Less than vanilla

We met on an app intended for deviants, those interested in a less than vanilla experience in the bedroom at the begging of restrictions being lifted. 
She was tentative, secretive, delicate and submissive, but also eager, aroused, and beautifully insightful and intelligent.
We met having not actually seen a photo of each other, only glimpses of our lives, and I waited tentatively in a park not knowing what to expect. Unable to find each other, her reply that my clue of ‘sitting by a tree’ was useless in one of London’s most coveted parks had my laughing and besotted before I even set eyes on her.
It’s two months on, and she’s leaving to study a masters, but in that time our initial need for carnal pleasures has blossomed into a cherished, loving and soft infatuation, and we’re trying, scared, but hopeful, on making it work over a long distance.
We know the reality is this may not work, but regardless, as bad as it sounds, I’ll always remember lockdown as the time I met someone who made my heart flutter, my brain full of electrified neurons, and for the first time in years, satisfied, happy, and at home with another person.