How could he end something so wonderful, something so perfect? He said he still loved me, but I didn’t believe him, I couldn’t believe that. I begged him not to kill his beloved and only child. I told him of our joys, our laughs and how love couldn’t be any better. I tried to make him see reason, to convince him that we were to be forever.
Thanks to my father.īut this was no punishment. I was a very well behaved child I had all the proper manners for a proper lady. When he was pleased with me, he really would take his time and give me much pleasure that I never knew was possible. He would simply refuse to touch me for days on end. My father had never hit me or scolded me his punishments were usually more severe and silent. This was not like before when he would refuse to touch me because I misbehaved. It was the same look he had when he shot Dragon our Alsatian. I knew my father I knew the look on his face. I had hoped he didn’t mean it, that this was just another punishment, but the way he said it convinced me it was final. I learnt how it must feel to be shot out of the sky. That terrible day, I knew exactly how the deer must feel when the hunter’s bullet crashes through its heart. That evening I was at my best.Īll my preparations and quivering anticipation was to have ended in bliss, the kind only my father could give me. My allure had never needed much artificial furnishings a touch here and a touch there, and I would be set to win any beauty contest. I went home that day with thoughts of my father obscuring all other thoughts. It was usually the best birthday present he gives me, a passionate night of love making right out of a romance novel. I thought my birthday would have ended sensually, like all the others. I had taken the week off from school just to be with the only man in my life, the best man I ever knew, or so I thought.
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It felt like a full stop at the end of an epitaph. He said it wasn’t right, what we do, and that we must stop. Everything was perfect.Īnd then, on my twentieth birthday, the unthinkable happened. I doubt if any other child had so much love. I was twelve that first time, and a happy child, happier than any other child I knew.
We began to do it more often, and each time I enjoyed it more. I went to him the third time it happened, it was raining and the thunders scared me. He told me it was our secret, our special thing, and no one should know about it. It was my first kıss and romantic gay relationship all on one fabulous emotional roller coaster ride!įor some of the best online sass, be sure to connect with Scott on his Instagram.I didn’t cry the second time either. However, I must have been quite an incredible fling because I was able to change his mind and we managed to have a relationship. To me, it was a whole other story – I fell for him in a big way and it was hard knowing he wanted nothing to do with me after our weekend together. Though we had a wonderful weekend together, to him, I was just another fling. Thanks to all the “online educational sources”(!) that I spent my teenage years learning, I was able to make do and make him happy that evening. I was so inexperienced, and trembling like crazy! Maybe I was just lost in that ecstatic moment from our kıss because I can't for the life of me remember how we ended up in his bed. I didn't have to tell him that I was still pure, he knew right away as soon as we kıssed for the first time. You can connect with Juan and see Colombia from a local's perspective on his Instagram. So, all hell broke loose for both of us, but that’s another story. Sadly, that day my brother’s friends were camping near the river, saw the whole thing and told our families. That kıss confirmed to me at the time, who I was, and who I am today! I still remember avoiding coming out of the water to hide my visible boner from him. It was sweet, awkward, passionate, private, all at once. Finally, after looking into each other’s eyes for a while, with my heart racing and finding it hard to remain calm, I leaned over to him. We played around, wrestled, and laughed a lot. We found a private spot to leave our stuff then went into the river. This was something which we'd often do with friends so we both knew it wouldn't raise any suspicions with our families.
The exciting tension between us kept growing until it became unbearable! So one day, we decided to hang out by the river. The more we chatted, the more we found we had in common. The next time he came to deliver a package to our house, he handed me, with a smirk, a small note with his phone number written on it! Next thing I know, he started to ask people about me. Our eyes met, and a spark just ignited itself. But one day, this delivery boy about my age came with a package for my mother.