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The Way She Won My Heart - Part 2 free porn video
Dawn broke, although “oozed” might have been a better description, as a weak sun hauled itself into a grey, overcast sky. Christmas had been the usual mini tour of the UK, as I visited various family members around the country, before returning home to see in the New Year with friends.
Both Mum and Dad commented that I seemed a little withdrawn that year. I told them I was just missing Paula a bit - it had been months since we broke up, but it was my first Christmas without her. In reality, I was fighting a losing battle to drive the mental images of Stella, from the homemade porn pics she’d left me to look at over Christmas, from my mind. It wasn’t just the memory of her naked body, it was the lascivious smile she’d been wearing, as Darren pumped her from behind with his big, thick tool. I kept dreaming that she was walking towards me across a wasted landscape, with that smile slowly spreading across her face, until she stepped ever so slightly into my personal space... and then I woke up.
Why had she done it? What were her motives?? I’d know soon enough, because the holidays were over now and it was time to go back to work. What should I do? I’d already had my heart broken once in the last twelve months; maybe I should just hand the pictures back with a matey chuckle and send her on her way. Then again, it had been a good five months since I’d had any kind of sexual contact with anyone at all and I was starting to feel the need for some intimacy.
The hill from the station to the estate where our company was based seemed to have grown longer and steeper over the holidays. As I approached, I could see Stella’s car already parked outside, so I took a detour down a path that led around the back of the estate and slipped in though a side entrance. I knew I couldn’t avoid her forever, I just didn’t want to bump into her in front of everybody else. I had the pictures tucked into my bag, ready to return as soon as possible.
It didn’t take Stella long to appear. We exchanged New Year’s greetings and a little small talk; then she lowered her voice and (stepping ever so slightly into my personal space) said, “So... um... did you get a chance to look at my pictures while you were dashing round the country?”
“Yes... er... Yes, I did.”
“And what did you think of them?”
“Well, you certainly looked like you were having fun taking them!”
“Oh, we were... lots of fun!” That smile started to spread across her face again and I could feel myself starting to blush.
“I wouldn’t mind them back sometime though,” she added, “when you’ve finished with them, that is.”
I told her I had them there, explaining that I didn’t want to leave them lying around at home, what with nosey housemates and all that. I reached into my bag, fished out the envelope and handed it to her. Somehow it felt like a weight off my shoulders, although I noticed that she seemed a little disappointed in being handed them back so soon and that she stepped ever so slightly back outside of my personal space as she took them from me.
“I might have some more somewhere...”
“Now you’re being naughty!” I stopped here there. “You could us both into all sorts of trouble, bringing that kind of thing in here.”
I began to tease her about leading young men astray, but then there were footsteps at the door and The Boss came in. He told Stella he needed her to get some figures together in an hour for a meeting and that her presence would be required for most of the day. He ushered her out, ignored me and I was alone again.
It was raining heavily by home time and the wind was starting to blow. I was halfway to the station; my jacket was holding out, but the legs of my jeans were already soaked through. Cars were droning down the road beside me, when one of them tooted its horn, pulled over and opened its passenger door. It was Stella.
“You can’t walk home in this, get in!” she ordered. I got in and said it was OK, I was only going to the station, but thanks anyway, but she insisted on taking me home and saving me the walk at the other end. So off we went, into the dark and the rain.
By the time we got back to my place, it was raining even harder and the wind was approaching gale force. Now it was my turn to be concerned and I invited her in to sit out the storm. We bolted from the car to the front door and I let her in. Taking off our wet coats and shoes, we climbed the stairs to the lounge on the first floor, to discover that nobody else was home yet and that we were alone. I bade her sit down, switched on the TV and asked if she’d like tea or coffee. I went to get changed into some dry clothes while the kettle was boiling, and returned to the lounge with tea and biscuits a few minutes later. Stella was sitting on the sofa. She’d taken her pictures out again and was looking through them, smiling.
“Now put those away!” I scolded. “What if one of the guys walks in and sees them?”
“Well that would be interesting,” she giggled. “Presumably you would mind him borrowing them, now that you’ve finished with them.” Now she was scolding me, or so it felt.
