No happily ever after in real life

I want to keep this post as short as possible because I really don’t want to linger on it more than I have to/need to. 

So Vince and I broke up because he and I got pregnant but I wasn’t ready - nor will I be ready when he is - I had an abortion (this was after he said that he’d support me in my decision) but just a few hours after the abortion, he reneged on his support. I ended up breaking up with him. 

Let’s face it, we had a history of a spotty relationship - constantly breaking up, his hitting me and his lack of support when I needed it after the abortion. 

It’s better this way that we’ve ended the relationship, I get to work on me and he - more importantly - works on him for his next relationship

An amazing weekend

Last Thursday - the Thursday before Mother’s Day - Vince told me that he’d take me into the local city for the weekend for spa treatments and for some us time. He asked me to pack some nice clothes but he didn’t specify what he meant so I packed 2 different pair of skinny jeans and some super nice sweaters, jewelry (which I typically don’t wear because I either break my jewelry or lose it), and a few pair of cute but comfortable shoes.

Friday morning, I arrived at his place in a casual blouse, form fitting skirt, 4” tall shoes and my hair straightened. I took my suitcase, a bag containing my shoes and bag/purse out of my car and locked it. I rolled my stuff up and entered Vince’s condo. 

“Babe?” I called out leaving my stuff in the foyer. “Baby? I’m here and actually early.”

Vince came bounding down the stairs mostly dressed. We had the same idea of dressing up a bit; he had jeans, white undershirt and a button down shirt that still needed to be buttoned and tucked in. 

“Hey, beautiful lady,” Vince said as leaned down kissing me. “You look amazing, baby. I’m half tempted to cancel the weekend and just stay in bed with you. Damn. You look so great, my love. Are you ready, babe?”

“Vamos, mi amor! No puedo esperar para ver lo que has planeado para nosotros,” I said in Spanish, telling him that I’m ready and that I can’t wait to see what he has planned for us. Vince finished getting ready and brought down two bags. As we left the condo and locked up, a limo pulled up.

“Babe? You’re crazy,” I said. “You’re crazy and amazing but I love you. I can’t believe that you’ve gone above and beyond of anything I could ask you to do for me or us without even asking you to do anything.”

Vince chuckled and helped the driver load up our bags in the trunk then he held a limo door open for me. I kissed him before I got in. He walked around to get in from the other side. Once settled, he let the driver know that we’re all set to go. We talked the entire ride up there discussing the spa treatments he had planned for us. 

He could tell that I was excited for this weekend with him, doing spa stuff together and wanting this weekend to be the best of us. We agreed we wouldn’t talk about therapy nor talk about him hitting me…he knew that him hitting me was often on my mind. 

Because we were talking instead of focusing on the drive, we didn’t notice that we got to the hotel until the driver pulled up to the hotel entrance. I unbuckled my seatbelt, opened the door and to got out. Vince, clearly, was upset that I didn’t wait to let him open the door for me but he’d have to get over it. The hotel was stunning. Then it hit me. Depending on the room he chose for us could be up to $600/night plus all the spa treatments that he specifically chose for us, the limo. The spa treatments about $1,800 plus food we had. The weekend could’ve easily cost him $4,500 with taxes and shit. The driver brought our bags to us, we thanked him and Vince tipped him. 

As we were entering the hotel, I asked Vince if he was ok with spending the amount of money that he did for this weekend. 

“Baby?” I said. “You know that I love you and you know how much I appreciate everything that you’ve done for me, appreciate everything that you’re doing for me currently and what you’ll be doing for me in the future, right?”

Vince nodded his head yes, wondering where I’m going to with this.

“I’m worried,” I said. “You’re retired now, getting close in age to getting your pension, you don’t work full time but you do private lessons for those who want to be more musical. Are you ok or even comfortable using your hard earned money for a weekend? On me?”

“Darling,” he said. “I understand your concern of wondering if I’m spending more than I should. Do I agree that this is expensive? Hell yes but baby…you’re worth every dime and  you also deserve this…you deserve to be pampered. I don’t care if I become broke as long as you’re taken care of.” 

I nodded my head, I took his extended hand and we went to check in. We were given the options of the penthouse on the top floor which faced other buildings or a suite of a few small rooms that faced the city’s park. Vince looked at me for my input and I wanted to say just a regular room with a queen or king sized bed was fine with me but Vince said that we’d take the suite facing the park. We were given the keys and we were told when and where our first spa treatment would be. We thanked the receptionist and went upstairs to the room.

Vince entered the room first, leaving me out in the hallway with our stuff and I held the door open, rolling my eyes. Apparently, he does this often - usually propping the door open with one of his bags - just in case someone was in our room that wasn’t supposed to be. A few minutes later, he came back saying that everything was fine. He brought our bags into the bedroom, placing them in the closet. Holding hands, we toured the suite. The last place we checked was the kitchen. The second I walked into the kitchen, there were several bouquets of different types of flowers, champagne on ice and chocolate covered strawberries. 

“Oh my word, my love,” I said in complete shock. “I’m dreaming!”

“No, baby,” Vince said. “This is real; you’re not dreaming. Baby, I love you so much. You deserve this plus so much more.” 

I almost started to cry but Vince kissed me, taking my hand to pull me closer. I leaned into the kiss, wrapping my arms around this man that I love and kissed him with everything I had. He pulled away moments later so he could open the Louis Roederer champagne; he poured us both half a flute’s worth and handed me mine. We clinked glasses and drank. Vince wanted to feed me a strawberry but I declined because it’d be a little weird for me and he chuckled. 

We ate a few strawberries, finished the champagne and put the rest of the berries in the fridge for later. Vince looked at his watch. I asked if it was time for our first spa appointment. He said it’s close so we should grab what we felt was necessary so I grabbed my phone, the charger and my inhaler tossing them and the keys in my small purse. Vince took my hand after I said that I was ready. We headed downstairs to the spa entrance on the first floor. 

The second we walked in, a chipper spa employee greeted us warmly. We were given keys to lockers to place our personal belongings in the locker rooms and we were also given large fluffy robes and slippers; we were told to strip to our skivvies or we could be completely naked. I giggled at the word skivvies and Vince looked at me cracking up asking me how I know about skivvies. I told him that my favorite grandfather was in the navy during a massive war - particularly a massive and well known battle - and they always said skivvies on board. He passed that down to my grandmother - his wife - and their kids (one of them being one of my parents; obviously). 

I headed to the women’s locker room to store my stuff and I stripped down to the nude. I put in the most luxurious robe I’ve ever touched and the most comfortable slippers. Before leaving, I put my hair in a loose braid, hoping my hair wouldn’t crease where it was braided. Once ready, I stepped out and saw Vince talking with the spa employees that were going to take care of us. 

We were to have a mud bath first. A female employee saw my hair and immediately told me to take it down because she has this magic hair netting that will hold and protect my hair from any treatment without messing my hair up too much - I’d only have to brush my hair afterwards. She quickly helped me with my hair and then off Vince and I went to get our mud on. 

We were painted with mud from the Dead Sea, letting it dry before going into a freshly made mud bath (the mud was also from the Dead Sea). Instead of individual tubs, they gave us this big one that’s made for two people and warned us that it would be warm. I couldn’t wait as I was cold. We stepped in and it was much hotter than we expected; I loved the temperature. I was situated soon after but it took Vince a few minutes to get in. Once he was situated, we held hands. I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep. 

I’m not sure  how much time had elapsed but Vince had fallen asleep as well. An employee came in, woke us up and gave us instructions of how to get out and how to clean the mud off of us. We stepped thirty feet away to the shower heads and closed the curtains. As we rinsed off, the staff drained the mud bath - which I thought was partially a waste and but also sanitary - I paid attention to “certain” areas of my body. We were given towels to dry off. 

We put our robes and slippers back on and headed to a rather small room where we were given a light lunch of wine, various fruits, nuts and cheeses. From there, we were led to a private room where we had an aromatherapy couples massage as well as a couples hot stone massage. 

After being instructed, we stripped and laid face down on the massage tables, we had towels placed over our asses; Vince was disappointed that he couldn’t see mine anymore. As our skin was dry from the Dead Sea mud (very salty mud), our massage therapists included extra lotion to help us gain some moisture back into our skin. I loved my massage. I had some knots and tight muscles that I wasn’t aware that I had. Vince enjoyed his as well but later he told me privately that he was a little weirded out that he had a male masseuse. I told him not to worry about his masseuse’s sexuality as it doesn’t matter; the masseuse did his job and did it professionally. He gave me a weird look. I explained that most spas typically have female masseuses for female customers and male masseuses for male customers for the sole purpose of preventing sexual harassment. Would it still happen against the same sex? Yes but much lower rates.

When we were finished with our treatments, we went to the locker rooms to get dressed. We met up a few minutes later in the hotel foyer and took the elevator up to our floor. I told Vince that I needed to shower as the essential oils that were used were bothering my asthma. He was so upset with himself that he had forgotten about my asthma and didn’t ask for unscented or mildly scented oils. I told him that it was ok as a shower - with soap - would help remove the oils themselves as well as the scent. He let me be as I showered.

I did hear him use the phone to call the spa to ask about the oils, what can he do to help me prevent an asthma attack and that sort of thing. There was a ton of back and forth. They offered a refund - which meant that my masseuse wouldn’t be paid her fee and tip - but Vince said that there was no way he’d accept a refund for something he forgot and he said that he was NOT blaming the masseuse as she didn’t know. The spa manager offered to bring up a variety of different scented soaps but they’d clean the oils off of my skin in a harsh manner but Vince said no to that. They did say, however, that they suggested that they could bring up a non scented exfoliating bar of soap; it would remove the oils that were used but it wouldn’t strip any extra oil off of my skin. He asked if it was a specific brand and they said it was so he said that he’d run down to get it from them.  He hung up, grabbed his wallet and one of the keys to go get the soap. 

