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Me in Honey, (1/3) M/F romance, adult situations
Be forewarned, this is another kissy-smoochy lovey-dovey story that
involves love and lovemaking and life and emotions rather than fucking and
getting laid and being deviant and depraved. If you want some hot nasty
sex action, read something else. If you are one of those rare birds
looking for a nice quiet scenario of love and real-life, you've come to
the right place. Can't promise you'll like it, but as long as you're not
under 18, go ahead and read it, and see if it doesn't strike a chord
somewhere in your heart or soul. As always, if you like it, feel free to
write and tell me about it, but not the type of writing that is simply a
ploy to get me to sleep with you (unless you're in the Seattle area...then
we'll talk), and if you don't like it, vent your frustrations by flaming
someone else. I am really only interested in hearing good things about
myself.
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Me in Honey, Part 1
To: Michael
From: smistry@uclink2.berkeley.edu (Sonia Mistry)
Subject: Me in Honey (part 1)
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"Hi sweetie"
"Hi babe"
"Whatcha makin' for breakfast?" I ask, rubbing my eyes and arching my
back in a morning stretch.
"Waffles," you answer. You never were very talkative in the morning.
"Mmmm," I grumble, though I am very satisfied with your choice. I
stumble into the living room and plop down on the couch, absentmindedly
picking up the remote control and flipping on the television. I am
accosted by the typical Saturday morning marketing tactics, interrupted
every five minutes for a commercial break.
"Bleah," I grunt, as I switch off the tv and stumble back into the
kitchen. "I'm taking a shower," I announce, and resume my zombie-like walk
through the house to gather up some fresh clothes.
"Good," you call from the kitchen, as I roam around, "you smell awful!"
You are lucky I can sense the smirk in your voice, otherwise you'd be in
for a pounding for being so cheeky.
I shut the bathroom door behind me, checking myself before I manage to
lock the door. It's become a habit, living with 5 other people, and it's
hard to break, but I realize that if I don't break it, i'll never be
graced with surprise visits from my live-in stud. I flip on the cassette
player in the bathroom so that I may listen to some relaxing music while I
shower. Instead of the soothing sound of my usual Smashing Pumpkins, I am
assailed by loud heavy thrashing sounds which I know could only be one of
YOUR tapes. I pop it out, stomp out of the bathroom and into the kitchen,
holding the tape before your face.
"WHAT the hell is this???" I demand.
You simply smile at me, kiss me softly on the forehead and whisper that
you're sorry as you grab the tape from my hand. After a second of thought,
I apologize for being so harsh, and go to select some intermediate genre,
something I know we can both agree on. Picking out something I know you'll
approve of, I re-enter the bathroom and start the shower going as I pop in
some REM.
I undress lazily, sticking my t-shirt and underwear on the counter by
the sink and putting my clean clothes on the toilet lid. The sensation of
the warm water on my body as I step into the shower soothes me immensely,
and takes that edge off my morning attitude problem. As I stick my head
under the stream of water, I run my fingers through my hair, to get it
thoroughly wet. The hot water soothes my scalp, and further relaxes me. I
rub in the shampoo, and then soap down from my neck to my thighs, doing a
thorough job. Today I just feel like staying in the shower forever. I wash
every inch of my body, and even consider soaking in the tub, but I decide
i'd rather have a nice hot breakfast instead.
I towel off, apply some baby powder and a little lotion to the areas
which need it, and slip into my clean underwear and a robe. I shut off the
tape player, realizing I was so busy concentrating on my shower that I
forgot to even sing along to my favorite bits. As I exit the bathroom,
after brushing through my hair, I dump my dirty clothes on the bed, and
then make a bee-line for the kitchen, which smells strongly of cooking
waffles and syrup. My eyes widen as I enter the kitchen, for the table is
laden with a stack of waffles MUCH larger than both of us can eat.
"I sort of overdid it" you explain. We simply laugh and sit down to
enjoy the meal together.
"So," I say, half chewing a syrup-soaked bite of waffle, "what's on the
agenda for today?"