“Look... Stella... it’s not like that...” I said, sitting down next (but not too close) to her. “It’s just that those photos... they were so...” she looked at me expectantly, “...unexpected.” She head to understand, I told her, that this kind of thing didn’t happen to me. People didn’t just walk up to me and hand me pictures of their most intimate moments to study at my leisure; that only happened to people in porn magazine stories and most of those were bullshit. “They just kind of took me by surprise...” I tailed off.
“I’m sorry.” Her smile had faded. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” I smiled, “fear was the last thing on my mind.” We were sitting sideways on the sofa now, facing each other, with half an arm’s length between us. “I mean...” I hesitated... “You’re not an unattractive woman... when all is said and done.”
“That’s very kind of you. Do you really think so?”
“Yes, I do... Objectively speaking”
“Objectively.” She smiled. Then she leaned all the way into my personal space and gave me a peck on the lips.
Our eyes locked and she did it again.
And then I gave her a peck on the lips back.
Then we moved together and kissed, properly this time, our lips locking together. Within a few seconds our tongues were starting to explore each others’ mouths, as we fell into a full on embrace. Our hands began to wander over our bodies, outside our clothes at first, then inside; we were both simply dressed, in T-shirts and jeans, with Stella wearing a thick sweater on top. I began to knead one of her boobs through her bra, pausing to pinch the nipple gently through the material and feeling her fingers claw slightly into my back in return. I lifted her bra up over her breasts and began to knead them both - Stella arched her back, pushing them towards me, so I pushed her clothes up a little further and bent down to suck on them.
“What if one of the guys walks in and sees us?” she asked.
“Well that would be interesting,” I winked, “shall we wait here and see?”
“No...” she replied, “take me upstairs.”
I led her to my room and closed the door behind us. Stella turned and immediately began to kiss me again. Our clothes were soon completely shed as our hands freely roamed over each other, until we stood completely naked, holding our bodies tightly together for the first time, savouring the feel of skin on skin.
“Let’s go to bed,” she whispered.
I pulled back the duvet and climbed in, pushing myself tight against the wall to make as much room for Stella as possible. She climbed in after me, positioned herself so she was lying half over me and kissed me passionately again. I felt her hand wander down my body to my thigh, where it paused, before moving up again, brushing gently past my balls and over my prick. She repeated this a few times, before entwining her fingers around my now fully hardened erection and stroking it up and down slowly and firmly. I reached up to stroke her boobs in return, but she pushed my hand gently away and moved down to suck on one on my nipples, giving it a little nip with her teeth from time to time and all the while maintaining that slow, firm stroke with her hand.
Then she began to move her head towards my groin, tracing a little path of saliva down my body with her tongue along the way. She paused to study my rigid prick, watching the foreskin stretch then scrunch up as she continued to wank me. Her mouth opened slowly and out came her tongue, snaking gradually towards my cock. She began to lick it and ran her tongue around my glans a few times, before opening her mouth wide and taking as much of it in as possible. Now she began to suck me off in earnest, almost fucking me with her mouth as she vigorously bobbed her head up and down.
Stella is, as she often says, “only a little girl with only a little mouth”, but her oral skill and sheer appetite for my cock more than made up for that. There she was, just like in the photos: her eyes closed and brow furrowed, as she concentrated on getting as much cock in her mouth as she possibly could - only this time it was my cock.
A few minutes of this and my hips were writhing; I would have cum before long, had Stella not come up for air. I decided to take control, motioned to her to lie back, then climbed over her and knelt astride her body, my cock jutting into the air. From there, I started to play with her tits some more, relishing the feel of the way they perfectly filled my hands. Playing with her nipples caused her hips to writhe, too (I was later to learn they were so sensitive, that she could be made to climax just by playing with them, given a little time and TLC). But for now I bent down and began to suck them, too - first individually then greedily together - before leaving my own little trail of saliva down her body...
Flicking my tongue over her bush, I continued down her thighs to just above her knees, before starting to move slowly back up her legs, flicking my tongue from thigh to thigh as I progressed towards her crotch. Her started to breathe heavily and legs gradually parted as I worked my way higher; they were almost wide open by the time I reached my destination. Easing my hands under Stella’s thighs, I spread her legs as wide as was comfortable for her and paused for a second, to take in the incredible fact, that her cunt was right there in front of me, open and ready.