A few minutes later, he handed me the bar of soap. I thanked him then I began to scrub. I scrubbed for 15 minutes and then decided to stop as I wanted my remaining skin to stay attached. I got out and toweled off and took the shower cap off. 

“Baby? Babe? Where are you?” I asked looking for Vince. “Can you please grab my inhaler?”

“I’m right here, love,” Vince said. “Here’s your inhaler. You ok?” 

I nodded my head as I was shaking the inhaler. Seconds later, I exhaled, placed the mouthpiece in my mouth, pressed down on the canister twice and inhaled, taking the mouthpiece out of my mouth. I held my breath for 30 seconds and gently breathed out. Vince watched me the whole time. I could see the concern in his face. 

“My love? I’m ok. Just need a minute or two,” I said taking the few steps over to this incredibly handsome man. “You look like you want something. What can I get for you?”

“Babe,” Vince growled, taking me in his arms. “Yes, I want something. I want you right now.”

“Let’s go!” I said. “I’ve been waiting on you to say something all day, love. Take me to bed!” 

Vince picks me up in his arms, carried me over to the bed and gently laid me on the bed. I got comfortable as he stripped his cloths off. He climbed on the bed and slid between my legs. He slides his hard penis in me and I moaned.

Vince took his time thrusting in and out of me. I moaned his name with every thrust. He felt so amazing stretching me out. Moments later, we climaxed together. He pulled out and lay down next to me. 

“Babe? I’m thinking of making a reservation at that one 3 Michelin star restaurant.” Vince stated. “What do you think?”

“Whoa,” I exclaimed. “I appreciate that you want to spoil me but it’s completely unnecessary. I’ll be happier with Bubba Gump. It’s not your favorite place but we can go somewhere else if you’d like.”

Vince said that Bubba Gump was 100% fine with him and he’s happy to go there with me. We got up from the bed and got dressed. I asked if we were walking or taking a taxi; he said a taxi as the restaurant is across town so I put on my 4” wedge sandals. Quickly did my makeup and put on some lightly scented perfume that Vince is crazy for and off we went. 

I don’t know what kind of pull/weight Vince has or who’s name he’d dropped but when we get to the host stand, he provided my name and we instantly got sat at a table on the second level by the window. I don’t even ask how he got us a table at a busy restaurant in a busy city on a Friday night. I can certainly tell you that he’s NOT connected. Hand to God he’s not. 

I get too involved with the menu to notice the server arrived at the table; I wanted to order everything! 

“Babe?” Vince said. “Babe. Babe? Hello? BABE!! You ready to order your drink?”

“Easy, old man,” I teased. “Sorry about that. So can I please get a Georgia Peach Tea? And shrimp mac & cheese to start please?” 

The server nodded then Vince placed his drink and app order. He didn’t order anything special - just a beer and a cup of New England clam chowder - and he asked for an order of chips and spinach/artichoke dip. He may dress up well but he’s a simple man when it comes to food. 

We got our drinks and apps few minutes later. Again, I’m not sure how we had our order arrive so soon; he wasn’t on his phone at in the hour prior to arriving. 

“Babe. I’ve got some curiosity,” I said. “How did you get us in so fast? It’s Friday night in the city, we got this amazingly private table and our food came out fast. Who did you bribe? Kidding.”

“You’re a curious one, my love,” Vince said. “I knew that you’d prefer coming here so when I made the hotel reservation and the spa, I made a reservation here. When I made the reservation here, I told them that tonight is a very important night as I’m proposing.” 

The server just arrived to take our dinner orders; Vince didn’t look too thrilled at the server’s timing. I ordered the “Texas Chicken Sandwich” and he ordered the shrimp po’ boy. After the server left, Vince continued where he left off. 

"Babe, I know what you're going to say when I ask you," he said. "The answer that you've been telling me is no and will continue to be no until you can fully trust me and know that I won't hit you again. I get it, darling. I do hope that you know how much I love you and want to be with you for the rest of my life."

"Darling," I said. "I'm not saying no because I don't love you when I actually do. I want to be with you as well, baby, but I don't know if I can be with someone - whether it be in a marriage or in a serious dating relationship - that I can't fully trust. You broke my trust, love. I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional. I am here with you this weekend because I want to and because I love you. I spend most of the time with with you."

"Darling. I know that you love me and that you want to spend time with me because you want to. I get that you don't trust me. I cheated on you, lied about it, and hit you. It's just that I hope that one day that I ask you to marry me, you will say yes."

"Ugh. Love. We can both talk about this until we're both blue in the face about it. You want to marry me. I don't want to be married. You know how I feel. It's got nothing to deal with you cheating or anything...to me, a marriage license is just a piece of paper stating that two people love each other. Personally, I don't need a piece of paper that - heaven forbid - gets lost or damaged, there's a big fuss over it. Plus, the whole idea of marriage is archaic...women at one point were seen as no better than cattle AND we couldn't get our bank account on our own until the 70s; prior to that as we needed either our father's or husband's permission to get an account. In several states - also in the 70's - we couldn't get dentures - legally - unless either our father or husband gave their permission. Don't get me on the topic of taking our husband's last names. Yeah, I know that's "tradition" but women were more or less owned by their male relatives until the 1800s and possibly into the early 1900s. The suffragettes from the 1800s - and before -fought for the future of my gender and we still are fighting for equal rights AND equal pay to this day."

Thankfully, our server returned with our dinner entrees with our drink refills. Vince, was upset, which is understandable but he also understood where I was coming from. We ate in quiet for a bit before until our server came back to check on us. The server was one of the best that I've experienced as a customer; they already had our drink refills and made sure that our food was to our liking. After the server left, Vince restarted the conversation.

"It's clear where you stand, my love. You won't marry me because you're a strict feminist?" he asked.

"It's not that I hate men or me being a strict feminist. Am I a feminist? Fuck yes. At the end of the day, I am no man's property nor do I answer to a man. Is it because I am a feminist that I don't desire a marriage? It's a good part of it but the rest of it is this, love...it's a man made institution that isn't needed unless one is a hardcore Christian or old fashioned as fuck and also at least half of my family has been divorced. I don't believe in needing to be a part of divorce statistics. If people want to get married, fine, get married. I'm not fully against it but just against it for myself."

"Ah. It makes sense now," Vince had said. 

By then we finished our dinner; Vince had asked for the check and paid it. He asked if I was ready and I said that I was. We gathered our things, he extended his hand so I took it and we left. Instead of hailing a taxi, we decided to walk around for a little bit. After a while, we both agreed to call it a night. Vince was a bit upset and hurt with our conversation and I just didn’t want to prolong the night anymore so I hailed a taxi.

When we got back to the hotel and to our room, I got ready for bed and grabbed a few things to head to the smaller bedroom. I wanted to give Vince some space so he could process the night’s conversation. Before I actually went to bed, I went to the “big” bedroom to say goodnight; he was just sitting there with the engagement ring in his hands. I knocked on the door frame before entering into the room and sat next to him.

Resting my hands resting dangerously close to his penis, I apologized for not giving him what he wanted…me saying yes. I asked if he understood and respected my feelings in regards of marriage in general. He said that he did but he’s still hurting. I leaned over to kiss his cheek but he turned his head so we’d kiss. 

He laid me down on my back and I spread my legs for him. He slid into my apex; he felt amazing inside of me.  He starts thrusting in me, taking his time. I tightly wrapped my legs around his waist trying to bring him closer to me. A few thrusts later, we climax together. He pulls out and lays down next to me. I get up, grab my nightgown and head to the smaller bedroom. 

I fall asleep not long after laying down. It was a restless night of sleep. I ended up waking up around 7:30 and couldn’t fall back asleep so I took a shower, got dressed, put on my flats, grabbed my wallet and hotel room key. I went for real coffee at a small bodega a block from the hotel; hotel coffee - to me - has always tasted like brown water. 

I get back to the hotel to see a ton of police cars and don’t put much thought into it as it’s the city and something bad had happened. I take the elevator up. As I’m about to use the key to open the room, a police officer leaves the room, takes one look at me, tells Vince that I’m not missing and that he can stop calling local hospitals. I physically - and mentally - facepalm myself. I look at my phone to see that I’d been gone no more than 25 minutes and zero missed calls from Vince. 

I walk in and see Vince who seems relieved. Before the police can ask me anything, I grabbed Vince by the wrist and gently pulled him into the closet bedroom. I’m going to LOVE what he’s got to say. 

“Dude?” I began. “What in the actual fuck? I’d been gone 25 minutes. There was NO need to get the police involved. At all. You didn't even call or text to see where I was or if I was ok, you assumed that I was a missing person. Just because I have a pair of tits and from the country doesn’t mean that I’m missing or that I was taken.”

“True,” he said. “I agree. I’m sorry I didn’t reach out to you first.”

We then rejoined the police and I talked with them to let them know where I went and that I was ok. As they were leaving, all I could think was it was a waste of their time and a waste of tax payer’s money. I sighed a big sigh and asked Vince what the plan was for the day. He said that we have a few more spa treatments; we had our own massages followed by a final couple’s massage.

As much as I love him, I’m glad that I had my own massage. This man is aggravating. I had 90 minutes to myself…well except for the masseuse. Somewhere in the 90 minutes, I’d fallen asleep. Once the massage was over, I was woken up by the door opening up. I open my one eye a hair to see that Vince was walking in. I groaned internally. 

I greeted him as he was laying down on his massage table. Our masseuses switched from the ones we had to the masseuses that specialize in couple massages. I was still tense from when he thought I was missing so the masseuse got their workout in. When the massage was over, we got dressed and decided to split ways for lunch. 

