A Long Distance Love Affair

by Mary-Ellen McLean

  Every day I'm gladder and gladder about where I am now (physically and emotionally) and I'm just so full of optimism and joy. I feel like I'm on an express train most of the time, hurtling along with such excitement and pleasure in the experience of my life as I'm living it now.

  And you - well you have been just so wonderful for me - a true Chariot helping me to get to these new places. The friendship you've shown me and your erotic interest in me have been a key crucible in where I am now. I experience such wonderful stirring of all sorts of passions because of this and because of you.

  Your happy thankful grateful one

  Chariette

  Oh Divine One

  I was listening to my Spanish boyfriend Placido today and he was singing a very beautiful song in Spanish which I didn't understand entirely of course but picked up the gist from his emphasis. It was an operatic song to a woman, imploring her (to give in to him I think) and confessing his feelings to her (I guessed) but it was in the way he sang the word 'mucho' and repeated it that really got to me. He lingered over it, something like mmmooo-cho, and I WANTED YOU SO MUCH !!! when I heard him sing that. It was full of the aching want I am full of most of the time for you. Oh if only you knew...if only you knew...

  I think you are just the loveliest creature and I can't seem to control my unbridled attraction to you. It is so strong it overwhelms me at times.

  Chariette

  Dear Chariot

  Your call tonight was a delight. You will really have to master the art of slower walking for me so that our conversations can last just a little longer. Did you know there is a 'slow walking' movement in the world? And there's a lot of sense in that.

  What I'm really enjoying about my life at the moment, is enjoying the small moments. Last night walking home the evening sky was a beautiful shade of deep silvery blue. And tonight there were kookaburras in a huge gum tree being swooped by smaller aggressive birds but they held their ground (their branch really). And all of that was a beautiful natural moment that I enjoyed.

  I was thinking the other night that, if we do ever get another chance to be together, I would like you to sing for me (after we have thoroughly enjoyed each other in other ways - and I mean thoroughly). I would love that.

  I hope the rest of the week is good for you....you make my heart sing.

  Chariette

  My Sweet Prince

  It was a lovely surprise to hear from you last night. It's always a wonderful treat whenever you call. Even though it's often a rush and we just talk a load of nonsense it's still good to connect with you. I often think during the week of serious conversations I'd like to have with you about issues that come up, but my serious side seems always to vanish as soon as I hear the divine tones of your voice and my intellect just gets swamped with hormones and becomes a useless soggy mush.

  I was very interested in your tantalizing suggestion of 'coupling' and would very much like to know more detail of all that will go into achieving this particular physical state. Needless to say I am so very keen to be coupled with you again (and again and again and again).

  Your very soggy mushy one.

  Oh My Fine, Beyond Compare Chariot!

  I could so do with you tonight. I am in a desperate desperate state of longing for you. Every fibre of me is imbued with you. Oh what to do ?? What to do....

  Oh for a glance of thy fine eyes....

  Oh for a touch of thy fine hands....

  Oh for a kiss from thy fine lips....

  Oh oh oh for everything else as well!

  From your poor desperado

  Oh My Heart's Delight

  How lovely it was talking to you last week. How I wish we could have been together. Oh you just sweep me off my feet! Yours is the voice I long to hear, yours is the face I long to see, yours the body I long to pleasure. It was just great that you were able to call me. But I went to bed (well I was in bed when you called) so I went to sleep just so full of longing to touch you and kiss you. I was very moved too by your very intimate disclosure to me and know what you're going through having been there myself for many years. What I could never understand was why someone who I loved so much was never able to believe that and devoted his time to cruelly controlling me or treating me with such emotional disdain that it just broke my heart. It made me feel for a long time that I must have been very unlovable. If it weren't for the support of my friends and my sister I don't know what would have become of me. And you've helped me too - you've brought back to me the joy of physical encounter and the indescribably wonderful wonderful pleasure of sexual connection. I can't tell you how good that has been for me. I just hope I can be of some good to you too.....

  My son has found out that his second baby on the way is also going to be a boy. I have been most helpful in suggesting names for the second Princeling..... Fyodor (after Dostoyevsky); Giacomo (after Puccini), Byron (after Byron); Vladimir (after Lenin); Chi Minh (after Ho); Magnus (after a Scottish King of the northern isles). But for some strange reason, they're not going down too well with the parents...don't know what's wrong with them really!!

  I hope you've had a lovely relaxing weekend. I'm dying for you.....my body could just devour you now.

  Your insatiable Chariette

  My Heart's Delight

  Sorry we couldn't get our act together (and other particular parts of us) on Friday night. I was so disappointed! I would much rather have spent time with you in a wordless kind of way (however briefly) than the time I did spend surrounded by talk on Friday night. Oh but your phone call went a long way in helping to recover from the disappointment. I had wonderful dreams about you.

