Thursday
Picture 2
MCGT's Choice: Both
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She was unlike anyone I’d ever met. Standing almost six feet tall, she had an uncompromising quirky taste in fashion and acted like she didn’t care if you thought she looked pretty or not.
Of course to me, she was perfection all wrapped up in window dressing she didn’t need. It never mattered what she wore on the outside, because if you knew who she was on the inside, you’d never again care what she was wearing.
Her heart beat, just like every other person, yet it felt like it wasn’t for her own benefit, but yours. When she smiled at you, big and bright, you never wanted to be without it again. She had a way of eclipsing everything that was around her. Like the sun, she was the center of my universe and I felt lucky that she was all mine. She’d filled my heart with a love so pure and enchanting, I never wanted to live without her again. My life before her was a dim foggy memory that I barely could pull from the depths of my consciousness.
I could only gaze at her perfect face, barely illuminated in the darkened room, and know I would happily wake up beside her for as long as she’d let me.
“Why are you staring at me?” she mumbled, her raspy voice sounded like home even heavily laced with sleep.
“Can’t I appreciate the beauty of my fiancee no matter the time?” I teased, rolling her into my chest so I could kiss her plump bee-stung lips.
Rubbing her leg across my erection she murmured, “You’re utterly insatiable.”
“When it comes to you, I admit that’s true.”
I felt her smile against my lips, while she shook her head in mock disgust. “Well, the feeling is usually pretty mutual, except, I do like to sleep, so if you have any intention of doing something with that big dick of yours you’d better hurry up.”
I didn’t need any further encouragement, and pulled her fully on top of me, sliding my erection into her with a measured slowness, enjoying the feel of her body accepting all I had to offer.
After making love we lay in our large bed, basking in the humid evening and the moonlight streaming in through the gap in the curtains. The light danced across her delicate curves, accentuating them in shadow as my fingertips trailed across her heated skin.
“I’m not sure why you love me, but I’m glad you do,” I heard her whisper just as I was about to drift off.
“I’m not sure either, but I unequivocally do, forever and ever,” I replied, kissing the top of her head that was laying across my chest.
“Glad the feeling is mutual,” she joked sleepily, but I knew deep beneath her funky tough exterior was a fragile woman looking for acceptance that I would willingly give her for the rest of my life.
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