He went to check out the performing arts school while I went to a local bookstore. I found a little hole in the wall Thai restaurant on the way to the bookstore. The food was simple but SO amazing. I found so many books that I wanted and thankfully, they were all on clearance so I got them. After I paid - with Vince’s card, of course - I walked the 6 blocks back to the hotel for a nap. 

I slept for 2 hours and woke up feeling refreshed. I showered (again) and got dressed in skinny jeans and a nice sweater. As I was putting on my perfume, Vince walked into the suite. Minutes later, he found me in the larger bedroom, leaned down to kiss me. I welcomed the kiss. He pulled away a few minutes later. He had pulled away to invite me into the kitchen as he has some champagne, cheese and crackers. I took his hand and we went off to snack before we walked around the city. 

We talked a bit about the conversation from dinner the night before. It wasn’t an easy conversation to have but it was better that we did. Vince blames himself for pushing marriage and kids all the time; he said that he’d always want to go the traditional way for a family and he’s stuck in that mentality but he understands that I don’t need to be married to the person I love and kids may or may not be in my future. He said that he’d be hoping that after all these years, he and I would finally be married. I thanked him for (finally) understanding where I am. 

I looked at the clock and noticed that we finished off three bottles of wine, the cheese and crackers in an hour. I sighed. I went to grab my bag of bandaids to toss in my purse. The way that I felt then and knowing that we’d be doing some walking, I’d need bandaids. When we were cleaning up, we were happy to see that the hotel has a small recycling can in the kitchen next to the garbage can. 

On our way out of the hotel, we saw a sign for a local bar. We stopped there for a few drinks. After having a few more drinks in us, we were able to have a better discussion of the whole me missing vs getting coffee more freely. He apologized again and said that now that he thinks of it, he realizes that it was demeaning and disrespecting me as a female adult…that I would give one hell of a fight, yelling, screaming, hitting and whatnot to prevent me from getting snatched or hurt. He didn’t realize how he set women back 20+ years until we had the conversation. 

Despite him apologizing to me several times, my blood was still boiling. I told him that I’m still mad - and offended - that he thought that I’m incapable of walking a city block and not get hurt. This was one of the things that’s making me think about breaking up with him but I wasn’t going to do it at that time. After having another drink, he paid our tab and we went out for a bit of a walk. He tried to hold my hand but I wouldn’t let him…he knew something was up. 

We found a cute Chinese restaurant for dinner. After we were seated, we were greeted and were handed a beer list. We ordered drinks, egg rolls and fried dumplings for our appetizers; we ordered lo mein, sweet and sour chicken, and beef fried rice for our main course. It didn’t take long for the food and drinks to come out to our table. We dug into our food quietly. About 20 minutes later, our entree’s and refills of our drinks arrived. We thanked the server and dug in. 

We talked about what we’d do for the rest of the night and when check out would be for the hotel the next day. Vince asked if I was still mad at him. I asked him if he wanted me to be honest. He said that he’d rather my honesty than me hiding my thoughts from him. I told him that I’m still livid because he made me feel small and made me feel like he set women back to the 70s but despite the progress has improved for us though we are still discriminated against. I told him that I’ve broken up with men for less than that. He looked stunned at that revelation but he understood that it wasn’t me threatening to end the relationship. 

After eating, we asked for our food to be packed to go, paid the bill and left with our food in our hands. We took our time getting back to the hotel; I actually took his hand this time. He seemed a little surprised but he just smiled. I lost track of the time we were walking but I was tired when we arrived at the hotel. Vince put the food in the fridge while I went to shower. Vince joined me minutes later. He thought that he was being cute but I was still annoyed. I got out and dried off, putting on my pjs. 

I went to the larger bedroom, climbed into bed falling asleep in just moments. I didn’t wake up when he joined me. We slept through the night and woke up around 8 when the alarm on his phone went off. We got up, we both showered again - separately this time - packed up our stuff and checked out. I slept in the car on the way back. 

Once we got back to his place, I grabbed my stuff, loaded my car and headed to my parents’ place. It didn’t take long, thankfully. By the time I got dressed to help them prep for Mother’s Day, they were just waking up. I took the dogs out, fed them and let them loose around the house. We prepped the little bit as my siblings and their families began to arrive. I went upstairs for a quick nap as everyone getting everyone was getting comfortable. About an hour later, I came back down to join the family.

We all had a great time. 

Nothing but a hot mess going on here

It’s been a weird few days since last week.

Thursday night, I spent the night with Vince and it was great to be with him. We did my “tradition” on shitty days of shoveling cookies and ice cream in our faces. I felt like shit after having all the sugar so I drank a ton of water. When we went to bed, I stripped and didn’t bother to put on my pjs; I just wasn’t in the mood to deal with any more clothing plus Vince likes to sleep with a hundred blankets. Go figure. He’s an old man.

Friday morning while we were still in bed, we were talking about going away Saturday early afternoon through Sunday night. We weren’t sure where we would go and even if there was a point but we decided that it would be nice to get away. We figured that we’d go to the casino town a few hours away to have fun. I am not that much a gambler but he is. Figured that I’d suck it up so he would feel supported.

After showering, I went back to join Vince in bed.

“Babe? You wanna?” I ask knowing that he does.

“Yes, babe,” he leaned over to kiss me.

In no time, Vince was thrusting his penis in and out of me hard and fast. I moan his name. I roll us over and ride his penis, taking my time. He’s frustrated but he knows that when I ride him like this, he’s going to cum hard. I pick up a little bit of speed. Vince grabs onto my breasts to sort of “help” me not fall over and thrusts up into me as I slid down his penis. We climaxed together; he moaned my name but instead of moaning his, I moaned C’s. I didn’t realize until I climbed off of Vince’s still rock hard penis.

“Babe?” he asked. “What in the actual fuck? Who is C?”

“Vince, baby,” I said. “I’m so sorry. He’s an old friend…more of a fantasy than anything else.”

“Right, babe,” he said. “Every man that I know or have come across that has seen you wants to be with you sexually. This ‘friend’ wants you whether he realizes that he’s a fantasy or not. Did you have sex with him?”

“I have had so many chances to screw many guys - including him - when we first started dating, when we broke up and when we recently got back together,” I said. “Vince, you fucked shit up when you two timed me, got married and lying about it, hitting me….I could’ve done many a things and my friend is not one of them. We both had the opportunity years ago but unlike you, babe, neither he nor I cheat on whom we’re with.”

It was clear that he was pissed that I called him out on his behavior. He knew that I was telling the truth that C and I have not been intimate (recently) but he was hurt….more hurt than he should be.

“Babe,” I said. “I love you and I want us to work. You need to understand that not everyone is hiding anything and everything. Look, I am sorry that I said his name instead of yours. I am not going to hide behind the fact that I have thought about him. We all have a fantasy person that we would want a ‘free pass’ with or a celeb crush that we thought about what it would be like to have sex with them. I would be upset with you if you moaned someone else’s name but I wouldn’t be down your throat about asking whether or not you’re being intimate with them. I am leaving and I will see you later in therapy. It’s only one session today. And it doesn’t look like that we’ll go away tomorrow as you’re still mad at me and that we have several sessions tomorrow morning.”

I left his place and went to my place. I gathered my laundry, started a load and cleaned the apartment. I had called C to talk to him about the situation, telling him that I appreciate the friendship but taking a few steps back as Vince and I need to work things out. He was flattered that he was my fantasy but he agreed with Vince that I am in deep shit with him. He encouraged me to work shit out with Vince. We hung up and I order dinner.

I am half way through a bottle of wine when dinner arrives. I thank and tip the driver. I love the restaurant I ordered from and their food but sometimes some of what I ordered is missing, I get other another person’s order, I get a combination of my food and someone else’s or I get my food plus a few extra things. I really don’t care as I still enjoy the food. I did email the owner twice previously just to give them a heads up so they were aware and that they don’t need to worry too much as I get the fact that we’re all human. Thankfully, my order was mostly correct with a few extra items. I made a mental note to swing by the restaurant to pay for the extra food as I’d hate the thought of them losing their business for not getting paid for the food that they sent out.

I watch a movie as I eat. I text a few people to catch up with them as I finish the movie. After the movie, I cleaned up and went to bed knowing that therapy would be a bitch the next day.

I got up around 7 and headed to therapy; it was a solo visit followed by Vince’s solo visit and then we went together 2 hours after his solo visit as the therapist had other patients to work with. The session with the both of us was super tough and it was hard to get through. It was worth it though because Vince understood that what I did the day before was as hurtful to him as his previous actions were towards me and that we’re humans and that we make mistakes.

When we left the therapist’s office, Vince asked if I had a bag packed for the night. I told him that I did but it’s at home. He asked me to go home to go pick it up and then head back to his place as we’re still going out for a night. I nodded my head and left. It didn’t take long to grab my bag and head back to his place. I was grateful that my dogs were at my parents’ getting spoiled rotten. Love those little stinkers! 

I got to Vince’s and let myself in. Vince greets me seconds later, half dressed as he had just stepped out of the shower. I start stripping; leaving my clothes where they land, grab Vince by the hand and lead him up to his room. We start kissing; he yanks off his pants and his boxer briefs. I stroke his hardening penis and he moans my name.  I know that he can't make it to the bed so I sweep stuff off his one dresser, lean over said dresser and spread my legs. Vince slides his penis inside my dripping wet apex and thrusted fast and hard; we climaxed together moments later.

We get dressed, pack the car and head to the casino town a few hours from us. Thankfully he drove because I’m there would be no way that I’d be capable of driving at the moment.  I couldn’t wait to get to the hotel and change into the outfit that I’d packed. It was form fitting and showed a ton of my breasts. Vince and I talk a little bit about me moaning C’s name but we don’t linger on it. It was easy to tell that he was still hurt but not as in much as shock as he was yesterday.

