It is so humid here. Everything is a little bit sticky… all the time. When I get out of the shower there is no moment of being fully dry before the atmosphere itself makes me damp again. This means I can never not feel sweaty, even when I’m not. It’s actually physically impossible, I think. I hate it with a passion I have never felt for any other weather ever before.
Other than that, and missing you, I’m having a great time. Well, the humidity has caused some other problems. The first day I was here, my laptop shut down after about ten minutes of use because its interior moisture sensor detected harmful levels of water under the keyboard. That’s how wet it is here. The sky itself is wet.
Class has been challenging so far. The language barrier is enough, but what I do know of the language is near impossible for them to understand with my accent, so the few who speak English have taken on the role of defacto translators. Even that is a minefield though, with the dialectical differences in the English that we speak. I feel like such a tourist, even though I’m relatively far from it. There have been moments that I have really regretted taking this job on a couple of days, but it is actually great, and I know that.
So far I really haven’t made any friends, but I’ve been asked out already. By a student though, which, yuck. What is it about me that screams slutty professor? Other than the facts that I’m slutty and a professor, obviously. You know what I mean, I’m sure.
I miss you so much already, but I’m so busy that it’s hard to have time to think about it. It wouldn’t have taken me so long to sit down and write this if I weren’t. Everything about this is hard. My job is hard, experiencing a new culture and not constantly putting my foot in my mouth is hard, and being this far from you is hard. Knowing we are all far from each other is hard. I worry about you.
I miss everything… Seeing you when I wake up, and again at the end of my day. I miss hearing about yours, and knowing I will have the same tomorrow – or most of you, at any rate. I miss the way you smell, and the way you taste. I miss your hands and tongues all over me. I haven’t been able to cum since I got here. Letting my mind wander to images of us made me so wet in class today. It was hard to conceal how turned on I was, but I didn’t really have an option.
At the end of the day – every day – I miss you. I miss you all the time, but most of all when it’s time to sleep. Lying in bed without you is miserable. You know how I get when I’m even on the outside of the bed instead of between two of your beautiful bodies, but here I’m alone, and it fucking sucks.
I’m going to try and get off again tonight. All bets are off now. Tonight I break out the wand. I only wish it was fun to flog myself, but that’s got some weird connotations that really don’t turn me on. I’m still incredibly horny though, despite having gotten distracted thinking about that for a while. I need to feel you. If I cum tonight I’m going to soak the bed.
Thinking of you. I miss your voices. Call me soon.
