We managed to extricate ourselves and made our way to our cars, and drove to the downtown Radisson Hotel at City Centre.
After gathering his stuff which was pretty easy since he hadn't unpacked much, we drove to my/OUR house about 35 mi north of Kalamazoo.
Arriving, we got out of the cars
and he walked over to me.
and he walked over to me.
"WOW, Dusty Jan."
"What?"
"Quite a house dear."
I blushed, he hugged me, kissed me,
and I figured they would find us years from now in the driveway, buck naked and...
"C'mon," I whispered in his ear and we did.
Got his stuff and went inside.
I loved helping him unpack.
I would go into one of his suitcases and go...YUM. Put something up to my nose
and SNIFF. Now, I already had had a lot of opportunity to do the sniff test with him and oh boy...does God/Boo smell scrumptious.
I knew his clothes would carry his scent.
I would go into one of his suitcases and go...YUM. Put something up to my nose
and SNIFF. Now, I already had had a lot of opportunity to do the sniff test with him and oh boy...does God/Boo smell scrumptious.
I knew his clothes would carry his scent.
YUP.
His pants smelled so good, his undies...oh yeh.
His pants smelled so good, his undies...oh yeh.
Then God started to laugh at me.
HARUMPH!
"WHAT?"
"WHAT?"
I flashed him one of my MOST innocent looks.
He didn't buy it of course. So I was incensed, and he started to laugh and that meant retaliation so I kissed the fuck out of him and that ALSO meant retaliation, always does and
well, that bed looked so inviting, and...
well, that bed looked so inviting, and...
YEH.
WE WAS HOME.
OFFISHULLY HOME.
Bed broke in, like 'Brokeback Mountain'
without the mountain or the silly
'OH PLEASE I AM NOT GAY...
WELL, MAYBE FOR YOU BUT...'
UH UH. If he had started that bullshit,
I would have...uh...
ummmmm.
YEH. THAT.
I'd have cured him of THAT bullshit
real quick and had fun in the process. Hee.
TOSSED HIS HUNKY BUTT OUT THE WINDOW.
(The problem with that is...from the first floor takes some of the oomph out of it. Pfui.)
(The problem with that is...from the first floor takes some of the oomph out of it. Pfui.)
We got done, sorta, with promises of
more later and trust me...
more later and trust me...
and went downstairs to start
rounding up some grub for dinner.
rounding up some grub for dinner.
I had thought about going to this
really swanky restaurant in town, but...
uh...
really swanky restaurant in town, but...
uh...
UH UH.
I want God ALL TO MAHSELFIE tonight
and that is what I got too.
and that is what I got too.
It had been a beautiful warm sunny day
in July and now it was turning into a sunset from heaven warm, star-lit sky evening.
in July and now it was turning into a sunset from heaven warm, star-lit sky evening.
COURTESY OF GOD I was convinced and told him so. He laughed softly and kissed me.
HEY. I may be onto something here.
After dinner and dishes in the dishwasher making soapy-faced gurgling sounds or was that me, trash out, and me on his lap on one of the chaise lounges on the terrace...
'LIFE IS DAMN GOD GOOD,'
I thought to myself
I thought to myself
between the lap dancing
(DAMN GOOD AT IT TOO, thanks),
the Mount Vesuvius erupting imitation on his part, and the rest of the traditional merriment one expects of the first night EVER with the dude of YOUR OH SO SOCIAL media planned for but never expected expectations/dreams.
(DAMN GOOD AT IT TOO, thanks),
the Mount Vesuvius erupting imitation on his part, and the rest of the traditional merriment one expects of the first night EVER with the dude of YOUR OH SO SOCIAL media planned for but never expected expectations/dreams.
The DUDE/MAN/HUNKUS/GOD of my dreams, desires, hopes, lusts, plotties, and all that fun stuff which I had dreamed of but never dreamed was ever gonna be possible/
or happen but wanted SO bad.
or happen but wanted SO bad.
Now, here we was.
IS.
WILL BE...and HOWDY SHIT
does this feel good.
does this feel good.
BEDTIME FOR BOZO came early, DUH...
and it was ALL I had dreamed it would be.
Earlier was the appetizer. THIS was the ENTREE, entree into the future of one aforementioned GOOFYBEAR and his God.
I had had no way of knowing of course what he would be like. Would he be sensitive, sensual, caring, loving, tender, gentle and all the things that really turn me on,
OR
wham bam, do it to it, stick it and CLICK, off to sleep leaving me to do the afterglow alone.
He was incredible.
I laughingly call him God, but trust me. That boy's loving felt like heaven to me.
I had had no way of knowing of course what he would be like. Would he be sensitive, sensual, caring, loving, tender, gentle and all the things that really turn me on,
OR
wham bam, do it to it, stick it and CLICK, off to sleep leaving me to do the afterglow alone.
He was incredible.
I laughingly call him God, but trust me. That boy's loving felt like heaven to me.
THE FORMER GOD OF THE PLANET AWESOME, AND ME...HEY!
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Somewhere between the most incredible act of 'making love' imaginable and ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ...
I had a flash of doubt.
"But will he love me in the morning."
I knew the answer but also knew
I was still a bit scared.
I was still a bit scared.
What will life be after the honeymoon.
Will he want me forever?
Will he love me that much?
Is this love for him,
or merely an AHEM,
INCREDIBLY HOT FUCK.
INCREDIBLY HOT FUCK.
(Blush).
I felt I knew, but...
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