As we get closer, I feel rather frisky so I slide my hand over to his crotch and start rubbing my hand over his penis. Vince swerves and then corrects the car. I continue to rub his penis for the few remaining minutes before arriving at the hotel. He parks, gets out and checks in as I gather our stuff. He comes back a few minutes later to help me bring things up to the room. We were given an amazing room with a great view. As soon as the door closed behind us, we stripped leaving our clothes right where we dropped them.

I barely made it on the massive couch before Vince was deep inside of me and pounding me hard, grabbing a tight hold of my breasts. I moan his name loudly and wrapped my legs around his waist. I gently press my hands against his chest using my fingers to massage his nipples. Vince just about screamed my name and pounded me even harder. He leaned down to suck my nipples, gently grazing them with his teeth.

“I’m so close, baby,” I moaned, holding his head at my my breasts. “Yessssssssss, baby.”

Vince bit the base of my neck; my apex clamped around his thick penis. He bit me again but harder and leaving marks this time. I climaxed hard then he climaxed after me, pulling out when he finished. We lay there, panting. I finally get up. 

I take a quick shower and start getting ready. I hear snoring so I go wake up Vince. He hops in the shower as I finish getting ready. I figured that it’d be somewhat dark in the casino so my hair and makeup are minimal. 

I slide the dress on hoping that Vince will like it; it’s navy blue, low cut and form fitting. My breasts are about to fall out. I put on my stilettos, grab my wallet, phone and charger to place inside a small purse. I bump into Vince as he leaves the bathroom. He’s in jeans, a navy blue polo shirt and penny loafer shoes. I thought he looked stunning. I went to kiss him and his hands were all over me. I toss my purse on the couch so I could wrap my arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. 

We pulled away from each other as we knew that we’d never leave the room if we continued. I glanced down to see if he were hard and he was, so I told him that he take care of it as I fix my lipstick. I could hear him in the bathroom grunt as he was stroking himself. Seconds later I hear him wash his hands.

“Ready, babe?” Vince asked teaching for my hand. “I’ve already won the jackpot by being with you. You’ll bring me more luck tonight.”

“Yes, darling. I’m ready,” I said taking his hand, grabbing my purse knowing how tonight in the casino would be. “I hope that I bring you as much luck as you’ve brought me.”

Once we were in the hallway heading to the elevator that would bring us to the casino, my left hand was in the crook of his right elbow and I was a step behind him, looking down at the floor. When we got into the elevator, he pulled me close tucking me under his arm, grabbing my ass. I kind of liked his dominance over me. It didn’t take the elevator long to take us to the casino floor. As we exited, my left hand was back in the crook of his right elbow and I was one step behind him. 

“Baby. This is why you’re to behave the way you are now. Men are looking at you, desiring you. Wanting to be with you,” Vince said. “I’m extremely turned on right now. You’re like this now with your breasts about to fall out of your bra and dress but I get the full you later. I’ll gamble with you right next to me so I can have my arms around you.”

“You know that I’m only like this just for tonight, right, baby?” I ask. “I’m allowing you to be dominant just this once and when we get back to the room, it’s going back to the way it was before…us being equal. I’ll be in your arms as you gamble but I’ll whisper dirty things in your ear to remind you what you’ll be getting later, baby. Let’s get going!” 

Vince led us to the craps table so he could play and teach me. After watching and learning, I whispered in his ear that the dice reminded me of when his balls are in my hands and that I’d like to blow on them before tossing them. He instantly got hard handing the dice over to me. He put a few chips here and there then I threw the dice. The casino employee declared Vince and I the winners of $400. He pulled me in under his arm, grabbing my ass; I bit his earlobe gently and he moaned. My plan to make him hard and to keep him hard was working. 

We collected the chips that we won and went off to a dark corner. I started rubbing his dick and he moaned my name. He pulled my breasts out of my dress to suck and bite as I undid his pants button and zipper to reach his hard penis and stroked him. Seconds later, he climaxed, spilling his essence right on the rug. He tucked himself back in as I put myself back into my bra and dress. We reached over to the hand sanitizer stand and went to the the black jack tables.

The card dealer wouldn’t let me stand next to Vince so I stood right behind his chair with one hand on his back and the other stroking the back of his neck. After betting the $400 we just won, he played a few full hands winning $2,000. I was surprised that he won that much as his cards were shit but he was great at bluffing (I can look right through him though!). He lead us to the slots. 

I was at his arm when a casino employee was walking with a tray of cocktails. He couldn’t stop looking so I asked him to stop, leaned over more than I should’ve to grab 2 drinks and thanked him. Vince tipped him before he could walk away.

“Here’s a drink for you, love,” I said handing him one. 

He took it from me and drank it slowly as I drank mine quickly as it was a shot. After winning some, Vince and I switched so I could play the slots. Drinks kept coming over and we both kept drinking. Vince left to get bottles of water for us and he came back to me getting the both of us another drink. I switched from shots to cranberry vodkas and he stayed with Jack Daniels. 

When I stood up to thank him, he grabbed my elbow so I wouldn’t fall. Once I was steady, I leaned forwards to hug him, biting his ear lobe. I whispered in his ear that I’m ready for him to take advantage of me. We finished our drinks, he cashed out and we headed to the elevator. 

I didn’t care who was in the elevator with us…I was massaging Vince’s penis over his pants. We didn’t have many floors to go and he was ready to bust. 

The second we opened the door, Vince carried me over to the bed laying me down on my back, lifted my dress and slid his penis in me. 

"Baby?" Vince asked. "Are you ok, my love? You sure you want me to continue, baby?"

"Vince," I said moaning, "Please, baby. I want you."

Vince gently thrusted in and out of my apex, checking in with me from time to time to make sure that I was ok and that I wanted this - he has always made sure that I consent prior to having sex after having a few drinks. Minutes later, I climaxed so hard but he continued gently thrust in me and climaxed not long after I did. He pulled out, changed and ordered room service as I slept a little bit.

After a bit, Vince woke me up and gave me a bottle of water with some Advil. I took only 1 Advil with a full 16 ounce bottle followed by another bottle. I stood up, got out of my dress to hang it up. I noticed that it was wrinkled when I took it off so once it was on a hanger, I hung it up in the bathroom so the steam of the next hot shower would release the wrinkles. I took out my contacts, put on my glasses and one of Vince's shirts prior to the hotel's restaurant staff brought our food. I took him by the hand and led him to the mini balcony. He knew what was on my mind.

I leaned slightly against the three foot tall bannister/fence, stuck my hips out, Vince slid his penis into my apex and began to take me hard and fast. He gently grabbed a section of my hair, guided my head back and kissed my neck.

“Yessssssssss, my love,” I moaned. “You feel so good, baby!”

Vince continued to thrust his in and out of me, filling me with his thick penis. He moved my hips a little closer to the railing and continues to slide in me. His penis hits my apex walls a little differently and I begin to scream his name. He thrusts himself deeper, harder and faster in me and we climax together. After we catch our breath, he pulls out and sees that I climaxed so hard on him that his penis is dripping wet. 

He turns me so I face him. I lean against the railing, spreading my legs. He moans and slides his penis in me again, pounding fast and hard. After a few minutes, he thrusts a little harder in me not caring that the cement railing is scratching me. I groan in pleasure and minor discomfort from the railing. Vince pulls out, carries me to the bed and slams his penis in my apex and proceeds to fuck me as his life depended on it. He kept the pace after he climaxed and then pinched my nipples. I climaxed so hard. 

Not long after, someone brought the food up and all I could smell was garlic. This man that I love knows me. Vince thanked the employee, tipping heavily and closed the door. Vince brought in the food cart and lifted the lid. I saw two very garlicky pasta primavera dinners, two champagne flutes and a VERY expensive bottle of champagne. I leaned up and kissed Vince tenderly. He knows the way to my heart....through garlic, alcohol and food. 

We talked and had a good laugh about the night. He thought that everything would go according to plan, forgetting that I am a little bit mischievous and admitted that he had fun. I told him that I am not usually the one to be submissive in any manner - which he said that he was well aware of - but I had fun as well and that I felt that it was a bit of a way to show me off. He laughed very hard because he knows that I'd rather be a wallflower rather than be the center of attention. 

Vince was a little annoyed that his plan didn't work out as he had expected but he knows me better than that; I am anything but submissive. We both enjoyed our dinners and champagne. As we were eating dinner, we were discussing what our next steps were. Therapy seemed to be going well and we are still in love, Vince wants to get married and have 2 to 4 kids but I am not sure what I want with him. I still don't want marriage as I don't need a piece of paper stating that I love someone and will spend a lifetime with them...as for kids? I don't want them with Vince at this moment. If we are together in a year or two and no longer in therapy, then maybe I'll have a kid with him (he'd be 60 years old in two years). He wasn't thrilled with me not wanting to get married nor having kids with him but he understands that I am very wary of what the future holds and he also knows that I don't fully trust him anymore. 

"Babe," Vince said taking a sip of the champagne. "I get that you don't trust me 100% because I physically assaulted you and that you often wonder if I will again; I can sense that you're still walking on eggshells around me and I see you flinch quite too often when I’m near you. Again, I am so so sorry for hitting you. My apologies, both current and future actions and therapy will never take it back. I will continue to show you that it was an isolated incident. I have loved you for a very long time and I will continue to love you, my darling. I am saddened that you still feel the same way about marriage and that as of right now, you don't want to have children with me, however I do understand both. Neither of us knows what the future holds for us, but my darling love, I want my future to be with you."

I stood up, walked over to Vince and sat next to him. I leaned over to kiss him on his cheek.

