5th April 2011
A year ago today I was travelling to Philadelphia to meet Him for the first time. I had waited 17 long weeks for this day, weeks which had been filled with love, passion, desperate longing and even moments of fear that this meeting might never actually take place. In the end those fears were unfounded and finally the day had arrived.
I remember it all so clearly, waking early, getting to the airport, killing time between check in and flight departure, taking off, watching my plane on the little flight tracker screen as it seemed to crawl, ohhhh so slowly, across the Atlantic and down the east coast of the states and then my first glimpse of Philly as we flew in over the Delaware to land.
I am pretty sure I was the first person out of my seat once we landed. Finally I was in America and I knew he just a few short steps away from me. The queue at immigration had me impatiently hopping from one foot to another until finally it my turn to be grilled by the rather grumpy official at the desk. I remember the moment he banged my passport with his stamp, as he handed it back to me my grin must have been a mile wide and finally he seemed to warm a little, smiling back at me and wishing me a happy trip.
I had travelled in jeans but in my hand luggage I had packed clothes to change into, my intention being to do it on the flight before landing, but unfortunately my timing had been a bit off and so now I was faced with the choice of grabbing my bag and heading out to meet him in jeans or ducking into the ladies for a quick change. I opted for the change, jeans and undies off, clean undies on, stockings; little black low cut dress and black high heels on. I guess it took me longer than I realised at the time, as once I came out my bag was one of the only ones remaining on the carousel.
Finally the moment had arrived, he was just through those doors, or so I hoped anyway. For a moment I paused, this we really it, was I nervous? Not in the slightest. As I walked through the doors he was the first person I saw, he was standing as close to the exit as it was possible to be and for a moment we just stood and smiled at one another, but the flow of people through the doors eventually swept me along the barrier and when I emerged from the other end it was straight into his arms.
He kissed me, like I had never been kissed before. One hand on the back of my neck drawing me in and the other in the small of my back, my arms snaked round his neck and my body moulded perfectly into his. Our tongue entwined as we explored each other’s taste, his teeth nipping at my lip and his hands holding me tightly. In the end it was him who pulled away and when I went to lean in for me he said….. “You have to stop now” which was met with a questioning look from me; his answer… “Because I have to walk now and if you carry on much more I am not sure that will be possible”
We took a taxi from the airport to the hotel we were staying in. I remember it so clearly, it was a beautiful spring day, and Philly was basking in the unseasonable warm weather. I sat in the back of the taxi holding his hand not knowing where to look first. I wanted to feast my eyes on Him, drink in every little thing about Him but then outside the window was my first views of Philadelphia and I sat there, my eyes flicking from him to the window and back to him, until in the end he draw me close to his side and pointed out all the sights to me, whilst his hand explored up under the hemline of my dress.
That was to be the beginning of two weeks of firsts for us. Soon after arriving at the hotel he took the whip to me for the first time, I knelt in front of him and he took my mouth for the first time and finally once I had begged him enough he took ME for the first time. That night we went out to dinner and he bought me my first Philly Cheese Steak sandwich and he sat and laughed at me as this culinary feast exploded as I tried to eat it and ended up all down my front. I decided then and there that was not a food that was designed to be eaten in a ladylike fashion.
That night he put His collar on me for the first time and it was that moment when I think I finally realised I had arrived, I was actually here, with Him. I was where I was meant to be……by His side.
Sitting here now writing this, the memories of those first two weeks together are flooding my brain and I am smiling broadly. It was the most amazing trip I have ever made. I think I truly found myself during those two weeks. It was everything I had hoped it would be and more. It was filled with fun, laughter, happiness, sex, kissing, dancing, sleeping and hope. Here we are now, one year on. I love Him now just as passionately as I did then, actually that’s not true, my love for Him deepens and grows every day. Every day we are apart my mind, body and soul aches to be with Him. I miss his touch, his scent, his physical presence near me but on this anniversary day I shall sit and remember that amazing beginning for us in the sure and firm knowledge that not too soon from now we will be starting a whole new beginning together…… forever.
ps…. I wish I had a picture of that first kiss, alas I was rather preoccupied at the time but luckily he has kissed me many times since…