It was 5yrs ago this week that ♀ & I met in person. To mark that happy occasion, I’m posting the following story. Though I’m not sure when this particular evening happened…

“Cum on my tits” she whispers and it pushes me over the edge. I spurt and spit and she squeezes my load onto her ample breasts. She massages it into her smooth flesh and explains that she wants to be covered by me, touched by me, marked with my scent. “When I dance with you tonight I want to smell our love,” she says.

Later, I watch her as she pours herself into the lingerie that drives me wild and I consider again how much has changed. A year ago we were both skeptical of each others body type and even though svelte still catches my eye, it’s her warm soft curves that rock me to the core.

We get dressed up and walk down to The Copper Room. It’s a big hotel dining room right out of the ’40′s with thick red carpets, low chandeliers, a huge dance floor, a house band and more cutlery on the table then we know what to do with. For a few hours we are transformed from middle class white trash into pampered, elegant socialites. We dine, dance, drink and stare into each others eyes. We touch and kiss, stay focused on each other, living in the moment.

As we’re waiting for our dessert and fancy coffees the band comes back from a break and stop at our table. The Jones Boys introduce themselves then sing a love song just for us. It’s an anniversary of sorts, we met about a year ago and I think how sweet of her to do this. At the end of the song she gets down on one knee, holds out my dads wedding band and asks me to marry her. The Jones Boys go back on stage and announce what has happened and invite us on to the floor to dance. They play “Going to the Chapel” and there is only us on the floor and after that there is still only us.

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1. [...] first novel (soon to be written) would be spent taking ♀ to Australia for a honeymoon. You see she proposed to me and has often asked if I ever would ever have got around to asking her and if I did ask her, how [...]

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2. [...] of hands, do you know what’s weird? I remember my Dad as having huge muscular hands, but when ♀ proposed to me   she used his wedding band and it wouldn’t go past my first [...]

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