"Well, I need to go into town to get something at the grocery store,"
you respond, having the decency to finish chewing before you speak, "but
other than that, I hadn't thought about it. Why? Did you have something in
mind?"
"Well, YEAH," I say, with a look and tone of voice that says you must
be an idiot not to know. "I mean, today IS the first anniversary of the
first time you ever called me 'babe'. You can't HONESTLY think you can get
away with not REMEMBERING that?!!"
You look at me sheepishly, and I can see the fear and confusion in your
eyes. You know how women can be, but up until now, I hadn't seemed like
one who would dwell so strongly in details like this. You mumble and
stutter, trying to figure out what to say besides "I'm sorry", and I can
see the beads of sweat forming on your brow. I know exactly what you are
thinking: Oh god, I hope she doesn't start crying again, I hope she
doesn't get mad again. Right when it looks as if you are about to break
down and cry yourself, I break the silence with a giggle and a visible
twinkle in my eye.
"You dork, I was ONLY joking," I say, shaking my head as I get up and
give you a tender peck on the forehead on my way to the dishwasher to
stack my dishes. "Scared ya, didn't I?"
You nod, still speechless, but I know you'll get me back for this
later.
I continue,
"You should know by now that I wouldn't ever care about an
'anniversary' so trivial as that. But, I suppose you'll learn these things
as we go along. It's still a lot easier to tell when I'm joking in person,
though, don't you think? I certainly feel it is for me to tell when you're
joking. Well, anyway, I did actually have something in mind for today,
something special. I thought maybe we could relax at home and I, for once,
could pamper YOU. You already sort of ruined that by making breakfast, but
I figure I can make up for it with the rest of the day..." I look up at
you in my full "cute" state, knowing you can't resist the eyes and the
look of innocence, "whaddaya say?"
"If you think for one second that i'd say 'no' to something like that,
then you really don't know me well either," you say, wrapping your arms
around me in a solid embrace and toustling my hair a bit.
"Okay, then, do you want the hot tub first, the full body massage, or
'the works'?" I ask.
"Ahhh, lets save the best for last. I'll take them in the order you
mentioned them, but FIRST, I just want to sit down, watch silly cartoons,
and read the paper, so you can pamper me by cleaning up the kitchen."
You smirk as you saunter into the living room and plop down in your
squishy chair, while I am left with a small pile of dishes, mostly licked
clean by the dog. I decide that instead of doing the cursory job I
normally perform, even just for myself, I am going to do an extra thorough
job, and really clean up the kitchen. I figure that might take me as long
as it takes you to read the paper (approximately 2 days). I decide to opt
for the half-hour version of kitchen cleanup, realizing that there are
cartoons *I* want to watch as well. When I am finished performing my
french maid services, I walk into the living room and look at you. You are
engrossed in your paper, and every now and then, words from the tv will
grab your attention and you'll look up. You are sitting there, completely
naked, yet doing such normal things, and it dawns on me how casual we've
become with each other. I start to worry maybe we're starting to take each
other for granted, but I realize that walking around the house naked just
indicates we're comfortable with each other, and that if we have urges, we
wont have to waste time tearing off our clothing.
Following your lead, I quietly walk in the bedroom, taking off my robe
and the fresh underwear I donned after my shower. I know it will be a
while before you stir from the living room, so I lay down on the bed,
completely naked, on my stomach. I search around in the pile of reading
material laying on my side of the bed, but find nothing I truly want to
read, or even look at. I get up and walk into the next room that has your
massive book collection. Stopping by the corkboard on which you have hung
things of interest to yourself, I catch a glimpse of the picture I sent
you long ago, the only reasonably good one of myself I could find. Letting
my eyes wander, they come to rest on many pictures of loves past, your
family, you from childhood to adulthood, your many pets over the years,
some comics of special significance to you, and I start thinking again how
little time I have been in your life, and how isolated I feel from
everyone and everything in your life, even now when I have moved here to
be with you. I start wondering when that feeling of being a stranger to
your life will go away, or if it ever will. I realize that by asking me to
move into your home you have shown me that I am a very big part of your
life, and that those feelings I am missing, the feelings that I belong,
will come in time, as I become more acquainted with your friends and
family, and, in time, perhaps even your cat will like me. I smile with new
hope, and continue what I came to the room for: my search for a book.