I flicked my tongue over the edge of her labia, which were peeping through her pubes. I began to probe between them, trying to lick them gently open. I reached over from under her thighs and gently opened her pussy with my fingertips. Her pubes parted to reveal that her labia were of the full and meaty variety - a real feast awaited me. I continued gently, licking around her fleshy cunt lips, then taking them in my mouth and sucking on them one by one. Then I spent a moment licking up some of the lovejuice that had collected inside her vagina - it was sweet, with a slippery, runny texture and I couldn’t get my tongue in deep enough. So I concentrated on her clitoris instead - licking it, then sucking it and taking it all in my mouth, along with her big, fleshy labia. Stella was moaning softly now and among the moans I heard her whisper, “Take me...”
Pushing my arms up either side of her, I moved my body up so that Stella’s thighs were lifted upwards, spreading them even more. I got the angle just right and cock entered her soaking wet quim in one move, causing her to moan loudly. I immediately began to fuck her, slowly and in a controlled manner at first, we fell into a rhythm straight away and began to grind our hips together as one.
I tried quickening the pace, but overdid it and my cock slipped out of her. “Oops, sorry!” I apologised, but I needn’t have worried...
Quick as a flash, Stella spun around onto her stomach and pushed herself up on all fours, with her legs spread wide. No further words were needed: I knelt down obediently, penetrated her from behind and began to fuck her doggie style. She was starting to pant and gasp now, and I felt the urge to bang her harder, so I got onto my feet in a crouching position and began to let her have it. This position also put her tits in better reach and I reached down to play with them like cuddly toys, as I fucked her for all I was worth. Looking down, I could see her cunt flexing and stretching to accommodate my own, big, fat prick - a sight so horny, it almost made me cum there and then; I had to look away!
Easing the pace, I kept my cock inside her, as I moved to lie down behind her like spoons, rolling us both onto our side. From there I continued to fuck her with long, slow strokes, interspersed with a few seconds of frenzied banging here and there. I played with her tits and I played with her cunt, and her hand joined mine to stroke our interlocked genitalia.
I’d recovered my composure (as it were), so I rolled Stella on her back, spread her legs wide open and plunged my cock into her in the missionary position once again. Stella wrapped her legs tightly around my back, so tightly I could no longer thrust in and out, just grind hard into her, round and around. She had stopped moaning now; her mouth was open in ecstasy and her breathing had become shallow and random. I didn’t yet know how much older than me she was, but in that moment she suddenly looked ten years younger.
“Oh God!” she moaned, “Please... Please!!!” and started to rotate her hips in opposition to mine. I could take it no more and - with a loud moan of my own - began to pump my cum deep inside her. My orgasm seemed to last forever as spurt after spurt of hot, sticky semen filled her pussy and it felt as though I was emptying my very soul into her. Stella’s legs remained locked around my in a vice grip, as I half-collapsed over her, my body twitching in post coital glow; they stayed locked like that for a full minute after I shot the last of my load, before gently relaxing and releasing me.
We lay there motionless, until my diminishing cock finally slipped out of her a couple of minutes later. I began to kiss my way back down her body; all I wanted to do, was lick the cum from her pussy and keep on licking her until dawn and beyond. But she was too sensitive after the pounding I’d given her, so I did the gentlemanly thing: moved her off the wet patch, took her in my arms and held her tight.
Dawn was breaking properly the next morning, as we awoke and began to explore each others’ bodies with our hands once again. Unfortunately we didn’t have time to take things any further, as we had to go to work and our arrival together in her car certainly raised a few eyebrows that day. Meanwhile, my housemates had spotted her car outside, noticed the two, half-finished teas and put two-and-two together. They said it wouldn’t last and we didn’t think it would either - not to begin with; it was just one of those wild office affairs that happens from time to time and w were bound to come to our senses eventually.
But the initial friendship that we’d forged before sleeping together continued to grow and we started to fall in love. There was also the small matter of the sex: it just kept getting better and better; for the love of an older woman is a powerful thing indeed, which matures like fine wine. Sex with Stella was so much more open and unconditional than it had been with Paula - less exploratory and less reliant on stolen moments together.
