It had been three short months since I met Bob online and finally got the nerve to go and meet him at the sports bar. That night changed my life. What I thought would be Anticipation of drinks and a great friendship with a man and maybe an adult consenting relationship had turned my world upside down.
I was happier than I had ever been. I was sexually fulfilled and relaxed at least for 3 days a week when we could fit each other into our schedules. I longed for him the other four days but committments did not allow for frivolous excursions that would upset each others world.
I had slept over on several occasions and left some clothes there, the wonderful man he was even washed them for me. I had cooked for him on a few occasions and twice had been out to dinner. He pointed out the last time we did go out that it took time away from eating my sweet pussy and having time for me! I mean how perfect could it be.
He called me his hot red head and I know secretly told someone online that he was fucking a hot red head and he meant me! I wanted to laugh at that...but hey it must be a guy thing! I found it wonderful to be so wanted with such passion. I found myself not staying up all night trying to block out painful memories of my past. I found myself instead looking forward to our time...Bob time!
I loved Bob time. We had been through illness' him getting sick and me trying in vain to help with the limited time I had with him. I had been ill with mainly migraine and other pains some due to being on the pill so a little Bob did not come into Bob time.
I was old anyway too old to raise a baby again and this time should be ours.
We settled into a comfortable schedule of watching one or two favorite shows together as it was post football season. And we settled into our bed times both before and after dinner. I never knew going to bed would be so exciting. Now today it is our three month anniversary. I wondered if I should mention it...or if it would rock his world and put undo pressure on him? I didn't want that. I just wanted him to know how very much I had enjoyed the last quarter of a year and how much I valued the time we had had together.
More than anything I wanted him to know I did not expect anything to change but these small mile stones in my life were all I had to look forward to.
I had a fear that a serious condition would change things so it was the daily mile stones that I longed to celebrate with the ones I loved. I would not talk about these things for fear it would come to be again. Even now I hesitate to think them for thinking them makes them all the more real.
I no longer could ignore the tell tale signs however so, I would just plug on and cross bridges as they come. So far nothing major had happened a twinge here and there and some signs of abnormal bleeding. No if I was going to enjoy life...the best way was just keep my appointments and only mention what was expected to be mentioned and I did...so then the cat scan is ordered and I wait...and I am okay. I tell myself this. And I wait until Friday and enjoy what I have built with Bob. My wonderful man who saved me from my life Bob.
I am not sure he knows how much I love him...I try to tell him every day. But today even by him I hear him say I love you not to me and I wonder...is it one of the words society has used as a disposable word? What word would I have to hear to know he really loves me? Not that it would change what we have. I am the type that he would have to spell it out in clear bold face type and tell me and make me look in his eyes as he does to believe anything to be true at this point...but what would I do if he tilted my head and tugged my chin and said "Hey my hot little red head I love you....I really love you!"
Well I do not expect or see that happening...that is not MY world things like that do not happen to ME. No not at all, albeit I was a good kid even by one I loved most thought I was a dirty little whore when in fact I was a virgin. So things like this just do not happen to me. If it did I am not sure I would think it reality or fantasy I would wonder about for days wondering did that happen? So best not set hopes on anything even if it would not change what we now have.
Let us recap what do we have? We have the most amazing sex I have ever had in my life and just last week I was for the first time ever having sex after being asleep in his arms and he was doing the most amazing things with his tongue. Now that my friends is what I call a great sleep over! His skin feels amazing to run my hands over soft and sensual and totally a turn on that alone is foreplay for me.
And the foreplay the way he touches me and kisses me and tugs on my nipples and then lets his hands with the long fingers go to the soft downy hair of my most private place. I get wet just thinking of this man touching me. I call his name in my sleep and I know it I have been waking myself up when we are not together calling out "Bob are you okay?" I long to be with him. I love when he kisses me on the neck, I love when he starts to tell me something in my ear like YOU are so HOT and with his deep vibrato of his voice it sends a thrill through me.
I think has it been a dream? NO it has no it has been three months of him making sweet love to me, and at times with one or the other of us not up to it due to being ill or tired, we lay in each others arms. For the first time in my life I feel completely loved, not like someone is ashamed of me. I feel celebrated. I feel like I am Bob's. So the bad feelings the worry, I will not give voice to it. I will continue being Bob's and I hope I am for a very long time. I will give silent voice to that as I do not want his world to be rocked. I will let him rock me gently at night when we are together. I will be his, as I have for three months....the first anniversary I want to shout from the roof tops but just as I worry about giving voice to the bad fears, I worry about giving this one a voice...for I fear I do not deserve this happiness.
But I am damn glad I have it. I will hold on to it for as long as his lips claim mine.
For as long as his hand grasp's mine, and his body possesses mine and I can possess his. I will long to take his cock in my mouth and taste his precum and feel him explode and moan loudly as he reaches climax knowing it is a victory not for me, not for him but for us, and my Bob...he claims a victory every time his mouth kisses me and when his mouth claims my pussy and I pulsate with the life within me and I know my sweet juices run in his mouth.
Bob, God Bob I need you so much right now...today.
I want you. Today, tomorrow, always.
Happy three month anniversary Bob, to the anticipation that awaits us both!
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