"I love you more than anything, my love," I said, grabbing his hands in mine. "It's true that I walk on eggshells and flinch. We're working on this and I see that you are trying to figure out what caused you to hit me and why you hit me. Baby, it's going to take some time that I won't walk on eggshells and won't flinch. It hurts to say it and equally as painful to hear it. I want more than anything to spend our lives together but neither of us can see into the future nor have an answer of what will happen to us. A marriage license, to me, is just a piece of paper stating that two people love each other....I don't need a piece of paper stating that I love you. Don't get me wrong about kids; I wanted to have several kids with you when we were both younger but with both of us getting older - mainly you, love - I don't see kids for us at this time but if we are still together and better than where we are now, I don't see why we can't have at least one child in a year or so."

I could tell that Vince was fading. I looked at the clock and it showed that it was 2 am.

"Baby? Go to bed," I said. "I'll clean up, pack the food to put it in the fridge and will put the cart out in the hallway. I'll join you soon, ok?"

Vince nodded, finishing his champagne, poured a little more to drink and then went to go brush his teeth. There was about half of the champagne left and I didn't want it to go to waste so I finished it then continued to pack up our food and got rid of the cart. I called down to reception to let them know that the cart was in the hallway and wished them a good night. I hopped into the shower, brushed my teeth and joined Vince in bed.

"My love," I said. "Move over a little. You're hogging the bed."

He moved so I could get in bed with him. I didn't bother with the sheets as Vince wrapped me up in his arms. In seconds, I fell asleep feeling safe in the arms of the man that I love, feeling him stroke my nipples and the folds of my apex

I know what all of you are thinking….

Like why did I not take my birth control? And why did I have unprotected sex with a man that hit me and could hit me again? Love makes people do crazy things. Abusers claim that they’re going to change but they all don’t. Vince - I know for a fact - is wanting to change….not just for me but for him as well. 

To answer the first question about not taking my birth control; it’s not like I purposely skipped it to get pregnant. I’d been wrapped up with Vince, this job and other very personal things that I’m unwilling to share that I’d just simply forgotten to take it  

To answer the second question about having sex with a man that hit me and can possibly hit me again….I honestly believe that it was a one time thing. He knew what he did was wrong and is actively working on himself so he doesn’t repeat hitting/abusing me again or hitting someone else.

By mid morning on Saturday - after I’d gotten back to my place - I took a birth control pill (yes, I know…too late) and a morning after pill. I’d looked at a calendar hanging up in the kitchen and figured that it was only 2 days in a row that I’d missed a pill but the other days in this month I did, in fact, take it. The morning after pill would do it’s job and I needed to get back on track with my birth control. 

Around 4 pm on Saturday, Vince stopped by to talk about the night before. He apologized for not giving me a better warning about hiring the band for a little bit and also stated that he felt that I need to take a morning after pill because we aren’t where we should be if we were to have a child. 

I told him that I accepted his apology and that I was hours ahead of him with taking the morning after pill. He said that if I do end up pregnant, he will support me emotionally and monetarily no matter what I decide. He knew - deep down - that if I did end up pregnant, I’d have an abortion…I wouldn’t be able to carry the fetus to term and NOT have an attachment to it. 

He leant down to kiss me good bye. I told him that I wanted him to stay for dinner and for the night but it was his choice. He accepted and thanked me then went out to his car to get his bag. 

I had homemade sauce going since I’d gotten home so I figured that I’d get my biggest baking pan and make lasagna; it was the plan from the beginning. While I was preparing the pan, the ricotta cheese, finely grated parmesano cheese, parsley, eggs and everything Vince had opened a bottle of wine that he’d brought, bringing me a glass. I finished the lasagna making process and tossed it in the oven. 

Finally I’d taken a sip of the wine that Vince brought; I’d  heard and read great reviews of the brand. The wine was much better than I expected. We grabbed our glasses and the bottle and headed to the backyard. He asked about the dogs so I told him that they were at my parents for a few more hours as I did a deep cleaning of my place but I said that I’d make sure that at least one of them would be around the next time he was around. He said that he’d love that but I better be careful because I may be missing a dog when he leaves. I laughed so hard. I went up on my toes to kiss him. 

Vince kissed me back with such passion that I’ve never experienced either with him or with anyone else. We put our wine glasses on the table so we wouldn’t drop the them and waste such good wine. I reached up to rest my hand on his neck and to guide him deeper into the kiss. He lifts my skirt to pull my panties down but soon realizes that I’m not wearing any: I pull away and lean over the bannister/guard rail of the deck. Vince unzips pants and slides his penis into my apex and I groan.

Vince slides his penis in and and out of me gently as he reaches around to grab my breasts from under my shirt, rubbing my nipples. 

“Yes,” I moan. “Don’t stop, baby.”

“Wasn’t planning on stopping, beautiful,” he groaned. 

He slowly picks up the pace, thrusting in and out of me a little faster. With each thrust, we were closer to climaxing together. Moment later, he finished seconds before I did. 

“Baby,” Vince said, panting. “I hate to break this up but the timer for the lasagna is going off. As much as we both want to take this to your bedroom but there’s no way way I’m going to let you burn your famous lasagna!” 

I nodded my head in agreement, fixed my skirt as he put his pants back on, we grabbed our wine glasses, the wine, I took his hand and we went inside. 

As Vince topped off our wine as I pulled the lasagna out of the oven, turned the oven off and set the timer for 15 minutes to allow the lasagna to set. From there, I set the table as Vince made a small salad. Before the timer for the lasagna went off, I checked to see if it had set and thankfully it did. 

I cut a decent sized slice for Vince, adding a few slices of Italian bread to his plate and brought the plate over to him at the table then I served myself. We talked about how therapy went for us together and discussed what our future could be like if we kept moving forward in this upward direction. As we cleaned up, we continued our conversation from dinner. We talked about everything and anything that we could think of finishing 3 bottles of wine.

As we were winding down, it was 1:30 am - we were tired and buzzed. Vince contemplated leaving but I told him that I had already taken his keys hiding them as he wasn’t fit to drive. He said that it was a 12 minute drive on non highway roads and I responded that it’s late, we didn’t sleep much the night before and that he drank too much. He knew that I was right and agreed to spend the night. 

He went up to my room so he could go to bed as I finished cleaning up. Before heading upstairs, I made sure that all the doors and windows are locked, set the security alarm, grabbed a few bottles of water from the fridge, turned off the lights and went upstairs. I put the bottles in my room, strip and my put my clothes in my laundry basket, take a quick shower and join Vince in bed. 

I try not to move much as Vince was already asleep and I didn’t want to wake him up. Not long after going to bed, I fell asleep. Sometime in the night, Vince rolls over pulling me closer to him and wrapped his arms around me, waking me up. I could smell his cologne that still lingered. I smiled and fell back asleep, feeling safe in the arms of the man I love. 

We slept in until 9:30. I get up to shower, brush my teeth and get dressed, leaving Vince to take his time. By the time he gets downstairs in a spare set of clothes that he’d left behind, the coffee is ready and the grits are almost done - I make grits the right way…in a pot. I take them off the heat as Vince kissed me good morning, I kiss him back but I pull back a few minutes later. I offer him a mug of cup of coffee before I serve him a bowl of garlic and butter grits. I serve myself a small amount and then pack up the rest for another breakfast or even a dinner. 

After we talk a bit, he gets up and states that he needs to head out to his sister in law’s for a bit. I go up on my toes and kiss him good bye. I don’t say anything but I know that he’s got something on his mind. After he leaves, I clean up and take my birth control and a morning after pill. I take the rest of Saturday and all of Sunday to get ready for work. 

Monday I returned to work bright and early. I leave on time for once so I can make it to couples therapy. It was not as tough as the previous week’s but it was still hard; the same was for anger management. We went several times to both therapies and we split the week alternating night at each other’s places. 

Thursday I was fired - long story - but I am 100% ok with it. It had nothing to do with bad behavior nor write ups nor anything else on my end. It was their lack of faith in me and training me for the work; they failed to support me when I needed it.

After leaving, I dropped my stuff at my house, grabbed the bag I had already packed for the weekend at Vince’s. He knew what happened and didn’t say anything when I entered his condo. He just hugged me for a long time, kissing me on the top of my head. When we finally let go, Vince said that he had ordered food and that it should be arriving soon. 

“Want a glass of wine, baby?” Vince asked me as he brushed hair away from my face. “I have a few different brands that you like.”

“Sure,” I said, leaning into his hand. “Your choice, baby. I’m going upstairs to shower.”

Vince nodded his head, kissing my cheek. I grab my bag and head upstairs. I take a quick shower, take out my contacts, put on an oversized shirt, put on my glasses and headed downstairs.

An exciting moment turned into such a sweet date

I was supposed to pack up my stuff this past Thursday night as that was my last day of the week that I was going to spend at Vince’s, but I didn’t. 

I woke up an hour earlier than I was supposed to for work Friday morning so I ended up picking up all my clothes that I left all over and put them in a plastic bag; I put Vince’s in his laundry basket and started his laundry. I showered, brushed my teeth and was contemplating what I was going to eat for breakfast and pack for lunch. As I was making my coffee, I decided to have my leftovers from the previous night as my lunch and decided to have a banana for breakfast. 

Vince came down moments later in just sweatpants and was towel drying his hair. Fuck. He looked so damn handsome like this. We met eyes and we ran back to the bedroom and had sex twice more before I needed to finish getting ready for work. Before I left, he asked me if I wanted to go out on an actual date with him that night (Friday) with him. I said yes! It’s been too long since I’ve been out on an actual date. 

While at work, I kept asking Vince where he was taking me that night but he kept telling me that it was a surprise. I couldn’t keep my excitement down so the team that I’ve been working with were asking me why I was so excited. So I told them; they were happy for me. They were asking me how we met, how long we’ve known each other; they told me to bring extra pepper spray, take a picture of his license plate and send it to someone. I said I would but I knew that I wouldn’t - except for the extra pepper spray. 

