SUDDENLY...
he brought up both hands and cupped my chin.
HE was SO close.
And then he almost lunged. Almost as if he
had been holding back and now had all this
pent-up energy,
pent-up energy,
and...
HE KISSED ME.
I MEAN...
He kissed me.
HARD
He kissed me.
HARD
LONG SLOW DEEP
THAT KIND OF KISSED ME
HE TICKLED MY TONSILS AND KEPT ON GOING
and OH MY GOD it felt good.
He had turned to be able to face me more directly
so now I was a perfect target.
KISSED ME. MY GOD. Boy definitely got a tongue.
Who knew God loves to French kiss?
MEEEEEEE!
Who knew God loves to French kiss?
MEEEEEEE!
If he was a frog, he could zap flies on the other side of the PAWND kind of tongue...and NEVER had I experienced anything as hot or as sensual or as loving or as HOT DAMN
as this.
as this.
Then bam. I felt his hands and arms moving rapidly around me...pulling me into him.
DAMN...turn one of these Arabs on and WHOO.
Lol. But I knew this was not about ethnicity.
This was about LOVE.
This was about LOVE.
Every move, every touch, every surge of his tongue said...
THIS IS WHAT LOVE IS ALL ABOUT, and
THIS IS WHAT LOVE IS ALL ABOUT, and
YOU are MINE.
Somewhere during the search for the meaning of life...
Robin the Royally jealous had returned with our coffee.
Neither of us noticed. LOL.
I think years passed, but perhaps not.
Prolly minutes.
Then he very slowly, very slowly, began to move
just slightly back. We sat. Eyes closed. WOW!
Wow was my first thought after several minutes of after-glow where my eyelids refused to lift...and my heart wouldn't stop pounding, and my lungs were screaming for 911,
Then he very slowly, very slowly, began to move
just slightly back. We sat. Eyes closed. WOW!
Wow was my first thought after several minutes of after-glow where my eyelids refused to lift...and my heart wouldn't stop pounding, and my lungs were screaming for 911,
and my toes kept curling and uncurling and...
I did EVENTUALLY open my eyes. GOD, or Boo...
WOW. Yeh...WOW.
He to his credit LOOKED like I FELT.
We just sat.
Stunned.
Breathless.
Happy.
Yeh, HAPPY.
HAPPY LIKE BEING LEFT IN THE BANK WITH THE VAULT OPEN, kind of happy. Being 8 years old and given
the keys to the Ice Cream Shoppe...happy.
the keys to the Ice Cream Shoppe...happy.
POWERBALL WINNER HAPPY.
We just sat holding hands, holding each other.
My head moved onto his chest...and we just sat.
Happy as 2 pigs in slop.
If that silly shit server had yelled FIRE, I would have gone..
BRING IT ON...GOD IS HOTTER.
"You? You Dusty Jan. YOU ARE MINE, you know that."
Yeh, I did know that...and I thought...
with an evil laugh/grin lurking..
YOU are SO MINE.
"You are staying where," I whispered to him.
"The Radisson," he whispered back.
"No. You are coming home."
Not coming home with me,
COMING HOME, and I meant it.
He knew it too.
I felt his arms around me tightening, drawing me into him...
and his lips closing in. I welcomed them gratefully.
We kissed softly this time, so sweet. Lovingly.
Long and just blow your mind lovingly.
It was...breathtaking.
I KNEW...
Life for US was just beginning. We were on the precipice
of a life-long love affair, I knew. I could tell he did too.
All those stupid feeling hopeless pathetic attempts
to reach him...nights on Facebook.
BUT, here we were.
Maybe I hadn't been the only one?
Amazing this scrawny silly doofus from the midwest U.S.
and this scrawny silly doofus from Afghanistan.
What are the odds of that happening?
PRETTY GOOD actually. Obviously. LOL.
and this scrawny silly doofus from Afghanistan.
What are the odds of that happening?
PRETTY GOOD actually. Obviously. LOL.
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