MY ONE AND ONLY LOVE

I really loved her.  I still do.  I made so many mistakes with good women in my past that I vowed that I would do everything I could to be faithful to her.  I didn't want to lose this girl. She was the one. 

I got a job transfer to Beijing for 2 years.  We decided to do the long distance relationship thing.  I was never faithful to a woman in the same city as me, so I wasn't sure how living in different countries would work.  I gave it a shot.  The first couple of months without her were the hardest.  I can't say I wasn't tempted by other women.  But when you truly love someone, you sacrifice a lot. 

She sent me a love doll as a joke.  We didn't realize how helpful it would be to my faithfulness to her.  Of course there is nothing like the warmth and softness of a woman’s flesh.  The scent of a woman is like poetry.  This doll became good company.  I made love to the doll at least 3 times a day.  I did things and said things to the doll that I probably wouldn’t do or say to a living soul.  She was my fetish.  I looked forward to being with her.  There was a feeling of loyalty and lust between me and the doll that I had never felt with any woman. 

My time in Beijing had finally ended, and it was time to go home.  I couldn't wait to see her.  She is the one.  She met me at the airport and that's when I gave her the surprise of her life.  I got down on one knee in front of everyone at the airport.  I confessed my love to her and asked for her hand in marriage.  I felt good knowing that I was entering a union with a clear conscious.  2 years away from the love of my life, and I was completely faithful to her.  I know she is worthy of my love. Happily ever after is the way every love story should end.

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LOST LOVES

After Victor passed away, it was really hard for me to move on.  I would visit his art gallery downtown regularly.  I found peace in his artwork - It brought me comfort.  Richard was my co-worker.  Richard and I became closer after Victor died. Richard lost his 7 year old son, Junior, in a boating accident in Newport.  The way we suffer from losing a loved-one is our connection.

It was the 5 year anniversary of Junior’s death.  Each anniversary seemed more difficult for Richard.  He and his son’s mother were going to split even before his son’s death, but like many parents, they chose to stick-it-out for the child.  Unbeknownst to them, their beloved son would be taken away from them, forcing them to split months after losing him. 

Richard and I sat and talked for hours about our future desires and how much we miss our lost loves.  It was Richard's eyes that spoke to me.  It was like I was looking at Victor's artwork.   Richard began to kiss me passionately.  I didn't resist.  My body begged to be loved again.  I hadn't been with anyone since I lost my sweet Vick.  Richard laid me back on the sofa and spread my legs, he eased off my soft, pink lace panties; which was wet from me being aroused.  He moved his head downward and began kissing my private parts.  He began to lick my clitoris.  I don't remember ever feeling like this.  I cried silently from the levels of confusion, passion, and satisfaction I was feeling all at once.  I felt so overwhelmed.  The feeling became so intense, I clinched his head tightly between my thighs.  I let out a loud shriek.  Richard did not relent.  He knew it was coming.  I had such a strong orgasm, I squirted in Richard’s face.  At that very moment, I knew things between Richard and I would never be the same.

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