As soon as work was over, I signed out of everything, locked the computer and made a mad dash to the time clock to clock out. I flew out of the building, drove home to wash my face, redid my makeup and put on lipstick. I ran back out and drove the 11 minutes to Vince’s; I let myself in and called his name. 

He came downstairs and looked amazing; dress slacks, casual button down shirt, casual jacket and dressy shoes. I felt so under dressed. I went up to him and started kissing him. I was in the process of taking his jacket off when he stopped me. He told me to wait for the end of the date and he went to the bathroom to get my lipstick off of his stunning lips. Using the compact in my purse, I fixed my lipstick. 

I grabbed two water bottles from the fridge and joined this very sexy man in the foyer. We left, locking up behind us, got into the convertible…heading the opposite way I thought we were going. I placed my hand on his thigh dangerously close to his penis; he swerved, looked at me and told me to give him a heads up next time.

“Heads up,” I said, reaching over a little bit more, resting my hand on his now hardening penis. He pulled over to a secluded area, told me to get out of the car. I giggled and said ok. He grabbed me by the hand to bring me to the hood of the car. He told me to drop my jeans and panties. I said that I can drop my jeans but not my panties as I wasn’t wearing any. I heard him unbuckle his belt so I took off my pants, placed my hands on the hood and leaned forward. Seconds later, Vince slid his penis into my wet apex and was pounding me. As I was moaning, he told me to be quiet. I giggled and moaned a little louder. He continued to pound his penis in me and we climaxed together moments later. We quickly got ourselves redressed and hopped into the car.

About 15 minutes later, we arrived to the first part of the date. Axe throwing. I asked him if he thoroughly thought this through. He laughed and said yes he did. I giggled. We walked in and there was a big crowd of people. We checked in, got to our lane, listened to the instructions and then we started throwing axes. We had so much fun. After our hour long reservation time was up, we went out to take a stroll as then night was still warm. 

We walk past this group of guys…Vince’s instincts kicked in, dropped my hand to wrap his arm over one of my shoulders, down my back and put his hand in my back jeans pocket pulling me closer to him. I was too distracted with how handsome Vince was to realize that he was laying his claim on me in front of the guys. When we turned the corner, one of the guys from the group was right behind us. 

He straight up asked why Vince was protecting me. Vince turned his head to the guy telling him that he’s been a student of life and a teacher for years and knew that he and his friends all wanted me. I started to shake. Vince turned his attention back to me asking if I was ok; I nodded my head yes. 

We continued our walk until we found a restaurant we both agreed on. Before going in, I asked Vince why he just couldn’t hold my hand earlier and he said that he wanted to get the message across that I was with him. I clarified that I wasn’t really with him; we’re working on being a couple again. He looked a bit saddened at that. I grabbed his hand and headed inside the restaurant.

The host sat us outside in the back corner near their water fountain statue. I moved my chair to be closer to Vince and to also look at the water fountain. I knew that I’d upset him and he still looked like he was. I whispered his name. He looked at me, not smiling. I leaned in closer to kiss him, sliding him some tongue. He opened his mouth and kissed me as passionately as I kissed him. We both had to pull away as we knew that if we kissed longer, I’d end up on the table with his penis in me.

A few minutes later, our server came over with water and a plate of marinated olives. We placed our food and drink orders. After the server left, Vince and I were talking about where he and I go from after this date. He was quite attentive to me; gave me his jacket as I was cold, put his arm around my shoulders to bring me closer to him.

Our server brought our drinks out and they were quite different than what we ordered. Before either of us could say something, the server said that he got his manager’s ok to upgrade our drinks for free because we look so in love and happy together. We thanked our server and enjoyed our cosmos….in really big glasses. Our entrées came out as well as fresh cosmos…I was a little worried that neither of us would be ok to drive back to his place. Vince told me not to worry. 

We enjoyed our food and drinks. When the server cleared our plates and asked if we wanted dessert, we said that we’re too stuffed at the moment but we’d like to have our dessert to go so we placed the order. The bill, the desserts and a small refill of the cosmos came out. Again, Vince told me to relax. I nodded and dropped it. He paid the bill as we were finishing the drinks. After getting his card back, we grabbed the desserts, thanked the server and left. It was clear then that my cosmos had liquor in them whereas Vince’s did not as I was unsteady on my feet.

We took our time walking to his car. He helped me get in. When he got in and started driving back to his place, he asked if I wanted to spend the night and I said that I did. He asked me to text a mutual friend with just the word ‘yes’. I didn’t ask why but I sent the text. 

I fell asleep in the car on the way back to Vince’s. He gently called my name as he squeezed my knee. I woke up, turned to him and smiled. He told me that we’re almost back to his place, leaving his hand on my leg. I placed my hand on his, interlocking our fingers. We got to his place a few minutes later. 

When he helped me out of the car, he said that he had one last surprise. I looked at him….he told me that he knows that I hate surprises but he wanted to warn me of the surprise instead saying “Surprise!”.  I groaned. 

Inside the living room were the members of one of my favorite country bands….the band from the cd that Vince and I were listening to the other night. I was definitely surprised and shocked. I started to cry. The band was freaking out a little bit and so was Vince. I pulled him to the corner of the room. 

“Vince,” I said. “There’s absolutely NO warning for a surprise like this. You could’ve told me in the car that it was a big surprise! I love you and I appreciate the gesture but this is big!” 

He looked like he was a bit pissed off at me even though he is well aware that I hate ALL surprises but hated the bigger ones more. He apologized to me. I kissed him on the cheek and headed back to the band. I apologized to them for my reaction. I was literally surprised with such an amazing gift that I had no words for so I cried. They were shocked that I hate surprises. I changed the subject quickly….I offered them anything to drink but they declined. I quickly ran to the bathroom to wash my face and then went into the kitchen to grab water. 

Since I was a tad bit upset with Vince, I sat about a foot from him. The band saw that and they all looked at each other. I told them that whenever they’re ready, Vince and I were ready. They nodded and started playing. I recognized the intro immediately. I closed my eyes, listening…I didn’t realize that I was singing aloud for a bit until the song was almost over. Immediately I shut my mouth and opened my eyes to see if anyone was looking at me. No one was but I’m sure that someone or everyone heard me. Oh well. 

The band played all of my favorites songs of theirs. By the time they were singing the last song last night, Vince kissed the top of my head and asked me to marry him. I froze where I was, tuning everything out. The band finished their last song - which I found out later that night was the song that Vince specifically requested to be played at the end - and I forced myself to smile and thank them for interrupting their busy schedule to come sing at a super private event/party. They thanked us for being gracious hosts. 

When they left, I went to Vince’s liquor cabinet and poured my self two fingers of tequila. I slowly slipped it, knowing that Vince would want to talk to me about not answering his question. I’m finished with what I poured, placed the glass in the dishwasher and then looked for him. I found him upstairs in his room holding a ring box. The floor by the door frame creaked when I stood in the door frame. 

“Hey. Can I come in?” I asked. Vince nodded his head yes. “Wanna talk with me?”

“I figured that with the progress we’ve made, the progress we’re going to make and how tonight was going, I thought that you’d say yes,” Vince said. I sat next to him, resting my hand on his thigh. “Do you love me, babe?”

“Are you kidding me? Of course I love you, hot stuff!” I said. “I froze because I didn’t know how to answer when you asked. I still don’t have an answer for you other than let’s see how therapy goes. You hoped that I would. Baby? Why is it so important to you that we marry? Isn’t our love more important than a piece of paper?”

“Our love is amazing and of course, we don’t need a piece of paper stating that we love each other. I learned that the hard way,” Vince said. “I was hoping you’d say yes then tell me that you’d rather have a long engagement or something.” 

“At the end of the day, my love,” I responded, taking his face in my hands, kissing him on the mouth. “We love each other and we’re working as a team. That’s what matters.”

He nodded in agreement and kissed me back. I thanked him for the amazing date and the band; I was totally blown away by him and his generosity. There was energy left in us so we decided to watch a movie. He was setting up the tv and the DVD player so I went to change in one of his old shirts - and no panties, of course - came back downstairs, wanting to make a ton of buttered popcorn, raided the fridge for orange juice. The question I had for both myself and Vince was vodka or sparkling wine in the orange juice. 

“Vince? If you had a choice, sparkling wine or vodka?” I asked. “Which one would your prefer to drink?”

“Beautiful…” Vince said as he walked from the living room,  leaning down to kiss me, sliding his hands up to my breasts. “Why do you ask? Trying to get me drunk?”

“No need to,” I replied. “You’re not that much of a drinker. If you HAD to pick one of them, which would you pick, love?”

“You,” he said. “I’d pick you. But to drink? Vodka.”

“Well, of course you’d pick me! Thanks for answering about the drink,” I said. “Can you please toss a few blankets on the couch when you head back?”

Vince said he would and dipped down to kiss me, slipping his tongue in my mouth. I almost dropped the bowl in my hand so I ungracefully tossed it on the counter. I pulled closer to Vince to deepen the kiss, resting my hands on his chest. He moved us closer to the counter, hefting my pasty white ass up on the counter…I spread my legs and he thrusted his penis inside of me; we moaned together. I nibbled his neck; he lost control and thrusted in and out of me. I loved this side of him. I lifted his shirt, taking it off of him so I could flick his man nipples. It drove him nuts and made him thrust even harder; he grabbed two fistfuls of my hair, gently pulling down so he could expose my neck…he leaned down to kiss my neck. I moaned. This man knew my weakness. Seconds later, we climaxed together. 

