me to give him more instructions, to make him my sex slave for the evening, to turn him into a whimpering pile of emasculated man. With those wishes firmly resounding in my mind's ear, I couldn't wait to get home and practice the same game in person. But first, I had to finish him off.

"You're such a good boy. Take good care of that beautiful cock, because I'm going to make good use of it when I get home. Now, I want you to come all over my face. Flip me over, and come on my ass."

He obeyed, and I reached a new level of sexual excitement. "Now, I want you to lick that cum off my ass. Clean my crack with the tip of your warm tongue."

I could practically feel the waves of his exploding orgasm across the miles. And I became a huge fan of long distance lovin'.

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Tara and Her Fans & Friends | 2008-08-03 11:28 michael g.b. 09/17/2007 08:46 AM ahh . . me old dial up connection can't get VOYEURS VIEW but obviouls y can get involved in TARA'S TRYSTS! . . . You mentioned that "you should have known better . . . " about that six day separation -- reminded me of that old Beatle's song: "I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER ( WITH A GIRL LIKE YOU)" - - "that i would i would love everything that you do . .and i do . . and i do . . hey hey heeey!!" - from "A HARD DAY'S NIGHT"! . . . an old sayin' comes to mind to sum up Your written text above: "you never miss the ewater till the well runs dry" . . . ha! well well well! but i'm sure Your "other half" is happy and glad that TARA'S returned . . . and so am "i" and countless others in cyber peek-a-boo! :) Haaaaaaa 09/17/2007 11:41 AM Wow! Very hot. I travel a lot and nothing like that ever happens to me. If I tried that with my wife, she wouldn't take it very well. I guess it's just falling asleep to The History Channel for me. sigh Tara, your Adoring WebMistress 09/18/2007 02:20 AM Michael, I'm going to have to look up my Hard Day's Night album tonight and have a listen. :) And I'm so glad YOU are back to welcome ME back! ;) xoxo Haaaaaaa... I do know your situation. I had a spouse I spent 5 1/2 years trying to awaken and feel comfortable opening up with his own sexual desires and curiosities. Alas, that was only the least of our incompatibilities. I hope your wife is very tender, loving, and opens up to more as her own comfort level grows. You just never know what her deepest self may be like! ;) I was once her. nicho 09/18/2007 07:08 PM As someone who's done multiple deployments with the miltary I've had to be in that lonely long distance relationship more than once and I have to say getting off to your lovers direction is a definate turn on..almost as good as getting her off when you give the instructions. Did you ever get him to reciprocrate? Secondhand Rose...

Tara and Her Fans & Friends | 2008-08-03 11:28 Hardin 09/23/2007 01:15 AM For those of us who enjoy surfing the Internet for hot photos to stroke to while we are away on business, the idea of someone E-mailing photos and then enhancing our masturbatory fantasies over the phone is extremely arousing. You could probably create a profitable business if you did this for hire, full time. Tara, your Exhibitionist WebMistress 09/24/2007 05:39 AM Hardin, that's a very kind thought... and a creative idea... I wonder how many of our beloved and sexy phone sex operators offer a photo emailing service as well?? And you know I love sharing my own photos here. :) Will 09/26/2007 01:48 AM ~~It is true, (cliche' though it is!): Absense makes the heart grow fonder~~also, makes the heart beat faster; hot, passionate, long-distance love, has got to be recognized as something truly remarkable. ~Very good post, Tara. ** You should get away more often! (wink*) Tara, your Aroused WebMistress 09/26/2007 02:42 AM Will, I've definitely learned that one of the benefits of getting away is the returning home. ;) Linda 09/27/2007 12:08 AM Wow.... sweet story! Hello again, Tara! *kiss, kiss!* Tara, your Adoring WebMistress 09/28/2007 10:13 AM Hello, hello, Linda! I've missed you, to say the least. ;) Wish I could catch up with my email time and send you a longer note as well! Thanks so much for stopping in and being here to hear about my first long distance sexy session. ;) xoxoxo! Vasper Janik 10/23/2007 01:40 PM Probably the best pic of Tara I have seen. My favorite view of any woman is from behind, just glorious! Tara, your Curvy WebMistress 10/23/2007 03:43 PM Glad you like, Vasper. ;)

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