I always appreciate it when a gent goes to extra lengths to ensure my happiness and comfort in life. In this case, we had planned a rendezvous at a secret location some six hours from London, which although would have been tiresome, it would have also been worth it.
However, he decided I would be much more comfortable arriving by helicopter instead, taking a mere hour and a half from London’s Heliport. My gent knew of my love of helicopter travel, which has been sadly lacking in my life over recent years and decided to charter one just for me. How exciting.
So, I arrived to tourists taking photographs of my getting out the helicopter, trying to figure out what celebrity I might be as staff came to help with my luggage, whisking me off to my suite.
What followed was a number of firsts for him; for us. His first experience of watersports; freshly showered thinking he was to get dressed for dinner, I marked him as my own before allowing him to air dry and then get ready for our black tie dinner and dance evening.
The following day, after a bracing morning swim and hearty breakfast, we played a highly unusual game of scrabble outside on our private terrace with the Erostek 232 and a sun umbrella covering us from the view of any other guest who might decide to try and take a peek where the (even more unusual) noises were coming from. I think I won in the end… of course. After returning the game before lunch, we saw a couple playing in the bar but they didn’t seem to be having half as much fun as we did. What a shame I couldn’t let them onto our secret.
From strap on play to a solitary discreet needle piercing his flesh under his dinner jacket the next night, the intention was to pierce and invade, to make more of him mine- if that were possible. I think I found a few crevices to curl myself into.
Alas, all too soon it was time to away and I left, yet still half there for the next day as I tried to focus on other things. Maybe I wasn’t the only one who had left their mark?