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A twist to the story
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A twist to the story Steve followed me to work, like he had before. I only had to go half as far as he did to work. He looked so handsome dressed for his first day. I never felt as cared for by any man that I felt from him. I think he was excited to have gotten this job in sales. He was so low key that I wonderful what kind of salesman he would be. Mostly, in the past, he had worked at MGM in lighting but was just a grip. All day long, at work, I wonder what was going to be the best solution to our arrangement. One of my big worries was that I didn't want my to know I was living with a man closer to their age than mine. They had not liked that I married a much older man and now I was going to invite a much younger man into my life. I got home, about 3pm that day and I decided to fix a nice dinner with candle light and wine. Steve wasn't a drinker but I thought he would join me with a glass of wine. He got off about five but had to drive home in rush hour traffic on the 405. He called and said he wouldn't be there until 7pm and I planned the meal accordingly. I loved to cook and I loved my kitchen so it was kind of fun to prepare a meal. I had eaten out so many nights with dates. I never cooked for any other man since Larry had died. Steve was elated when he got to my house, even though he had been stuck in traffic. He picked me up and swung me around and then said " what's cooking goreous". He always called me "goreous" and I loved that. I lead him to the table and he saw the candles and wine glasses and the bottle on ice. He picked up the cork remover and gently removed it and poured both of a glass. He said he wanted to toast to a beautiful woman and the meal I had prepared. We did that and kissed and I went to the kitchen to put our plates on the table. I had cooked a prime rib roast. Baked potatoes. A crisp green salad and fresh cook brocoli. Steve was in awe. I don't think anyone had cooked for him for a long time. He though it was the best meal he had ever had. I liked that he enjoyed it and it's alway nice to cook for someone that is apprecitive. I mentioned towards the end of the dinner that we needed to have a serious talk. I had made a chocolat cake for dessert and we took that to the couch for our talk. He had a look that told me he was nervous about what I was going to say. I kissed him sweetly and just said that I had though about this for sometime now and I wanted him to move in with me. His eyes lit up and tears rolled down his face. I also told him, that since he was working now, he needed to help me with expenses. He didn't have to pay rent but I need some help. I didn't tell him anything about all the monies and stock that my father had left me. I kept all of that in a separate accounts and told him about my concerns with my . He took me in his arms and picked me up off the couch and carried me to bed. That night felt like we made love, instead of just having great sex. Don't get me wrong, the sex was always magnificent .....yet the feeling of loving him made it so much better. I didn't tell him I loved him, although he told me did constantly. He woke me up with a cup of coffee, in time for me to go to work. He had to leave that day before me but when I took the cup to the kitchen, he had cleaned all the dishes from the night before and cleared the table. No man had ever done that for me either. I arrived at my office and was grinning like a monkey. My secretary said " what's up sexy woman". i told her that Steve was going to be living with me. She said " I want to meet this man. Why don't you two come to dinner next weekend". I said that would be wonderful but I didn't want her grilling him. LOL She said " I won't, you cougar you". Steve had grabbed his clothes from his mother's home during the week. I had washed and ironned a lot of it for him. I hung it in the guest room closet. I set up the master bath for him because it had a shower and I used the other bathroom, which I always had because it had a tub. We made love every night. He was inventive and I had a great imagination as to how I could please him. He was vehement that I get off as many times as I wanted before he would even consider entering me or let me go down on him. He was vocal and so was I. We were the perfect sexual match in bed or on the couch, dinning room table, washing machine or any other place we could come together. He worshipped my clit and pussy. I worshipped his cock and balls and his hardness. I have always been so turned on by a man that could get a hard on by just kissing me. I think that in kind of primal. That Friday when he came home he had signed his paycheck and put it on the kitchen counter. I told him that wasn't necessary and was I suppose to give him an allowance? LOL He laughed and said maybe that would be just fine. I told him, I don't want to be your mother and he said how about being my wife. I stopped him with a kiss and told him not to go there with me. But every Friday it was the same thing. I packed him lunch every day and we went to the grocery store together always I didn't even see other men when I was in public. Before I had always scoped out men but now they were invisible to me. We were always holding hands and only had eyes for each other. People use to stop us and tell us what a wonderful couple we were. This big hunk with a tiny woman with silver hair. No one ever though I was his mother....thank God. LOL I TRULY WILL TRY TO WRITE A COUPLE OF MORE SEGMENTS BEFORE WE LEAVE ON THE 19TH. WE ARE HEADED FOR EUROPE (ITALY,SPAIN AND FRANCE) THEN TO SWEDEN TO VISIT MY GIRLS THAT HELPED ME RAISE MY . THEY AREN'T "GIRLS" ANYMORE AND IT'S HARD TO BELIEVE THAT ONE OF THEM IS 60 ALREADY. THEY ARE MY BEST FRIENDS IN THE WORLD AND LIKE YOUNGER SISTER TO ME. WHEN WE LEAVE SWEDEN WE FLY DOWN TO BARCELONA FOR A FEW DAYS AND THEN JUMP ON A CRUISE SHIP FOR 16 DAYS TO HOUSTON AND FLY HOME FROM THEIR ON NOVEMBER 15TH. SO I WILL BE ABSENT FROM MY BLOG AND MY PICTURES FOR ALMOST TWO MONTHS. I AM HOPING I WILL BE ABLE TO ANSWER MESSAGES. NOT SURE BUT HOPE I CAN. MY LOVE TO ALL OF YOU THAT ARE READING THIS "BOOK". I TRULY APPRECIATE IT. |
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that's a great story glad u found a great man n hope u have a safe trip please be careful I give u at 10.. u sound like a great lady
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That's a very good story, and by the way, your photos are DROP-DEAD GORGEOUS !!!!!!! Can't wait to read another of your posts !!
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Every time I read these.... I keep wondering if I could get into one of the later chapters in your book... 
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HI Gorgeous...I have read every blog and have loved each one....you write beautifully and your pics are very tastfully done. From your lingerie to your sweats you look stunning. As we say here in Texas...honey you would look damn good in a flour sack. Its always grand chatting with you and I await your next post to your blog.
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