Remember My Love, The Night We Became Engaged....

I just came in from the kitchen where I heard the sounds of two puppies trying to kill each other. They are so much fun and so much work. The boy is not as quick as the girl. Just about 4 and a half months old and like all Yorkie's, very active. We have told them they are twins which has given them reason to both hate and love each other. Each is determined to be the smartest. She is winning out. She not only runs, she flies. He is slower, afraid to go down the stairs to the lower family room level, scared of the dark, cannot catch her and pees his bed if it storms. She is swift like lightening. He is slow like a semi. One is beautiful light tan and gorgeous with fluffy fur and eyes to melt you. That is our little boy. She is dark brown and black combination and more on the cute side. She has a face much like his but fur not as pretty. She has longer legs and they are near the same size despite his two pound advantage. She is fast. You have no idea, faster than the wind. If they get loose, we would never find them. We would find him first as semi's wear out faster. But her, she does not even tire. We try to discipline but they are saying the same words to each other, "we will teach them". And they are probably winning.

All of the above work is for my man. I took that good fall when I flipped over the fence in the kitchen. This was completely my fault. I should have used the gate instead of trying to climb over it. Stupid on my part. He wanted the puppies. I was content with the two of us but we had never been without a dog before. They will take care of vacations and a lot of traveling. What groomer/dog kennel would take two adorable 7 and 9 pound babies? The boy is larger. So I will be giving up all those wonderful gambling vacations, Orlando sex marathons and binge eating up for him. Good trade I would say. For my man I would do anything. When I see him with these puppies and the tenderness it warms my heart. What he does to me as my lover warms my heart thinking about it. He handles me like I was china. His touch is so soft. Keeping his fingers under rubber gloves when working in his hobby room, saves my inner self and the pleasures become so soft and erotic. I must tell him again today how much this means to me as a woman. To keep those precious fingers softened with hand lotion and protection when he is so often inside my vagina and pleasuring my g-spot, is worth more to me than he will ever know. Nothing is more difficult on a woman when making love than trying to tell her man that he is hurting her when she wants that pleasure to keep up and not stop. But the course finger and pieces of skin that bruise her delicate tissue far inside her is very painful. It can make a difference between orgasm and wanting him to hurry out. It can be very rough and make a woman lose her chain of thought in trying to arrive at the special place of orgasm.

I love him so much. He has all the qualities that a woman wants in a man. He makes me want to be as sexual as I can be. He helps me create in me the erotic and sensual woman and then turns me into a sex goddess. In his eyes, I shine. He, like I, look at each other only through the eyes of love . Sexually we are a creation of passion and romantic love. By my showing this passion with him, I ignite him to places that he thought were gone. Places of youth. Sexual expression of heat and passion that would question our age. What I feel as a woman, I am able to make him feel as a man. Wonderful sexual feelings of when we were young. I like to go back in time. Why stay in the present and grow old. We were young once. Who said we are old now?

We just came home from going out to dinner. We find that in our older age that if we do not have company coming over that we eat around 3 as it is easier digesting and have a small snack later. It has been such a wonderful romantic day and just the kind of day that makes you want to get down on your knees and thank God for being born. In the car he asked me something I was surprised to hear as a question. He said to me, honey you are so deep in passion when I am making love to you and pleasuring you, I have never seen you like you have been these last few months. I looked back at him and squeezed his hand. This man allows me to visit heaven. Wish I could put it another way but I just can?t. I am not escaping to another affair with another man or a two women and a man or me and three elephants and a turkey, it is just he and I. It is a special place that he takes me. I have the ability to go back to those wonderful romantic years of long ago and live it in my mind and make my body alive with these thoughts. It is a very sexual experience.