We stayed like this for a few minutes. He pulled out and pulled away, helping me down and he cleaned where we were. I turned to use the microwave to make the popcorn, poured orange juice in super large glasses, added a few ice cubes, a straw in each glass and added a number of shots of vodka to the juice, making sure I used the straws to stir the juice and vodka together.

I brought the glasses out, went back in to pour the one bag of popcorn in the bowl and put two more bags of popcorn in the microwave. Minutes later, the other bags were ready so I added them to the bowl. I grabbed some napkins and a little container of hand sanitizer to use after eating popcorn. I plopped on the couch, spilling some popcorn and asked Vince what we were going to watch. He named a ridiculous rom-com that we both enjoy. 

Vince took a sip of his drink and nearly choked. I accidentally gave him the strong one that I made for myself. I then gave him the right glass, chuckling that he didn’t want the stronger drink. We started the movie - the beginning was fine but started getting super cheesy…He started to throw the remaining popcorn at me so I started to throw some at him. During this popcorn fight, a popcorn landed in my drink and I pretended to be mad at him for polluting my orange flavored vodka. He laughed. I looked at the rug. 

We look at each other and then we race to see who gets to the vacuum first. Thanks to the drinking and my socks, I slipped on the kitchen floor and landed on the rug in the hallway, laughing.  Vince checked on me before vacuuming and then went on his way to clean. It took less than 5 minutes as it wasn’t that big a mess to clean up. I was not interested in moving so I stayed put. Coming back, Vince was laughing because I didn’t move. He helped me up from the floor.

Once I was standing, I looked up at Vince; his eyes were full of lust and his body was trembling. He ASKED if he could kiss me so I said yes. He took my face in one his hands, he started kissing my neck and headed towards my mouth, sliding his tongue in. I open my mouth to welcome him in and kiss him back. With one hand, he’s gripping my hair and with the other, he’s squeezing one of my sensitive breasts so tightly. 

I start taking his clothes off; in no time, he was naked. I reach down to stroke him…he’s already hard as a rock. He moaned when I firmly grasped him with both of my hands. 

 

“Baby girl,” he moaned. “I want and need to be in you desperately. I gotta take a cold shower or something because I don’t want take you like this - like all we want is our needs fulfilled immediately. Tonight, we’ll take our time, ok?”

I nodded. He went up to take a shower while I cleaned up the rest of the mess we made. I refreshed our drinks, saved the popcorn, put dirty dishes in the dishwasher and made the dishwasher run. I grabbed the blankets that we didn’t use back in the linen closet. I raided my purse to grab a small perfume vial to refresh my perfume and then stood under a fan to help dissipate the strength a little bit. Counterintuitive? Probably but I didn’t want my perfume to be overwhelming. 

I heard Vince thud down the few stairs he has and walked into the kitchen. I walked over to him to hug him and he kissed the top of my head. I looked up at Vince and smiled. He asked if I wanted to go to bed with him, I nodded my head yes. He took me by my hand and lead me to his room…we’re taking our clothes off, leaving our clothes fall where they land.

Vince took what seemed forever to kiss and caress my body - I was wet the second he started sucking my nipples; I moaned his name as I held his head at my breasts. I don’t want him to stop but yet at the same time, I wanted his penis deep inside of my aching apex. He must have read my mind as he slid onto the bed between my legs, sitting on his heels and stroking his hard penis.

“My love,” Vince huskily whispered in surprise. “You’re so fertile right now, darling. You’re not taking you’re birth control right now??”

“Yes, I’m fertile right now baby and not on the pill,” I replied, spreading my legs further apart. “I’m sure about this as I’m sure about you. I want you to be able to be a dad.”

Within seconds, Vince enters my apex with his pulsating penis…he felt so good. After 3 slow thrusts in me, he picks up the pace a little bit. He leans down to suck and nibble one of my breasts and using his hand to squeeze my other breast. I’m so close to finishing but I tell myself to hold off as much as I can. 

“You feel so good,” he moaned as he thrusted in me, lifting my right leg onto his shoulder. “Knowing that you’re unprotected is so incredibly sexy and beautiful!”

“Take me, baby,” I moaned moving my leg to the opposite shoulder and put my left leg on his shoulder. “Enjoy yourself, love. Fill me.”

Vince growled my name started pumping his penis in and out of me like there was no tomorrow. He tilted my hips up so he could go deeper and thrusted a few more times before exploding, screaming my name; we stayed like this for several minutes so all of his essence could enter me. 

Vince groaned when he pulled his still hard penis out of me. I asked what was wrong - he said that he doesn’t ever want to leave my apex. I reached down to take his penis in my hands and started stroking him. He rolled onto his back so I could take his penis in my mouth. I licked his penis from its base to its tip and did my best to take all of him in my mouth. It didn’t take him long to get hard again. 

I took him out of my mouth, straddled his hips, centering the now wet tip of his penis to my apex and slid ALL the way down his penis. We moaned together. 

“That’s it, baby,” Vince moaned. “You feel so amazing. I’m so close!”

He flips us over so I’m on my back, enters my apex and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Knowing that my apex is unprotected, Vince rode me with wild abandon and with such force that it turned me on. I begged him not to stop as I lifted my hips. Seconds later, we finished together, with Vince filling me up with his essence. 

“Baby,” Vince whispered. “My god, you’re amazing. I want to fill your cervix up all night, my love.”

“Yes, my love,” I moaned as Vince slid himself back into my apex. “Fill me all night, my love.”

We were awake all night, making love like it was the last night we had together. By the time we finally fell asleep, my apex was sore and partially swollen. 

What a day!

Thursday I get to work with time to spare so I made myself more coffee, filled my travel mug a few times with water (didn’t drink any water at Vince’s before I left), texted a few people, clocked in and started doing my thing. 

By 9ish, everyone feels something weird in the air….like something strange is going to happen soon. Let me clarify, we  knew that whatever was going to happen was NOT going to harm us but we knew it was too early for this shit to happen. 

The town that I work in had a water main bust and we were a boil water advisory, we lost power for a few minutes and we were fine for awhile until we lost power again for close to an hour - which took our IT team, our facilities manager and a sister location’s IT team to fix - we were fine for most of the day until we lost the phones and computers again. Thankfully it was for a brief time. It’s was difficult to get things done but we all did our best. 

I was able to leave on time - thankfully. Vince had two therapy appointments yesterday; the therapists worked at the same office/company but one specializes in anger management and the the other in couples therapy. It didn’t take me too long to get there as the office is located not far from where I work and since I was early, I got out of my car and sat out in the sun as I waited for Vince. Since he’d retired, he’s been arriving closer to the actual appointment time than arriving early. 

It wasn’t warm enough for him to want to drive his motorcycle so he took the convertible - with the top down. I don’t know why he just didn’t take his motorcycle. Whatever. He came dressed rather similarly to my style when not working - jeans, tshirt, sweatshirt and sun glasses. He looked handsome but I much prefer when he is dressed up. So damn handsome. 

When he finally saw me as he was walking to the building, he smiled and took off his sun glasses to look at me better. That smile. It kills me every time. I smiled back and we each walked the few yards between us.

“Hey, beautiful,” Vince said before leaning down to kiss me. “Are you ready?”

“Hey, baby,” I replied. “I am. The big question is if you are?”

He nodded his his head yes, took my hand and led me towards the entrance. Before we entered, I told him that these back to back sessions - with each other - might be a bit hard but it’ll be worth it. Vince brushed some hair off of my face and told me that I’m worth it….he said that doing this process shows me how much I mean to him and he promises to keep it up for as long as I feel it’s necessary. I nodded and then we entered the building to start this journey. 

The first appointment was with the therapist who works with couples. Vince and I both shared our history to the best of our ability. At that point, the therapist asked Vince to leave so that the therapist and I could chat. Twenty or so minutes later, Vince and I switched so he and the therapist could talk. 

Eventually, I was called back in. The three of us chatted about  the experiences that he and I shared. There was some anger on both of our parts and a ton of crying on my end. Both the therapist and I could tell that Vince was upset with himself for hurting me. The appointment ended a few minutes later and we went to another therapist in the next room over (the therapists work at the same company).

Anger management therapy was tough. Vince was never abused by anyone nor witnessed it in his family. The therapist was digging into Vince’s history with his past girlfriends and almost ex-wife; the only thing that Vince could offer is that in one or two previous relationships, there were a few verbal disagreements/fights but it wasn’t anything more. He said he thought if the possible reasons why he hit me but it hasn’t come to him yet. I know that he’s never done anything like this before and I know that he doesn’t want to do it again. 

We left after the second session, quietly walking out together, holding hands. Vince had walked me to my car and when I turned to face him, he noticed that I was crying so he used his hands to gently dry my tears, asking me if I was going to spend the night. I nodded my head yes. Vince leaned down to kiss me…I was too upset and feeling defeated that I couldn’t kiss him back. He knew that it didn’t mean that I loved him any less. 

I got in my car then headed to Vince’s - I needed to get out of these clothes and take a shower. It didn’t take long to get to his place as rush hour traffic was gone. I arrived a few minutes prior to Vince and had his spare key, I sat in my car and listened to the country music station; I started to cry because I knew that I love him but I have to accept that he was seen as an abuser to those who know.

Vince gently knocked on the window. I nodded at him, gathered my stuff, got out, found my keys and locked my car. He waited for me so he could take my stuff from me and to hold my hand. Told him that I was more than ok and headed towards his place; let myself in and immediately went to the bathroom to take a shower. I was more than ready to wash the day off. 