As I scan the rows of books on your shelves, I pass over many titles
i've read before, but still more that I can't imagine you ever reading.
Nestled between two large volumes of these enigmatic books, I find an old,
well-thumbed-through magazine, which I pull out and peruse. I realize
fairly quickly that it is one of your "deviant" magazines, this one
devoted to swinging, or wife-swapping as the less couth refer to it.
Things like this are new to me, I had been fairly naive until I met you,
so I curiously thumb through it. It looks like the usual magazine format,
definitely more ads for "sensual products", and much more explicitly
sexual pictures, some articles, some letters, some ads for this or that.
It's the pictures that grab my attention, mostly because it looks like at
least half of them have been ripped from the magazine. I gaze amazedly
upon the pictures that remain, depicting situations so foreign to me that
I never dreamed how erotic they could appear. As I see more and more of
these erotically "devious" situations, I grow increasingly uncomfortable,
but also very aroused. I can feel the wetness build between my legs, and
know that any temperature reading down there would be well over 37 deg. C.
The sound of you rustling the paper in the other room snaps me out of my
daze, and I walk casually into the bedroom to more comfortably peruse my
findings.
I notice, firstly, that a good deal of the situations involve women
being pleased by 2 or 3 men at once, sometimes more. I find them
intriguing, and intensely erotic, and before I realize what i'm doing, I
have begun fantasizing about who I would want to join you and I for such
an experience. As I run through the list of men I know, I don't really
come up with anyone that I think would go for such a thing, but I figure
you, in your infinite wisdom, would know where to find such men, and I
stop worrying about it. I find myself unable to keep from thinking about
being in such a situation, however, and decide to surrender to the fantasy
and see where it takes me. Almost unconsciously, as my mind goes through
it's intricate stream of consciousness, my hand wanders down and gently
traces zigzag patterns on my outer labia. I can feel the heat emanating
from my crotch, but hardly notice it, for I am lost in my dream world. My
fondling does not increase in intensity, remaining at it's meandering pace
as I lay there with a slight smile on my face imagining the pleasure of
being attended to by 2, 3, or even more men at once. "Now THAT'S an equal
number," I think, conceitedly thinking how easy it would be for me, or any
woman, to take on so many men at once and still be ready for more.
I am brought back into reality by your voice asking, "Can I help you
with that?"
I jerk out of my trance and look up, greeted by your smirking face
leaning down to kiss my inner thigh.
"No, don't start," I protest, "if you satisfy me now I wont have the
energy or enthusiasm to give you a full pampering. If you hold out, my
impetus for doing a good, thorough job will be YOU doing a good thorough
job on me, later."
"I can't argue with that," you accede, "let the pampering begin!"
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Subject: Me in Honey (2/3) M/F Romance
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Me in Honey (2/3) M/F love, romance, etc.
I take your hand and lead you down the stairs to the special room you've
created in the basement for the hot tub. Flipping a switch on the wall, I
hear the motor of the fan start and the room is illuminated by the soft
white floodlights recessed in the ceiling. Realizing my stupidity, I slap
my hand to my forehead, exclaiming that I forgot to turn on the hot tub
before I stacked the dishwasher. We both know it will take at least half
an hour for it to heat up to an appropriate temperature, but I figure we
can spend the time doing a little heating up of our own. You smile and
tell me it's alright, prop yourself up on the side of the hot tub and
offer me a slightly dirty foot to rub. I grimace a bit, but pull up a
stool and set to work pampering your feet while we're waiting.
I grasp your foot in both hands, rubbing the top of your arch with my
thumbs and gently caressing the undersides with my fingers. I move back
and forth, gently rubbing from heel to toe and back, and then do one last
run, deeply rubbing every inch of your foot for a thorough relaxing.
