In the bustling city of Melbourne, Cassalia and Blake are excited to embark on a new chapter of their lives with the hopes of having a smooth and delightful first year, where every moment will be beautiful and unforgettable.
However, reality unfold...
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Blake's touch has traversed my dreams a million times and has long been the subject of my reveries. In the depths of my imagination, I conjured images of what our first time would be like and also filled my thoughts with scenes of breathtaking intimacy between us. Sometimes the visual would get tainted by my past and I'd get muddied with nerves and worry. Yet, the images drawn by my mind's eye paled in comparison to the vivid reality of his touch. What transpired between us last night surpassed my imagination and left me with an indelible mark that has now resided in my memory.
An unyielding desire took over me. I wanted to make the first move. I yearned for him to see the readiness that coursed through my veins and the pleasure that was flowing through me. But when the moment presented itself, when the words were poised on the precipice of my tongue, a tremor of nerves overcame me and muted me. The words that were burning within me became imprisoned, trapped behind the gates of my lips as my gaze rested upon his face. My ability to speak, once a given, slipped through my grasp like sand, leaving me bereft of verbal expression, captured by the muteness of our profound connection
When I found the lingerie that Eve included in my luggage, I thought I had found a way to convey my readiness without uttering the words. I thought he would have a mere glimpse of me and read the emotions through my eyes. But, when our eyes locked in a fervent entwining, I witnessed hunger in his eyes. An urgency swirled within the depths of his gaze, beseeching my voice to articulate the unspeakable desires that were raging silently within me
He longed for my voice to breathe life into unspoken assurances. He needed me to say it out loud so he could be certain that I wasn't uncomfortable and that I was ready. Before doing anything, he wanted my consent first, one word that he needed to hear before unlocking the gates of his fervent longing. At that profound juncture, I felt myself fall for him deeper and harder than before. My heart descended further into the depths of affection because he gave me something that was stolen from me six years ago, something that was unjustly snatched away from me
"Good morning, Precious" The tender sunlight casts an ethereal glow upon Blake's face, illuminating his features as he stands there, emanating an aura of scrumptious charm that bewitches my senses and steals my breath away.
