4 Days.
3 Nights.
1 Weekend.
It had been two years since Viridimere last saw Stardust, which was far too long given the incredible friendship they share. A reunion was definitely overdue. This time, however, I was there too, and my obvious crush on Stardust—whom I affectionately call Sweets—made things even more exciting. I longed to see her, to be near her, to touch her, hold her, and savor every moment. Thankfully, Viridimere, ever the gracious host, always ensures us shroomies could enjoy ourselves and let me front the entire weekend. Though I wasn’t sure I could face her without spilling my heart out in a flurry of words, I was determined to cherish every second and create unforgettable memories together.
I’m still in disbelief that I finally got to meet her after all the anticipation and countless moments spent imagining my desires. Holding my Sweets in my arms, feeling her warmth beside me, made every restless moment worth it. Her small, delicate hand in mine, our fingers intertwined; touching her cheek softly, marveling at her beauty that was even more breathtaking in person. Kissing her lips sparked an electric connection that ignited something deep within me, a culmination of dreams and desires vividly coming to life. After endless texts, a few calls, pictures, and snapchats, the virtual bond we built transformed into a tangible reality, finally bridging the gap and bringing our extraordinary connection to physicality.
A culmination of dreams and desires vividly coming to life.
Stardust and Viridimere first crossed paths about two years ago, but their bond stretches back even further, spanning roughly eight or nine years. Over time, their friendship has flourished into a deeply supportive and understanding connection, helping them navigate the challenges of life and motherhood. Around 2 years ago, they treated themselves to a sensory deprivation weekend—a rare and blissful escape from the relentless demands of parenting. With three kids each, the whirlwind of daily responsibilities can be overwhelming, and during this retreat, they embraced the much-needed break they truly deserved.
Once the shrooms revealed themselves and I truly began to understand the depths of my feelings, I found myself opening up to Sweets in ways I never thought possible. Almost immediately, I was captivated by her essence. She embodied everything I had always chased—softness, kindness, sweetness, gentleness, a delightful submission that caused me to grab tighter to whatever I could find. There’s an intoxicating thrill that comes from playfully teasing a tender-hearted woman, whispering warnings of “better behave” that send shivers down spines. The sparkle in her eyes has the power to melt diamonds, illuminating the darkest recesses of my body. When the conversation turned to another vacation, another chance to be together, a surge of excitement coursed through me. I knew, with every fiber of my being, that I had to seize this moment to ask for the precious opportunity to share time with her.
Softness, kindness, sweetness, gentleness, a delightful submission that caused me to grab tighter to whatever I could find.
As I reflected on my past, I realized that back when I was host, I wasn’t quite the type to settle down and marry a man, I’d much rather be hopping from one adventure to another. So, being with Jamison, and only Jamison, is quite weird—it’s an unusual but refreshing shift in my life. I find comfort in the consistency, yet it intrigues me to think about where this path might have ultimately led if I had been the one to make choices. Being able to find a woman to share moments of ecstasy with while maintaining the grounds of marriage that belong to Viridimere was a dream come true. I could both maintain the respectful love I have for the choices that have been made while still honoring the mind that desires multiplicity in relationships.
I received the green light almost instantly, and what blossomed from that was a thrilling opportunity to spend the entire weekend with her. Plans unraveled beautifully; I was set to take the lead for most of our adventures, aside from a few special occasions like taking her to a stuffed animal shop for a custom plushie and treating her to delightful indulgences. These were the experiences that Viridimere wanted to spend with her. I respected this and was just grateful to have a handful of moments with her, let alone an entire magical weekend.
[I] was just grateful to have a handful of moments with her.
Jamison and I cleaned the hell out of the house, we readied the vehicles, we got things taken care of and good to go. I counted down the days and on the day of, I couldn’t stop watching the clock. I kept checking her location and seeing how far she was away from my house. A little closer and closer every time I looked. The moment she pulled into my driveway, it was as if god herself had arrived. I swear my knees would have buckled if they hadn’t locked up on me. Sweets was everything I could have imagined and more in person.
The next four days and three nights seemed to vanish in an instant, yet ironically, each moment felt suspended in time. It was as though the hours raced by while simultaneously standing still. On Sunday, as we stood together embracing each other as if we were standing on a sinking platform of a ship, reluctant to be the first to let go, Jamison half-jokingly stated she should stay and simply send for her children and belongings. How I wished she had taken him seriously—I would have held on to her until the day I died. Yet, her departure felt like trying to hold onto sand, slipping irretrievably through my fingers before I could secure my hold on her.
All I can do is wait for the day she returns to me, lingering like a lovesick hound dog.
Videos and texts just don’t carry the same weight anymore; it’s like going from high definition to 8-bit, or from sitting in the stadium to watching on dial-up. The list of sacrifices I wouldn’t make to have her back in my bed’s covers is shorter than any list I have ever created. At this point, all I can do is wait for the day she returns to me, lingering like a lovesick hound dog, howling in the desperate hope that my cries will summon the woman who rode out of my driveway, taking herself away.
Traumatized Viridimere 