I remember how excited and scared and thrilled I was when you replied to me on your site.
I remember how you knew what I needed you to say from the first time we spoke.
I remember how I smiled at you, looking at you sideways, too scared to see your face and you knew what I wanted to say and you said it for me.
I remember walking across the airport in Las Vegas and seeing you in a blue shirt. I remember how clean and crisp you smelled 
and how within moments I found a way to hide in you and feel safe because I was shy of the rest of you.
I remember kissing you in a lift and blushing when other people got in. I stood and held you hand and looked at the floor and tried not to be too English and obvious.
I remember when you left me for two minutes at a bar and a man sat next to me and tried to chat me and how suddenly I missed you so much that I could not bear another man talking to me. I hopped off the stool and waited for you.
I remember laughing so much that I almost fell off the bed and how you caught me.
I remember kissing you in a way I have not kissed for years and years. I remember rediscovering what kisses were for.
I remember holding your hand as though I were returning to you, as though the moment we met it was just five minutes since I had left you.
I remember realising how freely I had breathed since I met you. I remember how I realised that my secrets were secrets no longer. I did not need to tuck them in and keep them quiet. I could whisper them into your shoulder.
I remember crying in the airport. I remember asking you to go quickly. I remember standing and sobbing for all the world to see as you walked away.
I remember walking through your Floridian house and being so thrilled that we would so much time together.
I remember unpacking and realising I had almost a whole suitcase of knickers.
I remember making mojitos and carrying them out to the pool. The joy of you and time and a cool evening making me so smile so much that it turned into a laugh.
I remember filling your freezer with industrial amounts of chili.
I remember how I made you smile in a way that would make me blush. I remember wanting you every moment.
I remember how you laughed when you caught me and tipped me over your knee and how annoyed I was that I loved to hear that laugh.
I remember lying in your arms watching th
e storm.
I remember how quickly you built a fire when it was cold.
I remember showing you the sightes of my life and seeing them reflected in your eyes.
I remember how you made me feel when you turned me over.
I remember how you warmed my face and my hands when it was snowy and cold.
I remember a thousand stories you have told me.
I remember how you have made my stomach drop when you started to speak to me in that strict, low tone.
I remember how you made words flow freely that once I dare not even think.
I remember your smile when I was naughty.
I remember how it was before I knew you, when I did not know if I could love anymore.
I remember when I thought that no one could ever know me and love me.
I remember your blue eyes.
I remember your smile.
I remember you.
I remember every day how much I love you.
I was tired so had a cuppa java to keep Missy company late nite, and now its early-early, I’m up, can’t sleep, so I thought I’d continue on into your blit and yes, you really must change this font color.
"SATURDAY, 21 NOVEMBER 2009
How He Did It.
"I have not once in my life ever been this kind of girl. I am changing.
I am becoming someone I never thought I was good enough or pure enough to be.”
The above may well define the “Good Girl.”
-B
Poppy, this is heart-stoppingly lovely and so appropriate to this day.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
Hi,
I am glad to be company in your early morning wonderings. I hope that the font colour has changed now- it looks black to me. I will keep looking and checking.
I love the way you write B, I squeezed my eyes tight shut when I read what you wrote about the 'good girl' and gave up whatever passes for prayer in my little world and wished that it is so. Thank you.
Paul, if you did not exist it would be necessary to invent you. Big, big hugs,
Poppy
xx
Such a wonderful expression of Love. Happy V Day, Poppy!
xoxo
~Luna
Okay, Missy and I can’t quite figure it out:
Is your relationship with Himself a distance thing, and if so how often do you see each other?
Enquiring Minds Wish to Know (but won’t be offended if we don’t).
Alas it is a distance thing but we see each other pretty much every night on Skype. Over the last twelve months we have been together three times – for one week, then over three weeks and then for two weeks.
It is tough, we both have careers and whatnot where we are. No more of that now- it is too sad.
I love him like he is next to me.
I feel like I let people down when I tell them about the distance. I know it is not the same as living together. We do the best we can. I hope you don't feel like we are less because of it- we are just different.
We both understand the Skype thing. We did it for sometime although we did see each other every month. No, it is not the same as living together nor is it akin to him being close enough to date regularly. I would think the distance would make it a bit more mystical, even fantastical but I could be wrong. I’ve never done a distance relationship for that long but we’ve been halfway there.
We started while I was away on business, and THANK GOD for Skype and being naked on Skype. We both found it comforting that I could watch over her while away. I’m not sure we could have lasted without it. Ain’t it strange how this new technology can effect our lives so profoundly in ways we simply could not have imagined just a decade ago?
I’m not sure what you mean by thinking ‘less’ of you two (though I do have questions like: how many different women does Himself spank, give homework, and give bedtimes to?). I have met so many oddballs and fetishists in my handful of D/s years explored that I don’t think less of anyone for doing that which they need to do to be happy.
You seem happy, isn’t that the point of the exercise?
There is just stuff out there Missy and I don’t enjoy/desire/need and we have no problem saying “No thank you, but by all means you two go ahead!”
Besides, you write well and isn’t that what counts in the blogosphere?
"There is just stuff out there Missy and I don’t enjoy/desire/need and we have no problem saying “No thank you, but by all means you two go ahead!”
Missy thought the above was harsh, but I didn’t. I was referring to DD, and how it isn’t really our thing (not really). We are more D/s.
Is that harsh?
Happy Valentine’s Good Girl!
And this is going to be my LAST comment for at least a week. Missy just said, “We’re a little too up in Poppy’s gear…”
She may be right…
Goodbye!
No harm in sharing, B, or in asking that question – so long as you understand that I'm not being harsh either when I say that it doesn't matter whether the answer is none or a dozen.
And you are absolutely correct in your assessment of what counts in the blogosphere, and she really, really does. This one is particularly beautiful.
Happy Valentine's Day, all!
Poppy seems like such a beautiful treasure. We've fallen for her rare combination of stunning writing and open heart.
We're new to the blogosphere, and all these different kinds of relationships. We just wanted to understand.
You guys sound very happy, and in the end that all that counts.
Hope you two have a great Valentine's even though you can't be together.
Warm hugs, Missy and B
Gosh.
Poppy is also English and doesn't quite know what to say now.
Thank you for the very kind words and in my own answer to your question I am not very modern and exciting. See me as more traditional with a twist (and the twist is the thing I write about here.)
I hope you are having a wonderful night – Dev and I were together as fully as we can be and i am a very happy girl.