Focusing my attention on your toes, I gently rub each one in turn between
the fingers and thumb of one hand, and then use a single finger to rub
between each toe. Taking the other foot, I do the same, making sure to
apply even pressure with each hand. You moan slightly as I rub deeply into
your arches, for the pleasure of a foot rub is felt not only by your feet,
but by your whole body. I have learned that on your body, as well as on
mine, the bottom of the foot is an effective and quite sensual erogenous
zone. As I finish my rubbing your toes, I grasp your ankle and start
gently grinding my thumbs into the sides of your legs in small circular
patterns, to get the tension out from your leg muscles and calves. I use
my fingers on the back of your leg to similarly massage and release
tension. I finish by pressing my thumbs into the front of your lower leg
on either side of your tibia, running them down to your ankle and back up
again. Again, I repeat this process on the other leg.
I now stand, and pull one of your hands to me. I pay close attention to
each individual finger, pulling it away from the others and working my own
fingers up and down it's length. I pay special attention to the palm of
your hand, making sure to rub deeply between each of your metacarpals,
knowing that a lot of tension can build up there. Naturally, I then move
on to your other hand, giving it a thorough rubbing, and then moving
onwards to tackle your wrist and forearm. I wrap my hands around your
forearm, kneading up and down from wrist to elbow, and then move to the
other arm to perform the same. Snapping out of your reverie, you dip your
free hand into the hot tub and pronounce it to be hot enough. Needing no
further encouragement, I climb up the small steps built on the side of the
tub, and you swing around and ease yourself down onto one of the benches.
I cry out as I dip my leg into the tub, whining that it is too hot.
Slowly I manage to get both my legs in, and then ease myself down onto the
seat next to you. I scoot up next to you and rest my head on your shoulder
as you put your arm around me, feeling the newly formed sweat on both of
our bodies co-mingling. You let out a sigh, and sink down a few inches,
pulling me with you. I pull my hair up and back and wrap it into a bun,
but you pull it out.
"You look much sexier with it down," you explain, "and since you're
supposed to be catering to my every whim today, I want you to leave it
down and let it get wet if it has to."
I am unable to argue with you, in my state of heat-induced fatigue. I
should have known that resting with you in the hot tub would drain all my
energy and make me drowsy.
"So," you say unexpectedly, making me jump, "what IS the occasion
today? Why have you decided to pamper me all day?"
I shift uncomfortably and reply, "I dunno...I just felt like doing
something nice for you, ya know, in return for letting me come live with
you."
"Oh yeah right," you say, disbelievingly. "You know it's enough that
you just moved in with me, you don't have to do nice things for me all the
time. It's not like it was any sort of *sacrifice* having you move in
here. It's what I wanted. It's what WE wanted."
I look up at you, starry-eyed as usual, and just gaze at you for a
while. You look down, as a beautiful closed-lipped smile spreads across
your face. It breaks to show your notably lovely toothed-smile as you ask
me, "What?"
"I just like looking at you. I think you're beautiful, well, I mean, as
much as you can refer to a guy as 'beautiful'. Besides, I just can't keep
from doing nice things for you. It's in my nature, and really, I love you
so much, I can't think of much I WOULDN'T do for you."
"Well, as long as you wouldn't kill me and derive sexual pleasure from
it..."
you say, with a smirk.
" No no no, you know I couldn't do that, even if you wanted me to," I
respond, seriously, "I...I just don't want to live without you, so I want
to make sure I take good care of you so you don't ever feel i'm taking you
for granted."
"Well, babe, don't worry about that, I'm content just being with you
right now, I'm not gonna go anywhere."
I snuggle up closer and place my head back down on your shoulder, as a
tear makes its way down my cheek, almost unnoticeably. But you notice.
"Whats wrong??"