Four years later we moved in with each other and are still together today, over thirty years after that first night together. Like any couple, we’ve had a few ups and downs and I must admit that I’ve paused to wonder occasionally, what life would have been like if I’d done the ‘sensible’ thing: married a girl of my own age and religion, and settled down to a conventional life of 2.4 c***dren in semi-detached suburbia. But whatever lives I may be leading in other, parallel universes, I’m glad that it’s me in this one, writing down these memories and whatever the future may hold, there’s not a moment of the past I’d want to change - at least not as far as Stella is concerned.
Thanks to abstractart1001 for giving me the inspiration and encouragement to put this story down.
Both Mum and Dad commented that I seemed a little withdrawn that year. I told them I was just missing Paula a bit - it had been months since we broke up, but it was my first Christmas without her. In reality, I was fighting a losing battle to drive the mental images of Stella, from the homemade porn pics she’d left me to look at over Christmas, from my mind. It wasn’t just the memory of her naked body, it was the lascivious smile she’d been wearing, as Darren pumped her from behind with his big, thick tool. I kept dreaming that she was walking towards me across a wasted landscape, with that smile slowly spreading across her face, until she stepped ever so slightly into my personal space... and then I woke up.
Why had she done it? What were her motives?? I’d know soon enough, because the holidays were over now and it was time to go back to work. What should I do? I’d already had my heart broken once in the last twelve months; maybe I should just hand the pictures back with a matey chuckle and send her on her way. Then again, it had been a good five months since I’d had any kind of sexual contact with anyone at all and I was starting to feel the need for some intimacy.
The hill from the station to the estate where our company was based seemed to have grown longer and steeper over the holidays. As I approached, I could see Stella’s car already parked outside, so I took a detour down a path that led around the back of the estate and slipped in though a side entrance. I knew I couldn’t avoid her forever, I just didn’t want to bump into her in front of everybody else. I had the pictures tucked into my bag, ready to return as soon as possible.
It didn’t take Stella long to appear. We exchanged New Year’s greetings and a little small talk; then she lowered her voice and (stepping ever so slightly into my personal space) said, “So... um... did you get a chance to look at my pictures while you were dashing round the country?”
“Yes... er... Yes, I did.”
“And what did you think of them?”
“Well, you certainly looked like you were having fun taking them!”
“Oh, we were... lots of fun!” That smile started to spread across her face again and I could feel myself starting to blush.
“I wouldn’t mind them back sometime though,” she added, “when you’ve finished with them, that is.”
I told her I had them there, explaining that I didn’t want to leave them lying around at home, what with nosey housemates and all that. I reached into my bag, fished out the envelope and handed it to her. Somehow it felt like a weight off my shoulders, although I noticed that she seemed a little disappointed in being handed them back so soon and that she stepped ever so slightly back outside of my personal space as she took them from me.
“I might have some more somewhere...”
“Now you’re being naughty!” I stopped here there. “You could us both into all sorts of trouble, bringing that kind of thing in here.”
I began to tease her about leading young men astray, but then there were footsteps at the door and The Boss came in. He told Stella he needed her to get some figures together in an hour for a meeting and that her presence would be required for most of the day. He ushered her out, ignored me and I was alone again.
It was raining heavily by home time and the wind was starting to blow. I was halfway to the station; my jacket was holding out, but the legs of my jeans were already soaked through. Cars were droning down the road beside me, when one of them tooted its horn, pulled over and opened its passenger door. It was Stella.
“You can’t walk home in this, get in!” she ordered. I got in and said it was OK, I was only going to the station, but thanks anyway, but she insisted on taking me home and saving me the walk at the other end. So off we went, into the dark and the rain.
By the time we got back to my place, it was raining even harder and the wind was approaching gale force. Now it was my turn to be concerned and I invited her in to sit out the storm. We bolted from the car to the front door and I let her in. Taking off our wet coats and shoes, we climbed the stairs to the lounge on the first floor, to discover that nobody else was home yet and that we were alone. I bade her sit down, switched on the TV and asked if she’d like tea or coffee. I went to get changed into some dry clothes while the kettle was boiling, and returned to the lounge with tea and biscuits a few minutes later. Stella was sitting on the sofa. She’d taken her pictures out again and was looking through them, smiling.
“Now put those away!” I scolded. “What if one of the guys walks in and sees them?”
