A Year of Living Wonderfully

I learned a lot about her in the first year. She loved red wine. Champagne and white wine had a bad effect on her. Her hearing and smell were very acute. She was a very good artist. She had been a bad girl growing up. She was 34 and had never lived with a man, or even had a relationship over a year. She was addicted to working out. She had been rescued from a bad experience in Los Angeles by her family, but had really gotten her shit back together up in the bay over the past few years. She had started the cuisine club to try to find a husband. She liked having a hand down her pants playing with her. She laughed a lot. She loved lipstick. She would always keep my cock in her mouth until I had done pulsing. She liked brutal men, but knew they were verboten. She has a talent for languages and speaks German like a native. She suffered from migranes. She had a big, close family.

I remember driving to Yosemite to spend a week with her family. It was night, she was dressed in an orange summer dress, no bra, no underwear, all blonde and juicy, feet up on the dash, windows open as the light from a thousand street lights lit her face just so, and I could feel my knees go weak.

Whenever we drove anywhere, she would put my hand between her legs, it comforted her.

She liked being spanked.

And she was on a mission. It became pretty clear that her biological clock was ticking like Big Ben. I thought I knew what that meant, but you know, in retrospect it is clear I really did not understand what that meant. She was not pushy at first, but by the time my first divorce was finalized and my son and I were moving back into the town house as my ex and daughter were off to Texas, the "where are we going" question was pretty well on the front burner.

Now that left me in a pretty pickle. I had been pretty clear with her on my feelings. I was just out of a divorce and very leery of marriage and love was a pretty difficult concept for me. On the other hand, I was hooked. What we had was fun and hot and a daily dose of amazing, like nothing I had ever had before. It was tough, and as we passed that ever crucial one year anniversary, things started to get dicey as she tried to twist my arm and I tried to resist, and both of us trying to avoid the blow up that could end us.

One other thing, from every action, every discussion, oozing from every pore in her body came this one simple fact.

She was crazy mad nuts in love with me.

We floated around a bit that November, not apart, but not exactly together. I had plans for Thanksgiving that did not include her.

Those plans fell through, and she invited my son and I to come down to her parents for the holiday. We went together, and had a great time. I remember sitting with her at the kitchen table at her folks place, and there we hatched the plan for her to move in with the boy and me. She could cut expenses and pay off her debt, we could figure this whole thing out.

The die was cast.