lovingfingers
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Andrew
I was not a deep thinker. My life had, more or less, been governed by vague plans and gut instinct. And it was the latter that was surprising me now. I wanted to be with Ruth. I wanted a life with Ruth. For the first time in my life, I had a vision of a future with someone, and it was Good.
I grinned as we crawled back into bed, having finally caught our breathes again. My revelation continued to dance in my head, and I almost blurted it out. Part of me cautioned against going too far too quickly, and I heeded it, for a change. But, I had the overwhelming desire to celebrate.
I leaned over and gave you a quick kiss, "I'll be right back."
I slid out of bed, and passed to the kitchen. Opening the frig, I took out the bottle of Blanquette de Limoux that I had seen earlier. A minute and one 'Pop' later, I was carrying two bubbly glasses into the bedroom. You were lounging in bed, the sheet pulled up, just barely covering your breasts. The sheet clung to your body, hiding and revealing at the same time. You lifted the sheet as I slid into bed, lowering it down as I settled next to you. You took the glass I offered, and we sipped the Limoux, cuddled close, pausing often for kisses.
The wine went down very easily. I had finished mine and set my glass on the nightstand. I turned back to you, and watched as you grinned, then polished your glass off. You held it out to me, "Please, sir, may I have some more?"
I laughed, thinking Dickens' eyes would have bulged if a hottie like you had ever quoted him like that. I rolled out of bed, pausing for a second, as the buzz hit me. I focussed and walked to the kitchen, taking the bottle back with me this time. I settled into bed again and carefully poured your glass half full, before doing the same to mine.
You settled against me, my free arm encircling you, my hand resting on your belly. As we continued to drink, my hand began to roam, exploring your luscious curves...
I was not a deep thinker. My life had, more or less, been governed by vague plans and gut instinct. And it was the latter that was surprising me now. I wanted to be with Ruth. I wanted a life with Ruth. For the first time in my life, I had a vision of a future with someone, and it was Good.
I grinned as we crawled back into bed, having finally caught our breathes again. My revelation continued to dance in my head, and I almost blurted it out. Part of me cautioned against going too far too quickly, and I heeded it, for a change. But, I had the overwhelming desire to celebrate.
I leaned over and gave you a quick kiss, "I'll be right back."
I slid out of bed, and passed to the kitchen. Opening the frig, I took out the bottle of Blanquette de Limoux that I had seen earlier. A minute and one 'Pop' later, I was carrying two bubbly glasses into the bedroom. You were lounging in bed, the sheet pulled up, just barely covering your breasts. The sheet clung to your body, hiding and revealing at the same time. You lifted the sheet as I slid into bed, lowering it down as I settled next to you. You took the glass I offered, and we sipped the Limoux, cuddled close, pausing often for kisses.
The wine went down very easily. I had finished mine and set my glass on the nightstand. I turned back to you, and watched as you grinned, then polished your glass off. You held it out to me, "Please, sir, may I have some more?"
I laughed, thinking Dickens' eyes would have bulged if a hottie like you had ever quoted him like that. I rolled out of bed, pausing for a second, as the buzz hit me. I focussed and walked to the kitchen, taking the bottle back with me this time. I settled into bed again and carefully poured your glass half full, before doing the same to mine.
You settled against me, my free arm encircling you, my hand resting on your belly. As we continued to drink, my hand began to roam, exploring your luscious curves...
