And then I remember following him home.
And having my world absolutely, positively, completely rocked.
He was more wonderful than I can ever describe. Better than all my dreams and fantasies combined. He was hands-down, no debate, the best lover I'd ever had.
In his room, by the ambient light of a paper lantern, we devoured each other several different times, several different ways. Every single time, every single way was like a million answered prayers lighting up the sky to prove that a better day had, indeed, arrived.
I knew his baggage factor was high, but I also knew unequivocally that he was the man for me.
(Brown Diaries Part 3 of 18: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 | Lessons Learned 1-3: 1 2 3)
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7 comments:
Why are women accused of being more emotional and remembering the tiny details of a date, when like a man, they too just remember the physical touches?
Kisses.
Well Anita... that's not nice...
Writting all that so that I have to read it and wonder where is my Mr. "Brown"?
You go girl!... That's what I love about your blog and your writting you don't mislead or hide anything!
Love,
that was beautifully captured in so few words
"every single way was like a million answered prayers lighting up the sky to prove that a better day had, indeed, arrived."
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Kisses.
That must have been some good sex....I don't know if I could have ignored the baggage.
I have to read the other post but it sounds wonderful. I love the magic of connecting to someone like that.
Mmmmmmh...chile'...
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