One of the very first things Mr. K did when we finally met face to face was kiss me. His yummy lips were soft and full, and in the two years since that first kiss, I haven’t been able to get enough of them. Sometimes we kiss so much my lips swell as if I’d been stung by a bee. It’s a feeling I adore.
Not long ago, the teen asked if we hold hands and kiss while in public. When I said yes, she proceeded to ridicule me, saying old people are adorable.
She is such a brat.
We do kiss in public, though. We kiss in restaurants, at traffic lights, and while shopping. We kiss a lot and often. And kissing me is the first thing he does when he comes through the door unless my ass is in the air. Then he kisses me after he…well, you know.
~Nikki
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The first thing he does when he comes home is hold me. His arms envelope me in strength and security, and he rests his cheek on the top of my head while I settle myself against him. Our time together has taught me where I fit best, and my body instinctively moves so that I can touch as much of him as possible. The excitement of his arrival smooths into contentment as my breathing slows, his heartbeat strong and sure against my ear. My hands meet at the small of his back, and I sink into the moment. His lips brush my forehead, my ear, and he kisses the curve of my neck. His lips brush my skin like butterfly wings, the sweetest of kisses. As I press the length of my body against his, I wish that I could hold our moment in my hand to keep forever. Time slows, and we arrive in the moment together.
I am home.
~Heather