I said to him. Honey, so often I remember the night that we were engaged. Valentine's Day of many years ago. You were in the Navy and home on leave. We had gone out to dinner and after dinner we sat talking in the car. It was that night you gave me my diamond. I had looked at diamond?s as you had asked me while you were away and picked out what I liked. Of course it was an expensive one but the one I loved. The Jeweler was a big fan of your's. You were quite the man with your honors. But I did what you asked. In that parked car you had taken my left hand and taken off your class ring. This I had taped so that I could wear it showing everyone that I was yours. When you took it off, I started to cry. Honey, I thought you wanted to break up. That is all I could think of. I fought you and you had to quiet me. Then you took out the diamond and put it on my finger. Never have I felt the emotion I did that moment. It remains so special to me and will as long as I live. It is the you that I cherish. You then asked me to marry you. Oh, my love, thank you for that. More than you know, my love, more than you know. After we finally stopped kissing and holding each other, we drove off to go dancing. On the way at a stop and go light in town a policeman stopped us. He made you pull down the window. He told us that I was too close to you that it was dangerous driving. We told him we had just became engaged and he congratulated us and let us go. After dancing we parked. Oh, how we parked. There is that car you struggled and took my bra off for the first time. This was the first time that you had touched my large breasts. I never let you before. Just feel from the outside of a sweater. You went mad. I went crazy with lust. The passion between the two of us was so hot. Me, because I was just be awakened fully as a woman, you because you are a man and loved me and found that I was all woman. Oh how well you pleasured me. My love, I remember that well.

And we kissed and loved and then you took your hand and went down to my knee. I was wearing a skirt and sweater. Stockings with a garter belt. I really had quite the figure. 5' 8" tall and 127 pounds. Makes me want to cry now. But I was really something else. Gently you pushed my legs apart. Again you were going to an unfamiliar place with me. Many times I had orgasmed as we kissed and you had touched me from the outside of my skirt but never had I let you go up my skirt. And my love. You never pushed this. Your respect for me was the highest a man can show a woman. And I loved you so. And I still do. And slowly you went up my leg, past my thigh and into my inner love heaven. My pu*sy, my love... You slid my panties to one side so that you could find the part of me that was already crying for you. You paused as you touched my pubic hair and rubbed it. You entered my open crack that was quivering and waiting for you.  You pushed my panties to the side and I spread for you. You massaged the part of me that was new and touched my swollen clit. With that I orgasmed and arched my back to you as you found my c**t.. You played with me with the expertise of the lover that you are and I moaned and we held and kissed all that time. You would go down to my nipples and kiss me again. I was lost my love. So lost in the passion of discovery of sex. You had awaken me to what was ahead. Once I worried was I being loose but the passion was too much and I couldn't stop you, I was in heaven and I did not care. This was a new me being born. Then you kissed me again and looked at me so tenderly. You were so handsome and such a lover and you lowered your head. Down as far as the car seat. Down to the front of me. Down to push my panties aside so far that all of my open pu*sy and inside of me was exposed to you. I was spreading myself for you my love to look at. See all of me. How can I stop this. The longing is too big and you started to take me to a place that is delicious. It is all the wonderful things in the world. It is the sexual heaven of all sexual heavens. You licked me. You sucked me and you fingered me. I orgasmed over and over as you took what was going to be yours and ate it. And when you left my wet and juicy love canal I had experienced something in life I had never known nor will ever again know as wonderful as that first time with you. You had made me what and who I am. And you came to me and kissed me. Over and over you kissed me. I tasted the woman that I am in your kisses. I shared with you my musky smells of long ago. The smells that have disappeared with my ejaculation but the smells of youth and love long ago.

So my love this is what I think about so often when you make love to me. These are the secrets of sexual happiness in our older years. My love what do you mean to me? You mean that tomorrow morning when I wake up I will be happy. Happy because I will have you at my side.........You mean that just looking at you, I still pinch myself for being the lucky woman you chose to be your wife  ......You mean the best part of me my love, you are my  reason for living and my fear of dying......You are my soul my precious love...........You are every good part of me and  without you I will die.............Thanks honey for my life.....xox Caroline