I took a 25 minute shower and forced myself to get out. I dried off, hung up the towel and gathered my clothes and went to his room to get dressed. Vince left a set of his sweats for me to wear. I ended up climbing into bed was asleep for almost an hour; truly needed as I haven’t sleeping much at night plus today’s back to back sessions. I got up and put on the clothes that he left out for me, purposely no wearing an panties because I’d be going to bed not long after eating dinner

When I got downstairs and into the kitchen, Vince was setting the table with the fancy dishes and silverware. As I was walking to him, the floor squeaked, he turned around and smiled when he saw me. He put down the bottle of wine that he took out of the freezer and met me half way. There was lust in his eyes. I asked if we had time and he said yes. Personally? I was far from wanting sex at the moment but I knew he wanted to so I followed him. In no time, I’ve stripped, got on the bed adjusting myself and he followed seconds later kneeling between my legs. He looked at me to see if I was ready. 

“Babe?” he asked. “Everything ok? Not interested at the moment?”

“Yeah. Everything’s fine. Not really up to it but you are. Let’s get going before dinner gets here.”

He nodded, knowing that I consented despite not really interested in sex at the moment. He slid in, moaning my name. He pulled out and slid in again but a little harder this time, moaning even louder. Vince’s thrusts were slow but deep - I have to admit that he felt amazing in me. I wrapped my legs around his waist to bring him closer to me…it took only a few more thrusts for him to climax. Once his essence was finished pouring into me, I pushed him away, got up and dressed and then headed downstairs as the food was arriving any second. 

After pouring our wine, the doorbell rang. I knew Vince was still in a little bit of shock of me pushing him off me and is probably getting dressed at the moment, I opened the door to the delivery driver. Plastering a smile on my face, I thanked him. I gave him a $15 tip as he handed me the food. When I closed the door, I called up to Vince to let him know the food was here. On his way downstairs, he looked concerned. 

Following me into the kitchen, Vince asked if I truly did consent…I told him that I did, indeed, consent. He asked me why I did even though I didn’t want to be intimate with him. I explained to him that even though I didn’t want to, he did and that as a man, he deserves a woman who willingly opens her legs for him so he’s satisfied. He looked me strangely, kissed me to thank me and he helped me bring the food and filled wine glasses to the table.

I went back to the kitchen to grab the bottle of the opened wine. In the short time I was gone, he lit the candles that were on the table and had the CD player softly playing one of my favorite country band’s CD. I smiled at him, kissing him on the cheek and sat down across from him. We didn’t have much to say we were mentally exhausted from therapy. I drank more wine than I actually ate but Vince didn’t seem to notice. I took my plate into the kitchen, packed my up my food, poured another glass of wine, changed the cd and went back to sit across from this gorgeous man that I love. He got up to put his food away into the fridge and came back with another bottle of wine. Taking his hand, he lead us to the living room. We put our glasses as well as the new bottle of wine. 

I looked at him funny until he said that wanted to dance with me, I smiled a bit and went into his open arms. We danced until the cd stopped, enjoyed half of the new bottle and then we went upstairs. He asked if I wanted the lights off or dimmed and I said dimmed. I stripped and got into bed and he followed suit, sliding right behind me, wrapping his arms around me. 

As I was half way asleep, Vince used his hands play with my nipples. I pushed backwards into him and put one leg over his legs. He let go of my nipples to use one of his hands to guide his penis in my apex.

“Mmmmm,” I moaned in pleasure. “You feel amazing deep inside of me.”

Vince moaned and continued to take his time thrusting in and out of me. His hands were wandered a bit until his hands landed on my nipples again. I got so turned on when he was playing with nipples; I pulled away, rolled onto my back and told him to continue what he started.  It took him no time to re-enter my apex again. He held onto my breasts as he was thrusting harder and faster. We were both close to finishing, he squeezed my breasts as hard as he could then we climaxed together. He rolled us a little so we were on our sides and still connected; I could still feel him pouring his essence into me. 

We fell asleep seconds later.

Not as scared as I was on Monday and Tuesday nights

I got back to Vince’s a little later than I expected…there were more idiots on the road than usual. Once I pulled into the parking lot closest to his place, I sighed in relief that most of my day was over. I used the key I had given back to him to let myself in and dropped all of my stuff at the door; I stripped down to my panties and bra, leaving my clothes where I left them. 

Found Vince in the kitchen cooking dinner. I greeted him and he spun around to greet me. He saw that I was just in my panties and bra, he took the food off the heat and rushed to my side. Vince wrapped me in his arms and leaned down to kiss me. I wrapped my one hand around his neck to draw his mouth closer to mine, dropped my other hand to his penis and started to rub his penis through his pants. He moaned and began to unhook my bra. I returned the favor of taking his tshirt and sweats off. 

I took him by the hand and lead him to his room. We climbed onto his bed, I got on my back and spread my legs for him. He realized that neither of us took my panties off so he just ripped them right off of me and slid his hard penis in my waiting apex with some force; it was a little of a struggle as my apex was sore from last night. Vince thrusted as hard as he could in order to enter me fully with his penis…I screamed in both pleasure and pain. My screaming turned Vince on even more than he had been so he grabbed a firm hold onto both of my breasts and rode me hard. 

He pulls out, rolls me flat onto my stomach, lifts my hips and slides his penis back into my apex, we’re both moaning each other’s names. He dropped my hips and kept thrusting fast in and out of me. Moments later, he bites the base of my neck as we both climax hard together. 

We lay there - Vince still in me, the last drops of his essence dripping into me - we’re both panting, trying to catch our breaths. He rolls us to our sides and wraps his arms around me…I feel his still hard penis resting against me. We fall asleep, not waking until 9 pm. I brush my teeth, put on his robe and go into the kitchen. 

I look to see what he’s been cooking; it’s all dairy (cream, etc.). I turn to walk away to get Vince to let him know that the dairy that he’d been handling earlier had turned but he’s already behind me.

“Baby, I’m so sorry that I ruined dinner,” Vince told me. “I was hoping to make you this incredible French dish but I was distracted.”

“It’s ok,” I said. “I’m the one who came in here in my skivvies, love. We’re both to blame. I’m happy with that beautiful chocolate cake you made and a glass of wine.” 

Vince laughed because he knows how much I love sweets and appreciate how hard he works to bake different desserts for me no matter how obscure they are. I went up on my tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek but he’d turned his head so I’d kiss him on his mouth. I kissed him and lingered there with him kissing me in return for a few seconds before I stepped away. If either of us let the kiss continue, we’d wind up in bed again. 

I clean the pots and pans that he was using earlier as he prepared the cake and wine for us. It didn’t take either of us long and we took our plates and glasses into the living…the tv was still on but playing another over played cheesy rom-com movie. We let the movie continue to play as we talked about our days, his two sessions and teasing each other. 

After finishing dessert and our wine, I got up to take care our plates but Vince said he’d rather take care of it as he felt that I needed a break. I blushed and turned away. As he was in the kitchen, I take the cushions off the couch and pull out the bed…I was a little bit too sore to climb the stairs. 

Vince came back with massive travel mugs with him filled with ice water for us during the night. We stripped and climbed into bed. As usual, he was the big spoon and I was the little spoon which I absolutely love when he is as I feel safe and protected in his arms (and even after hitting me, I felt protected in his arms while being the little spoon). 

I’d woken once in the night to go to the bathroom. When I’d come back, his penis was hard and was ready despite being asleep. I gently shook Vince trying to wake him but he didn’t stir so I took an ice cube from my water and let it drip on his torso. He immensely woke up and asked me what the matter was and I leaned down to slowly stroke his still hard penis. A moan escaped from him. I hopped onto the bed and asked Vince to lay down on his back.

Once he was comfortable, I straddled his hips, grabbed his penis to hold it still, lined up my apex and slid down his rock hard penis. He felt massive inside of me like this. I didn’t want to move because his felt so good like this in me but I started sliding up and down his penis as fast as I could. A few seconds later, we climaxed together. Still inside of me, Vince rolled us over so I was the one on my back.

Vince slowly began thrusting in my sore but dripping apex. I moved my one leg around and rested my ankle on his shoulder.

“Fuck,” Vince groaned, thrusting harder and harder inside of me. “You feel so amazing and incredibly tight like this. I’m can’t control myself around you!”

He grabbed my other leg to move it and rested that leg’s ankle on his other shoulder. He continued to pound his penis in me as hard and as fast as he could, making me yell his name over and over again…after a few minutes like this, he explodes and his essence is being shot deep into my uterus. As his essence is entering me, his penis is still hard and begins to twitch…I bite the base of his neck and he screamed my name as he exploded again. 

We both disengage and catch our breath. I fall into a light sleep for a little bit; I can hear and feel Vince moving around on the bed for awhile. I force myself awake and ask him what he wants. He tells me that he wants to have sex with me until the last possible minute before I need to start getting ready for work. I roll onto my back and spread my legs again for the man I love.

My alarm went off at 6 am this morning just a few minutes after we climaxed together again. We groan as we were wanting more time together. I rolled onto my stomach and told Vince that if he were up to a quickie, he better get started. He laughed, spread my legs and gently entered my sore apex. Vince took his time thrusting in and out out my apex, kissing and caressing my body. It didn’t take long for us to climax again.

He disengaged from me, letting me get up. I was a little unsteady on my feet for a second but once I was good, I hopped into the shower - solo - and got ready for the day. As I was getting dressed, Vince made my coffee and my lunch. I came down to grab my stuff, kissing Vince before I headed out. At that point, I’d remembered that I forgot to take my birth control yesterday morning. I immediately went inside my purse, grabbing my birth control pills and a morning after pill. I took 2 birth control pills and a morning after pill. 

Vince looked at me weird and I told him that there’s no way I’m having children so I need to be on top of everything. He looked disappointed that I decided not to have any kids - especially his. I kissed him again before leaving. 

I know that in today’s double session of therapy - couples and anger management - will be both interesting and kind of funny as Vince and I did NOT follow the orders of both therapists. 

I’m currently at work and officially clocked in so I must go.