"Nothing! I'm happy...you always make me so happy..." Honestly, it
escapes me why I cry, but I continue. Never have tears of joy so
overwhelmed me. You pull me close and whisper comforting thoughts in my
ear, still convinced I must be sad about something, but I am not. Tears
are my way of reveling in the loveliness of your soul. I feel your arm
grip me tighter and you lean your head down to plant a tender kiss on my
forehead. I look up and muster a teary-eyed smile, after which I quickly
return the kiss, planting my lips firmly upon yours. I feel your mouth
open against mine, and my lips follow your lead. Within a few moments, are
tongues are writhing slowly and determinedly in the passionate dance they
know so well.
I dare not break the kiss to whisper my "I love you's", I simply hope
that the passion embodied in the kiss can fully convey to you how much I
do. I feel your arms wrap even more tightly around me, pressing me deep
into your chest, so it is almost uncomfortable to kiss you, but I take no
notice, I am too engrossed in sharing my love with you this way. The
passion so encapsulates us that we are soon allowing our hands to roam
freely over each other's bodies, though the passion and tension between us
always causes us to make a beeline for each other's erogenous zones and
genitals before too long. Now I feel the need to pull away, and I do,
warning you that you cannot take advantage of me now, it is too early and
I have not given you the full-body massage. Nor can we make love here, in
the hot tub, for you have always said you did not like it, the water
created too much friction. You protest, saying it's what you want, but I
am adamant. I will not give in before I have carried out my full duty.
Before you can drag me down, I quickly climb out and grab one of the
towels hanging on a coatstand in the corner of the room, wrapping it
around myself as I run up the stairs.
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Me in Honey (3/3) M/F, romance, love, some sex
Your eyes follow me out of the room, and, as I stop at the top of the
stairs, I hear you sigh and grunt as you get up and climb out of the hot
tub. I quickly run into the bathroom, grabbing a bottle of baby oil, and
transporting it to the bedroom, where I place it on the nightstand and
ready the bed for you to lie down. I dry off as I hear your footsteps on
the stairs, and step into the bathroom to brush out my wet and tangled
hair, as I call out to you to go lie down on the bed and ask if you'd like
anything to drink.
"Well, since you asked, you can pour me a Coke."
I wrap a towel around myself again, and walk into the kitchen to get us
both some drinks. Sitting in the hot tub has left us both very warm and
ready to cool off with a good stiff soda. I carry them in to the bedroom,
placing them on some scrap of paper so that they do not warp the
nightstand. Unwrapping the towel from my body, I smile down at you, lying
prostrate on the bed, trying to cool off a bit. A smile spreads across my
face as I think of a way to cool you off, and I head to the bathroom. I
open the cupboard beneath the sink and pull out a spray bottle, which I
then take to the kitchen and rinse out and fill it with water straight
from the fridge. I return to the bedroom with it hidden behind my back and
you ask me what I'm up to as you see the devious smirk on my face. I
quickly whip out the bottle and spray you up and down with it and you
close your eyes and moan quietly that it feels good. You roll over on your
stomach and I rub your back a bit, and then spray your backside with the
water. I then place the water bottle on the floor and grab our drinks,
handing you yours as you prop yourself up on your elbows. You take many
deep gulps, finishing half your glass in one shot, and I manage to take
about a third of mine. You thank me for getting you a drink, and let a
small burp as you slump back down on your stomach, spreading your arms and
wordlessly begging for you backrub. I place my drink back down so that I
may set to work.
I crawl up on the bed on my hands and knees, and straddle the small of
your back, placing my still warm (and perpetually wet) crotch right in the
center. You gasp at the warm sensation on your cooling back, and then let
a groan of contentment, reaching back to caress my thigh and knee. I place
my hands flat on your back and lean forward, and from this point on, all
you can manage are grunts and moans. I work my way up and down your back
this way, placing my hands down and leaning my weight onto them, and you
enjoy it. I then start a more intricate rubbing, starting at your neck and
shoulders and using my fingers, which I have lubricated with baby oil, to
loosen and manipulate your muscles more. I find it easier to work on the
lower bits of your back, because it allows me to sit back and place some
weight on your tailbone, stretching it out to relieve some back tension. I
rub my fingers in deeply on either side of your spine, working between
your shoulder blades and on down to the very small of your back, right in
front of where I am sitting. I rub you every which way, but always keeping
the rubs symmetrical so you get an equal workout on each side.
