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Subject: Being with Steve – Chapter 8 The work week felt like an eternity, as it did last week. But this week I wasn’t excited for the weekend off, making the dullness that much more dull. I went through the normal motions of my life, but did feel significantly more happy than usual. Though Steve was away for a bit, I still had him to look forward too eventually. It was easier to put a positive disposition on the day with that thought in my mind. I found myself being much more outgoing at work and school, actually trying to strike up conversations at times. I hadn’t felt this good since before Sarah and I broke up. Even when alone in my apartment between shifts and class, I was… happy. It was strange. I started going on walks, trying hard everyday to meet the exercise goals on the watch that Steve had gotten me, and logged my nutrition at every meal. I was determined to eat a healthy breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I was excited to go over it with Steve when he came back to me. Proud at all of the accomplishment I had made because of him. While we didn’t get to talk on the phone nearly at all while he was gone, we did text back and fourth quite a bit. Mostly about how boring company retreats were, and about ataköy escort how the only thing he could imagine doing right now was me. The thought alone was nearly enough to send me over the edge, chastity cage or not. When the end of his trip finally neared, I was like a kid waiting for Santa to bring a new Nintendo 64. He was all I could think about. I wanted to hug him, kiss him, suck him… I wanted him inside of me. I wanted him to cum in me. Deep. I knew this was who I was and what I’ve been forever, it just took this long to realize it. I was disappointed that Steve’s flight landed while I was at work on Friday night. It was going to be so hard to have to wait until the next evening to see him. Steve had told me that he was due to arrive around 11:15pm on a direct from Arizona, so at 11:10, I tuned my radio to the tower and waited to hear which plane was his. Right at 11:15 on the dot, the small business jet soared down the runway, its rear landing gear chirping up white smoke a few hundred yards from where I sat. A big grin crossed my face as I watched the plane taxi out of site, over to the executive avaition terminal. I felt high for the rest of the night, merter escort unable to focus on absolutely anything else. When the Sun finally broke on the horizon, I drove my tug as fast as possible back to the lot and nearly sprinted for the campus shuttle, my thighs rubbing against the chastity cage that now seemed to be a part of me. The ride, as usual, took forever. My mind raced on what the next two days would hold. I bounced between giddy and anxious. I was so excited to see him that I hadn’t considered that he may be too burned out from his trip to see me. I swallowed my fears down and focused on the good parts of my thoughts. Finally, what felt like a month later, we arrived at my stop and I nearly jogged to my apartment, eager to fall asleep and see my man. My heart jumped into my throat as I neared my door and saw a white envelope stuck in the door, `Adam’ written nearly across the front in deep blue ink. “Hello, Baby- I thought I could wait to see you, but I’m not so sure I can. If you’re up for it, send me a message and I’ll come and get you now. I miss you. -Daddy.” My heart pounded, my chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath, and my hands quaked as bahçeşehir escort I tried over-and-over to get my key in the deadbolt of the door. I finally cranked the lock over and nearly knocked the door over as I lurched to the table to grab my phone and power it on. I waited impatiently as the Apple logo flickered, got bright, dimmed, then brightened again. I entered my passcode and frantically pressed the messages button, scrolled, and clicked on Steve’s message thread. As fast as my fat thumbs could possibly type, I send “Hi, I’m ready” and hit send. The familiar “whoop” of the message being sent and the indicator “Delivered” nearly brought tears to my eyes. I waited with my eyes glued to the screen for an indication that Steve was responding. Each time my screen began to dim, I smacked it back to life appalled at the audacity that it would try and sleep during a time like this. Minutes passed without any indication, and I began to accept that he, like any normal person, was sleeping. I placed my phone on the table and made my way to the bathroom, having now become accustomed to sitting to pee, and a near expert at drying the chastity cage to perfection. I warmed up a turkey and egg white English muffin for breakfast, or dinner, or whatever and settled into my chair. The elevating tri-tone “do-do-do” of my phone nearly caused me to throw the sandwich out of my hands to pick up the phone. I wasn’t disappointed when I saw it was him, his three word reply made me want to get up and dance… “On my way”.
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