  Oh but I do so long to see you and touch you and kiss you and stroke you and suck you and lick you and fondle you and groan with you.... I am so desirous of you in a physical way but also I long to connect with you in other ways. I adore you for the man you are as well as for your body (and all that you do with it). I love the naturalness of you and the way you think about things.

  And now of course I'm besotted with you completely and utterly. I long to share all my passions with you. Oh poor me.....poor me. How I long for you.

  Chariette

  Mon Cher..Mon Coeur..Mon très cher coeur

  I am just out of the shower at home after the gym. I think you would enjoy me just now. I am a lovely rosey hue, all warm and soft and smelling lovely. My hands are so soft and would make you feel just beautiful if they were able to tenderly stroke you. How lovely it would be just now to indulge in you...my nipples are alert at the thought and they long for your lips and tongue...as does the rest of me.

  Your calls today were lovely. It was charming that you rang to tell me you could see those similarities with me and the Scottish speaker you were listening to. It really struck me quite strongly when I was in Glasgow. I saw women everywhere with the same colour hair as me, and - (poor things!) - the same strong legs. It made me feel really good. My people come from an island off the west coast of Scotland, from a very old clan, and the highland genes are very apparent in people from there. Celts and highlanders who descended from them are very poetical, musical, sensitive, feeling, intuitive and of course aggressive too. I only have to hear three or four notes of music to place it as Celtic and their music is deeply melancholic and moving. I have had some really deep emotional experiences listening to some Celtic pieces. I love my origins and feel proud of this heritage and feel strong connections to my family because of this, both present and past. It is this past that has made me the sensuous, responsive, affectionate creature that I am.....and you certainly help in bringing this out!

  I'd so love to be responding to you just now....

  Chariette

  My Lovely One

  Oh I probably shouldn't be contacting you tonight as I'm feeling very tender towards you (must have been the wine followed by the phone call). I'll have to be on extra guard about what I say to you. I hope you've noticed how well guarded I've been to date..... The fact is that I'm always really struggli
ng with this. I love to use language and metaphor and hyperbole to help me cope with this desire to say things to you, but the real truth is that I MEAN IT ALL!!! Oh poor me poor me however will I cope with this??? You ARE the sun and the moon and the stars to me. You DO delight me to my very core. I do ENJOY you so very much. I do LONG for you all the time. I so want to bring delight and pleasure into your life. Oh I could say so very much more and it wouldn't touch the surface of what is going on inside me. But I am now willing my fingers to stop. And I will get a grip of myself.

  I'll talk about the weather (Oh FUCK I do so want you...) I've enjoyed the lovely freshness of the rain today (Oh I just adore you that is the truth).... I'm surprised at how quickly it's getting dark now (Oh your face your body your voice just thrill me)...I need to find where I put my winter clothes (Oh you have such a hold over me)....just remembered that most of them were in the suitcase that went missing in Paris...(Oh God help me cope with this complete and utter attraction I feel for you!!)

  Oh you are just the most beautiful creature to me....

  Your poor, pathetic, drunk-with-emotion-desire-and-wine,

  Chariette

  (And I only had one glass!)

  Dear Wonderful Chariot

  Well being the obedient person I am, I followed your advice last night as per text message, and, as I was full of lovely tender, yearning feelings for you, it didn't take long. All I had to do was think of your beautiful presence (or absence as was the case) and that was me away..! Oh but how lovely it would have been to have had you there to help me along (or help me prolong...) And how lovely it would have been to do the same for you.

  I was thinking today of your lovely eyes. You used to speak to me with your eyes across the room, or a table, or other people. I have such memories of your certain looks that so affected me. I confess - you hold such an attraction for me. You have me completely in thrall. I'm becoming so overcome you'll have to lock me in the attic soon.

  Your poor mad besotted Chariette

  Sweet Chariot

  Wasn't the storm just magnificent?? I hope you got home OK and that your car was not damaged. I sat out on the front verandah with a glass of champagne watching it come over. I thought for a while it was going to be one of those dry thunderstorms, where you only see the lightning happening. The air was just a delight. Then I heard the hail happening on the rooves across the road, and then rapidly it hit our house. I had to go inside and watch from the front door. It was quite spectacular. Our front area was covered in hail and it all congregated at the bottom of the street and cars couldn't go out there.

  I have been WANTING you so much today, yesterday, the day before. Very intensely. Maybe with this storm passing I'll calm down a bit. But as I am very feminine, and you are so very masculine, that together it's just complete perfection! I so love to fit together with you!

  I hope you have been having a good week. Your happiness is important to me.

  Chariette

  Oh My Adonis

  I have been so - languishing - for you! I hope you had a good trip back and you're not overly tired.