I knead you and rub you in this position for about 20 minutes, trying
to not get into a rut, but also noticing my hands are starting to tire. I
dismount you, and move off to the side, so that I may work your upper back
before my hands begin cramping. You are unable to move, just as much
because you are engrossed by the pleasure as because I am pretty much
pinning you down. I make sure to work your shoulder muscles especially
well, because I know how sore you get the morning after a wild night of
lovemaking, and I want your muscles to be loosened up a bit beforehand. I
am suddenly struck by the thought of a position that will allow me better
access to your upper back. I move around in front of you on the bed, so
that I sit with my legs straddling your head, and grab your shoulders with
my hands. You immediately set to work trying to get at my pussy, which is
staring you in the face, but out of your reach.
"Uh-uh, it's not time for that yet," I smirk.
You whine a bit, and still struggle to get your head in closer, but
cannot move. About a minute after you give up and flop your head back down
on the bed, I scoot forward, lift your head up and place it in my lap, and
I reach around to place a pillow behind my back. You immediately set to
work on my clitoris, even before I have finished propping myself up
comfortably, and I moan and flop back onto the pillows. Having full use of
your entire body, you scoot forward and get up on your knees to give
yourself a better angle.
After a while you get up off the bed, grabbing my legs and pulling me
with you so that my gaping pussy is right at the edge. You place a pillow
on the floor and kneel down, immediately pushing my knees apart and
lowering your head into my wet and waiting crotch. You devour me with your
usual excellence, which comes from practice so that you know exactly what
to do to me, and what I will do in response. After teasing my clitoris for
a few minutes by gently circling my tongue around it and over my lips and
around my cunt, you stick the tip of your tongue directly on it and lick
furiously. As you do this, you reach up and place your two largest fingers
deeply and suddenly into my cunt, thrusting in and out with them. I allow
these waves of pleasure to wash over me for a bit, causing me to jerk and
thrash slightly, before I start to take charge of what happens to me, and
start bucking beneath you. Time and time again, I have found that this
motion brings your flicking tongue back and forth across my grinding
pussy, bringing me quickly and shudderingly to orgasm. However, the
stimulation necessary for this orgasm involves my bucking and holding your
head very firmly against my grinding pussy, which also keeps you from
breathing very efficiently, so I always wait until I am absolutely certain
it's going to happen, so as not to suffocate my dearest love.
In this particular session, you hold me down, preventing my bucking. It
seems you have something else in mind for today, and I am eager to find
out what. Knowing that it is your day, and that you are in charge, I allow
you to do whatever you are thinking. Normally I would be more insistent.
Surprisingly, I find myself enjoying this almost as much, as you have
learned at this point how to effectively make me quiver and quake beneath
your luscious tongue. As my moaning starts to increase in pitch, you pull
away, and stand up, looking down at me with the biggest, most throbbing
hard-on I've ever seen on you. Thinking you are going to take me then and
there, I raise my legs and spread them even farther.
"No way babe, turn over," you say.
My eyes light up as I realize you are going to give me my favorite:
doggie style! I raise my rear up in the air, offering it to you for your
pleasure. You maneuver around behind me, trying to find a position in
which you can comfortably penetrate me, but being significantly taller
than me, this is difficult. You stop probing and look around the room,
seeing if there is anything that will allow this much-needed love-making
to occur. You leave the room and walk to each room in succession, until
you reach the kitchen.
"C'mere, babe!" you call.
I walk to the kitchen and find you clearing off the kitchen table,
fully naked, with the curtains open. I go to close them, but you stop me,
and tell me to leave them open, and that anyone who is nosy enough to look
will get a sight worth seeing. I do as you say, a little warily, but it is
your decision to make. I still feel as though it is your house, that I am
a guest, so I cannot protest. You place everything from the table on the
counter, and pull out a chair so that I can more easily climb up onto it.
