Homerun2611
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Gregory Jacobson
Greg was in a state of bliss, almost unrealistically so. As she got up to go into the lavish bathroom, he watched her smiling. He was reliving the first bit of time they had spent together, and her words ran lyrically through his head, "I'm glad it was you. I...of all the ways this could have happened... this is perfect. I mean it.".So was he, and it, or rather she, was perfect. Beyond his wildest dreams or most outrageous expectations. So delicate, so deserving of love and affection, a flower still in its earliest of bloom, still needing nourishment and the light of the sun on its petals. He hoped they might get to know each other a bit at dinner, who was she, and how was someone like her possibly here. How had he possibly been this fortunate. How ironic, the story of his life had been written, and it had been a grand tale, but the conclusion had been abrupt and jarring...but now...this was the denoument, and how ironic...that this was the moment he met the woman, no, the girl, he had always fantasized and dreamed about. Were the fates kind or cruel, to taste of the sweetest nectar, only before the tastebuds are forever put to rest.. Yes, he wanted to know more, because his story was written, her was just beginning...a blank script that could go many ways. Perhaps he could do something to make it the fairy tale she so seemed to deserve.
She came out wrapped in the plush robe, an innocent but slightly bequiling smile on her face, a clear blush on her cheeks, but her eyes wide and dancing, so looking to please. If he wasn't in love, he was most definitely captivated...he was supposed to the the experienced one, the one helping her launch into her sexual journey, but truth be told, he was whipped, adoring everything about her, firmly wrapped around the little finger of this princess who had no idea or desire to take advantage of him like she so easily could. He got up, "those look delightful, what a comfy way for us to enjoy our dinner....I have every intention of wearing exactly that...but let me take a quick shower...I want to be clean and perfect for you for later....as perfect as any man can try to be...when he gets a chance to make love to an angel...."
Greg was in a state of bliss, almost unrealistically so. As she got up to go into the lavish bathroom, he watched her smiling. He was reliving the first bit of time they had spent together, and her words ran lyrically through his head, "I'm glad it was you. I...of all the ways this could have happened... this is perfect. I mean it.".So was he, and it, or rather she, was perfect. Beyond his wildest dreams or most outrageous expectations. So delicate, so deserving of love and affection, a flower still in its earliest of bloom, still needing nourishment and the light of the sun on its petals. He hoped they might get to know each other a bit at dinner, who was she, and how was someone like her possibly here. How had he possibly been this fortunate. How ironic, the story of his life had been written, and it had been a grand tale, but the conclusion had been abrupt and jarring...but now...this was the denoument, and how ironic...that this was the moment he met the woman, no, the girl, he had always fantasized and dreamed about. Were the fates kind or cruel, to taste of the sweetest nectar, only before the tastebuds are forever put to rest.. Yes, he wanted to know more, because his story was written, her was just beginning...a blank script that could go many ways. Perhaps he could do something to make it the fairy tale she so seemed to deserve.
She came out wrapped in the plush robe, an innocent but slightly bequiling smile on her face, a clear blush on her cheeks, but her eyes wide and dancing, so looking to please. If he wasn't in love, he was most definitely captivated...he was supposed to the the experienced one, the one helping her launch into her sexual journey, but truth be told, he was whipped, adoring everything about her, firmly wrapped around the little finger of this princess who had no idea or desire to take advantage of him like she so easily could. He got up, "those look delightful, what a comfy way for us to enjoy our dinner....I have every intention of wearing exactly that...but let me take a quick shower...I want to be clean and perfect for you for later....as perfect as any man can try to be...when he gets a chance to make love to an angel...."