  It's been a long weekend here and I've had a lovely time meeting friends, gardening, and writing a paper that's been hanging over me like the guillotine. I was out on my back verandah doing this yesterday and the Salvation Army was visiting the old people's home out the back of my place, and their band started playing lots of lovely old hymns. It was just delightful. It reminded me of a joke I once heard about a woman who was standing listening to the Salvation Army band and who made a large donation at the end of one piece. The major said to her that she was very generous and what hymn would she like...and she said .... "Him with the big drum"!

  Needless to say you are my 'him with the big drum' and I'm just so full of longing to play you.

  Chariette

  Dear Adored One

  Two emails from you! What a treat! I'm so happy you're back - it was a very long two weeks for me. I'm looking forward to hearing about your experiences there, particularly the galleries.

  Next Sunday I'm off to Montreal and won't be back until the 8th of July. I'm getting very excited (not as excited as I get about you though...). I'm going with two other women from work so it will be great to have the company. The Jazz Festival is on at that time so I'll be able to get out to some of that with them. I'm not fond of modern jazz though but like the trad jazz style well enough.

  Needless to say I am so very desirous of you as always. Oh how very beautiful it would be to be able to touch you, and hold you and kiss you and warm you. And how exquisite it would be to have you 'feel for the intimate crevices, the vaginal fold where you will slide your gelignite..."

  From your obviously beyond frisky – Chariette

  Dear Heart

  I hope you had a good day at work and that it wasn't too traumatic being back there after your overseas junket. Things will get better for you.

  It's the winter solstice today. The sky was absolutely beautiful this evening as I was walking home. And the moon is almost full again (oh poor me, if only you knew how I suffer at this time...!) I am so glad to be wintering here in Queensland. I think I have become quite addicted to the sunlight and the lack of howling brutal wind and horizontal rain that was so frequent in Melbourne is such a relief. Your sunny disposition, your warm smile and your driving energy so fit your place of birth. You are the epitome of all that is good in Queensland.

  Speaking of Melbourne, there is an advert on TV just lately that features Flinders Street Station, then it has a shot of South Bank and you can see the wine bar I took you to (Walter's Wine Bar) in the shot! It reminds me of that wonderful wonderful day you met up with me and I took you there and you said lovely things to me (I remember everything you said) and you touched my hand for the first time and started all this.... I am so glad I abandoned caution to the wind that day (and every day since). Oh I think you are just the most beautiful thing!

  "I need you! Speak, be silent, frown or smile,

  Only be with me for a little while,

  And let your face and hands and hair be kissed,'

  And let me feel your fingers on my wrist.

  I cannot do without you. If you knew how much

  I hunger; should I hunger, for your touch?"

  From your much moon affected Chariette

  Beautiful Divine One

  Your call today was a delight. Your voice is so beautiful and you're sounding very chirpy which is good to hear. Oh I want you so much just now I don't know what to do with myself. Just as well I'm up to the eyeballs in work stuff - it helps to occupy my mind (and hands...) Oh I so wish I could connect with you in all sorts of delightful physical ways tonight. My body is calling for you...It would be especially lovely to be entwined with you in this cold weather...I am actually a lovely hot pie to be around in winter. A glimpse of your face and your beautiful smile would be such a potion to me.

  Despite the very bad planning with my ticket (7am start, 57 stop overs on the way, long waits in sterile airport lounges - next time I will ask your advice oh seasoned one) I did manage to organise my phone to be on over there. Which is just as well because I'll be there with a couple of friends from here and we'll have to organise meeting times for important things (the cafes, the galleries, the shoe stores...) and we'll be able to do this via phone. Also we're on watch for the arrival of the second beautiful baby boy. The first one came six weeks early and it's about the same time now with this pregnancy. I'm so very thrilled with this productivity. There is something profoundly meaningful about seeing your genes continued on in subsequent generations. It makes me feel just so connected to my parents and theirs in a strange kind of way, and I can truly say that I would be happy to die tomorrow knowing that I have these grandchildren to carry my ancestors forward. I didn't feel this level of deep significance with my own children (although I loved them passionately nonetheless - and still do). There's something very special about your own children having children. I feel as though my life has had s
ome purpose....

  Oh it's the moon doing this to me. I'm full of feelings for you and for life just now. I'd better stop before this turns into a novel. Wish you were my next chapter!

  Anna Tolstoy

  Oh mon cher coeur!

  I am here at last in beautiful Montreal!

  The trip over was one gruelling affair. I ended up being 5 hours in Vancouver airport because there were delays with security. By the time I finally arrived here very late on Sunday night I thought my bum had died from being sat on so much. (I've been walking a lot since I got here and I am pleased to report that it appears to be coming back to life!)