I am now too high for you, on my hands and knees, so you carefully pull my
knees out so that my legs are flopping over the end of the table. Just
right. Pulling my rear up a bit off the table, you probe around with your
cock. As you find the correct hole, you plunge it deep inside me, and both
of us grunt with the sudden pleasure. You grab my hips as you thrust
continuously into me, but I know this wonderful feeling will not last
long. I have never been able to give you a "fruitful" blowjob and then
swallow your cum, so I have never had the "problem" of having it take a
long time for you to cum. But sex with you is mind-blowing, because of the
added factor of love, and I am far from complaintive. I soon feel you
thrust deep and hard inside me, and hear the gasp that escapes as your
orgasm overcomes you. You resume thrusting and suddenly gasp again.
"What happened?!" I ask, concerned.
"Ugh....WOW....boy...*pant* ...you just gave me one of those
'double-whammy' orgasms," you explain, "those are real rare for me."
I smile, feeling as though i've broken some great human boundary. These
simple pleasures always make me ecstatic when i'm with you. You pull out,
your limp penis leaving my cunt dripping, and taking a thick layer of our
co-mingled cum with it. You collapse down on to a chair and breathe
heavily, still awash in the whammy of your orgasm. I turn around and slide
down off the table, moving around behind you and embracing you from
behind, kissing your head.
"I'm glad I gave you a double-whammy," I say, starry-eyed, "I love you so
much."
"Me too," you gasp, still having trouble with words. I decide this isn't
the best time to let you in on the little secret i've been holding for the
end of the day. I retrieve our drinks from the other room and refill
yours, handing it to you so that you can catch your breath and cool down.
After you calm down for a bit and I get my fill of looking at you and
caressing you and telling you I love you, I sit down as well with a
somewhat concerned look on my face.
"Sweetie, you know how before, when you asked me what was wrong or what I
was doing all this for? Well, I sorta lied when I said nothing. I mean,
nothing really big, well, yeah, it IS really big, but it's not bad, you
know?"
"Huh?"
"Um, well, see, there's just something I wanted to tell you, and it's a
surprise, and it's a GOOD surprise, at least I think you'll think it's a
good surprise, but i'm not sure, but I know it's something you've wanted,
and...well, today is when i'm going to give it to you. Well, sort of. I
mean. Okay, wait, let me shut up for a second and figure out how to say
this so it makes sense."
"Okay," you say, looking at me dubiously.
I stop and take a few deep breaths, and a long drink of diet Coke, and you
chuckle at how cute I look.
"Sweetie, there's something i've been wanting to tell you all week, but I
decided to wait until the weekend to make it a surprise and to spend all
day working you up to it so that when I told you at the end of the day
you'd be in a good mood and relaxed and it wouldn't shock you or
anything."
"Okay"
"Well, I still feel really new here, in your life and in your home, but at
the same time, I feel like i've known you forever, and I really love you
and being a part of your life, and I hope i'm a permanent one. I think
what I have to tell you will sort of change our relationship a bit, but,
well, I think we've got a firm enough basis here to handle it. Michael, I
wasn't totally sure about this until last week, but I went to the doctor
and my suspicions were confirmed...I'm pregnant. I'm carrying your baby.
And I love you."
"Oh...my...WOW....you're....you've...." you flounder, not knowing what to
say. I get up and kiss you as deeply as I know how just to relieve you of
feeling you have to say anything. I can tell by your kiss that this little
surprise has gotten a very welcome greeting from you, and that makes me
kiss you harder and longer. A tear slowly meanders down my cheek. It is
not mine....it came from your eye. Our arms wrap around each other, and I
feel you pull away, knowing that it is because you do not want me to see
you cry. You told me once you'd never cried tears of joy, but now it is
too late, I know you have. I pull you tightly to me, and feel you pull
your head back to whisper "Oh God, I love you" over and over to me as we
hold each other tightly, rocking back and forth, losing ourselves
completely in the joy of the moment. We know now that our lives and our
love will never be the same, it will only be better...
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