The conference was coming to a close and what a whirlwind of surprises it had been! The sexting with Romeo. Our time on the bus and in the closet. All that remained was to see if this new stallion might come through on his promise of a romantic night together.
When last we left, I had received a rather unexpected surprise during a work trip.
His name was Romeo.
After a night of delicious sexting, I was curious where things might be headed. I’m not going to lie. After everything that had happened with Lorenzo, I kept a bit of my hope in check to see if Romeo was going to turn into another talker. I am happy to report that this new potential stallion was anything but ‘all talk’. Let’s fast forward a little, past the cute little touching and teasing we snuck throughout the next few days.
I had training for work. It was a training that was going to take me away from family and friends and Vixey time for a few weeks. Or so I thought.
The weekend before leaving I was treated to a wonderful going away night with my favorite stallion. We fucked like it might be our last and I boarded my plane feeling prepared to endure the weeks away. We landed in a tiny airport. I remember marveling at the ancient way things were done. Instead of a conveyor system, our bags were simply tossed out to us by hand. A tall guy next to me laughed.
Vixey was born out of a desire to journal my experiences, not only to remember the sexy, fun times but also to look back on my growth in open marriage through an honest lens. There are so many positives. You can read about them here. But there are also a fair share of difficulties. Take Lorenzo for instance. After the encounter in the hotel, he went on to ghost me. Literally that evening at the club, there was a sudden awkwardness and distance. We are talking a complete 180 in the relationship.
The fuck!?