Mussels and Grapes – Part 1

These past few months Princess and I have been sailing through rough waters.
I have only myself to blame for it.

It are always the same things that frustrate me and finally, as I don’t have anybody to discuss this with, backfires on us. Not being accepted by Princess kids is something I kind of can relate to but I cannot accept them being rude with me. There is no excuse for anyone, 14 or 22, to be impolite with anyone. It says more about that person than the one being badly treated.

There is no excuse for rejection or hate either.

As a long-term thinker I am afraid they will always be that way and then I start thinking… they don’t want me to see Star, they don’t want me to enter their mother’s house, they don’t want me around Princess’ family even if I am invited. So where will we be in 5 or 10 years from now, surrounded by 5 people who dislike and hate me.

I am really fed up being a discussion point between Princess and those kids of her.

I do not want my life to be dictated by them yet on the other hand I want to make Princess as happy as I can so I’ll have to accept her kids even if today I am not open to that anymore. Then I get short-circuited and we have a brawl on the phone for hours and the next day we are zombies feeling like, well, zombies.

Mind you, between Princess and I everything is going perfectly well and as a couple we are still growing and discovering new things. We still play very often and my set of tools has become more limited but the intensity has skyrocketed.

I would die for Princess if that could save her and I would not hesitate one single zillionth of a second. She is the One. I was made for her and she for me.
Princess is my Holy Grail, my destination and the Love I have craved for during more than half a century.

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Past Monday it was Princess’s forty Birthday and in the morning, when driving to work I dropped Little A’s and my card in the mailbox at her work. We phoned in the evening as we always do when we are not together. Of course we talked about Stella who has been recently admitted for a least 2 weeks in psychiatry. She is really not doing well. And of course we talked about Star too. She is 2 now and staying at Princess’ home. Since October last year I have seen her only once, two weeks ago and she still recognized me although I am glad she does not call me grandpa anymore. Princess’s kids would be devastated if they would hear Star say that to me.

Tuesday evening is our evening so I picked up Princess at her place and took her out to diner. The restaurant wasn’t a very good choice and the mussels were good but nothing more. I should have done better.

I noticed Princess was tired. Taking care of 4 kids at home, a baby and an eldest daughter in psychiatry whose main hobby is sending a zillion text messages, most of them manipulating is not a present. And I stand at the sideline and can’t help the love of my life because her kids don’t want that to happen. That too makes me so mad.

Back home Princess took a shower, changed clothes and slipped in something more comfortable. It was a shiny black and tight-fitting dress she had picked up in a shop where they sell carnival stuff.

It was a hot and slutty dress and I had added my wishes too. No bra, stay-ups, pumps and a black lace thong.
A few days earlier I had told her to shave her pussy completely. It is something I like and love to do myself but we don’t have often time for that. The few times I did we both loved it very, very much.

To be continued…

Rough waters but not on this image
Rough waters but not on this image

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