A long journey home

Where this story begins. Well a long time ago actually. I was into the lifestyle, I was also in the military. I had a sub, had a life, then 9/11 happened, 6 months later I was headed to the middle east, my sub long gone since she had no desire to wait. Fast forward 17 years, 4 more deployments, and a broken vanilla marriage, I decided to come back to the lifestyle. Where do I start? The yahoo chat rooms were gone(They were filled with fakes anyways). Anyone I knew in the lifestyle was either gone or retired, or retreated into the vanilla world. I came back because I was missing something. Couldn't put my finger on it, but the Vanilla lifestyle wasn't cutting it. I started reading, looking, I found a couple of places online. They seemed a bit cliquish, and bit uninviting to outsiders. Seems counter-intuitive to be stand offish in a society that is so judged by the outside world, but I kept looking. So I found this site, thecage. Seemed promising. I did what I always did, started introducing myself to others. I started making friends, talking to them, thinking that there are great people on this site. You popped up on my screen. I messaged you. Asked a couple of questions.You were very responsive. I immediately knew we were on the same page. I wanted to take my time, get to know you. We really did hit it off. So we talked, all day, imagine my surprise when you said you wanted to meet me. I informed you that I had to teach the next day, but after that, would be willing to meet that weekend(was I fucking insane?). You felt the same way, about meeting and the insane factor. Fuck it, I played by the rules for a long ass time, I was gonna do it. So I left right after class, anxious. We both texted about the insanity, the excitement, and probably both wondering if we were actually going to go through with it, or if one of us was going to back out at the last minute, during that long drive. I made it to the motel, had time to shower. I had some time on my hands, so the tension was building. You finally made it. I watched you walk from the parking lot and come through the doors. God I looked at you and I saw an absolutely gorgeous woman. You won't ever admit it, but you were. We met, and I walked with you to the elevator. I offered you an out(because I didn't want you to feel obligated to go through with it if you were uncomfortable). You remained, in the elevator wondering what was going through my head. I didn't say much, and loved the fact that it made you squirm. We got to the floor, I walked you to the room, as I opened the door, I whispered "Last chance". You walked in. We stood there awkwardly for a few. I didn't want to break the silence, I just touched your cheek, you looked down, and I gave you a soft kiss. Incredible! It was immediate for me, you later confessed it was immediate for you(You said you thought about running because you knew you were in trouble with that kiss). Those 24 hours we had together were phenominal. You won't admit it, but I will tell anyone who listens, I got lucky, and you really are perfect. I had no problems being with you in that motel room the next 24 hours. God, holding you in my arms never felt so right. It was that moment that I realized what I had be missing. The way you looked up at me, after we had a session. The way your eyes looked up from my chest while I ran my fingers through your hair. It was that feeling. It was a feeling that nobody else could give me but you. You gave me something I had lacked for so long, I had forgotten what it felt like. We bonded, and will forever be bound. You will always be my world. I will do my best to protect you, even from yourself and the doubts you harbor. I will forever hold you near and dear to my soul, for the darkness that was there is now filled by your light. You are, and will always be my Princess.