A Rock Feels No Pain

In despero , obscurum ; In Diligo , Lux lucis. (In despair, darkness; In Love, Light). -Me


I’ve been accused, a few times, of not being quite-so-rock-like, as I used to be; nor even, by one or two people, a rock atall, atall.

Well. Um.

Yeah, me. Sometimes, I’ve been known to, just a little bit, now and then perhaps- well, maybe a teeensy bit- I well, um… sometimes, people get the strange idea that I might get a little sappy, once in a very great while.

Yes, I know what you’re thinking, you’re saying to yourself now, “Not Dave, not the ROCK, the one that has no feelings, that feels no pain, is an Island, not THAT one, not sappy!”

I, of course, agree with you, don’t agree with those others in the slightest; I am a rock, solid and unemotional and uncaring and cold and all of those other traits you’ve grown to know and love. They’re merely spreading vicious rumors around, right? Right!

Now, keeping that in mind, the conversation I had this weekend, probably was just a dream, or something. Yeah, that’s it, a dream!

I didn’t tell a very special someone about how I love the deep, deep strong connection that we share. I didn’t mention to her, that I could feel her, across the miles, across the hours; I naturally never said anything at all, about how magical and wonderful that feels, and certainly I never ever said anything about it making me feel all warm-melty inside; no, not ME, I never said such things. Ahem. Of course not. Never.

I never mentioned that even when separated, we’re still joined in amazing ways, that just hearing her, seeing her, sends a thrill through me, nope.

And, of course, I certainly never said anything about magic- I wouldn’t do that, nohow. I never said magical connections, or indicated that I knew anything about that kind of magic.

Did I? I DID? Me?

Well… mebbe. Mebbe, once in a while, even a rock gets to feel some magic, gets to recognize a connection that is more real than can be explained in logical words.

Yeah. Me. So… sue me, lol- take away my man-card, impeach me as president of the un-emotionals… Yeah, I did say it- and feel it- and continue to feel it-

I celebrate it, in laughter and sillyness, in wonder and joy, and tears and hugs and special times shared. Surprises given, dark eyes sparkling, joint insights, long intimate talking-time, sharing and learning and growing even closer, even when we think we’re as close as can be, there is more. More to know, more to explore, more to want.

So, here’s a different kind of song; not a song of “Hello Darkness”… but one that came to my mind, as I was remembering that conversation; one that, maybe our friend  Madeliene herself would know, and understand? Maybe? I think so- and maybe there’s a few others out there, too, that will get  this:

Give a listen… let yourself go a little bit, drift along and dream; yeah, I know, sappy and silly and so what? Even a rock can appreciate a little softness, once in a while.

Why are there so many songs about rainbows and what’s on the other side?
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions, and rainbows have nothing to hide.
So we’ve been told and some choose to believe it.
I know they’re wrong wait and see.

Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection.
The lovers, the dreamers and me.
Who said that wishes would be heard and answered when wished on the morningstar?

Someone thought of that and someone believed it.
Look what it’s done so far.
What’s so amazing that keeps us stargazing and what do we think we might see?

Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection.
The lovers, the dreamers and me.
All of us under its spell.
We know that it’s probably magic.
Have you been half asleep and have you heard voices?
I’ve heard them calling my name.

Is this the sweet sound that calls the young sailors.
The voice might be one and the same.

I’ve heard it too many times to ignore it.
It’s something that I’m supposed to be.

Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection, the lovers, the dreamers and me.
Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection, the lovers, the dreamers and me.


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“I have something to share with you,” she said. “I gave him a little flash last night.”

Hot, hot, hot.

She told me that she was chatting with a friend, one of the guys she’d been flirting with, and it got hot; he had a cam, she had a cam, and they talked one another into using them. She described for me her feelings, what was exciting and arousing, what was silly and fun. At the same time, I had her touching herself, telling me exactly what she was doing and directing her fingers and hands, while I was listening to her voice and breathing and little, oh so soft, moans and sometimes a gasp.

She showed me, via camera, what she had shown him, her gorgeous nipples and breasts- when she gets excited and they get dark and swollen and crinkly on the areola, it’s such an exciting thing to see. I showed her what hearing about and seeing her did to me, how much she excites me and how I long for her to be home with me, in our bed, in my arms.

We ended up on the phone for a long time, both while we were on the computers, and as she lay there in the double bed on the porch. I told her where I wanted her fingers, on her clit, in her warmth, pressing and rubbing until she couldn’t hold back, had to let go, had to let the climax arrive and the wave of sensations wash over her.

I love hearing her, seeing her and tasting her and feeling her when she comes, it’s more exciting to me than anything I’ve encountered. We shared fantasies, talking about positions, about anonymous blow-jobs, about giving and receiving them; we looked at a few pictures together, she at the magical island, me here, 1197 miles separating us, yet somehow we were side by side, feeling one another and hearing ourselves.

Sharing and exploring our sexuality together, particularly in the last six months or so, has been such an amazing adventure, such an incredible journey together. I’m so glad, so extremely glad, that we’ve worked beyond some of our own restraints, that however slowly, we’re learning to share with one another what we find exciting. There is so much that we didn’t do, didn’t talk about, took for granted, for so long. Even prior to the last few years when communication between us was at it’s worst, she had troubles telling me what she wanted, dreamed about, how she felt. Always a holding back, except on very rare occasions. Now, I revel in her revelations, the knowledge of what she likes and what excites her is, in itself, exciting.

Both of us have worried, sometimes, that what we find exciting together is perverted, or weird, or abnormal- but, we’ve come to accept, most of the time, that what is working for us is for us, and that it’s okay to let any/everyone else think it odd, we don’t need to care. No, we can enjoy who we are, and what we have together, and, now that we’re learning to talk again, we can even discuss it when we choose to.

This, is a good thing indeed.

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