Remembering My Muscle Santa

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Not really knowing what to do with myself on this special night, I
decided to light the fireplace up and drink some hot cocoa. Superman was
yet gone on a rather lengthy job, and he told me sometimes his missions
would lead him into circumstances where he might be unable to contact me
on a regular basis.
I trust him on all accounts when he tells me these things. I know he
has important things which must be done and accomplished. I am not that
blind to his purpose on this planet. I'm just lucky enough to be the one
he chose as his gay lover at home, and depends on me for the
understanding he requires to carry on his duties, and be the lover he
wants me to be whenever he does get home. . .to relax. But it's not easy
because I worry, and am concerned about him practically all the time. I
know he must conquer certain terrors of the universe, and to have a
nagging boyfriend at home isn't much help.
So I grin and bear it. It's not easy being the Man Of Steel's chosen
one. Some are incredibly envious to be certain, but could they handle the
stress and commitment it takes to have a national, if not worldwide,
superhero as a lover? Maybe. . but could they really?
Xmas Eve is especially difficult. For one thing, this isn't the
first time I had to spend it alone. Most of my friends have other
parties, and even families to go to. I don't think I would be much fun in
the worrisome state that I'm in. So I stay home. . .alone. Alone in my
favorite chair with the tv off because I dont want to hear any bad news
that may startle me. I'd rather hear someone knocking on the door, or
receive an alarming phone call. So, I sit and wait patiently by the fire.
. .and remember those fond memories with my honey.
MY SUPERMAN.
Sure I visit my mom, but I do it quickly just to give my regards.
Superman, however, is my life, and without him, I'm afraid of becoming a
destitute. Like Lois once said when they were once seeing each other,
"Once a girl dates Superman. . all the other guys just seem to leave you
a little flat." Of course, from Superman's angle Lois will always be the
best of friends. Many people fall in love with Superman on a daily basis,
but that doesn't mean he's going to buy everyone flowers!
One thing about Superman is he is true blue, just like the color of
his skintights. He is the most no nonsense individual I have ever known,
even when he is in a joking mood, he makes sure not to hurt someone's
feelings. I can vouch for that! Whenever he throws a casual joke my way,
I can tell he examines me to see if I wince or start to cry. I know he's
right with an apologetic compliment up his sleeve if ever he needs it.
It's funny, right when he seems determined to give me some kind of rip,
he's ready with his strong arms to surround me and land a smoochy kiss to
perk me right up. I think he kids just so he can be apologetic and lovey
dovey sometimes. But I don't mind, no not at all. It's gotten to the
point my heart begins to flutter when I hear him begin to tease me.
Honestly, Superman is the world's greatest lover. How can a big
hulking muscle macho man be so gentle and considerate? GOD, did Lois have
some great one liners. "Are there any more like you at home?" she asked
Clark Kent. Wouldn't it be nice for all, but then Superman wouldn't be
one of a kind. That is why I'm on the edge of mental cliff whenever he is
away for a long period of time. The what ifs are. . .so irritating.
I've never had it this good. I've never had a man who wanted to care
and love me the way he does. I can't even imagine not having that kind of
protection. At night, when he is home and holds me in his arms in bed, I
know nothing could possibly ever happen to me. There aren't too many men
in this world with that kind of build up. Most are ready to shovel you
out the moment they. . .wham, bam, thank-you man!
. . . And I am so tired now, I can hardly stay awake. The fire is
crackling steadily, and my hot cocoa is half gone. I'm ready to curl up
in my chair with a nice warm comforter, and think of Superman's BIG
MUSCLES! He is so hot without his costume, because he is so butch. He's
all the man I will ever need. . .want, or care for. From a lover's point
of view, of course. I'm just a reclusive queen, with yet another fetish
for hardcore musclemen. CONVENIENT, to say the least.If only he knew just
how many times I try to keep my jaw from dropping. Having his big huge
monster arms around me at night is all the comforter I'll need in this
one queens lifetime. And the man himself. THE MAN himself! That
tremendous huge THING that bounces around up upon me every now and then.
Mesmerizing.
He is a sculpture yet to be sculptured by any living mortal on this
planet, and not even justified by any drawing, or work of art. His
handsome smile could magnetise the most reluctant adversary. If only they
knew how he looked before they made him angry or upset. His heavy curls
just fall into place, and my fingers just glide up and around them as if
it were meant to be.
Just as I was thinking this, I begin to fall asleep and the room
becomes dim. In the back of my mind I hear jingle bells. Not the song,
but the actual sound of ringing bells jingling. My eyes, however are
solid shut, and I can even hear myself snoring. I must be half asleep,
when the fire pops, and I open my eyes a little to see a big man standing
by my side.
It's a big shadow, and I know it's Superman, but he's undressed and
wearing dark brown pants tucked in some boots held by two suspenders,
with a Santa's cap perched on top of his head. He's got a huge redish bag
in one hand, and I look up to him standing there next to the smoldering
fireplace. The next thing I know he's bent forward to give me a caressing
smooch on my neck, as he says to me, "Merry Christmas. . .love." I turn
to him, and hold him tightly with both arms. Folding my pajama arms
around his big thick muscular neck and back. He almost becomes stunned by
surprise as he lets out a yelp. "There now," he says to me. "Superman
wouldn't leave a cute find like you all alone on Christmas Eve." He puts
his strong hand under my chin and says, "Now hows about a kiss, hmm?
Gotta kiss for Santa?" I made it slow and painless, cause I wanted it to
last forever. I dont know what cologne he was wearing, but it smelled
fantastic.
"Welcome home Santa Claus," I said. He snuggled more so back to my
neck, and said in a whisper, "I think we both got what we wanted for
Christmas, already."
I couldn't agree more.
Robert
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