“Well that would be interesting,” she giggled. “Presumably you would mind him borrowing them, now that you’ve finished with them.” Now she was scolding me, or so it felt.
“Look... Stella... it’s not like that...” I said, sitting down next (but not too close) to her. “It’s just that those photos... they were so...” she looked at me expectantly, “...unexpected.” She head to understand, I told her, that this kind of thing didn’t happen to me. People didn’t just walk up to me and hand me pictures of their most intimate moments to study at my leisure; that only happened to people in porn magazine stories and most of those were bullshit. “They just kind of took me by surprise...” I tailed off.
“I’m sorry.” Her smile had faded. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
“Oh, don’t worry,” I smiled, “fear was the last thing on my mind.” We were sitting sideways on the sofa now, facing each other, with half an arm’s length between us. “I mean...” I hesitated... “You’re not an unattractive woman... when all is said and done.”
“That’s very kind of you. Do you really think so?”
“Yes, I do... Objectively speaking”
“Objectively.” She smiled. Then she leaned all the way into my personal space and gave me a peck on the lips.
Our eyes locked and she did it again.
And then I gave her a peck on the lips back.
Then we moved together and kissed, properly this time, our lips locking together. Within a few seconds our tongues were starting to explore each others’ mouths, as we fell into a full on embrace. Our hands began to wander over our bodies, outside our clothes at first, then inside; we were both simply dressed, in T-shirts and jeans, with Stella wearing a thick sweater on top. I began to knead one of her boobs through her bra, pausing to pinch the nipple gently through the material and feeling her fingers claw slightly into my back in return. I lifted her bra up over her breasts and began to knead them both - Stella arched her back, pushing them towards me, so I pushed her clothes up a little further and bent down to suck on them.
“What if one of the guys walks in and sees us?” she asked.
“Well that would be interesting,” I winked, “shall we wait here and see?”
“No...” she replied, “take me upstairs.”
I led her to my room and closed the door behind us. Stella turned and immediately began to kiss me again. Our clothes were soon completely shed as our hands freely roamed over each other, until we stood completely naked, holding our bodies tightly together for the first time, savouring the feel of skin on skin.
“Let’s go to bed,” she whispered.
I pulled back the duvet and climbed in, pushing myself tight against the wall to make as much room for Stella as possible. She climbed in after me, positioned herself so she was lying half over me and kissed me passionately again. I felt her hand wander down my body to my thigh, where it paused, before moving up again, brushing gently past my balls and over my prick. She repeated this a few times, before entwining her fingers around my now fully hardened erection and stroking it up and down slowly and firmly. I reached up to stroke her boobs in return, but she pushed my hand gently away and moved down to suck on one on my nipples, giving it a little nip with her teeth from time to time and all the while maintaining that slow, firm stroke with her hand.
Then she began to move her head towards my groin, tracing a little path of saliva down my body with her tongue along the way. She paused to study my rigid prick, watching the foreskin stretch then scrunch up as she continued to wank me. Her mouth opened slowly and out came her tongue, snaking gradually towards my cock. She began to lick it and ran her tongue around my glans a few times, before opening her mouth wide and taking as much of it in as possible. Now she began to suck me off in earnest, almost fucking me with her mouth as she vigorously bobbed her head up and down.
Stella is, as she often says, “only a little girl with only a little mouth”, but her oral skill and sheer appetite for my cock more than made up for that. There she was, just like in the photos: her eyes closed and brow furrowed, as she concentrated on getting as much cock in her mouth as she possibly could - only this time it was my cock.
A few minutes of this and my hips were writhing; I would have cum before long, had Stella not come up for air. I decided to take control, motioned to her to lie back, then climbed over her and knelt astride her body, my cock jutting into the air. From there, I started to play with her tits some more, relishing the feel of the way they perfectly filled my hands. Playing with her nipples caused her hips to writhe, too (I was later to learn they were so sensitive, that she could be made to climax just by playing with them, given a little time and TLC). But for now I bent down and began to suck them, too - first individually then greedily together - before leaving my own little trail of saliva down her body...
Flicking my tongue over her bush, I continued down her thighs to just above her knees, before starting to move slowly back up her legs, flicking my tongue from thigh to thigh as I progressed towards her crotch. Her started to breathe heavily and legs gradually parted as I worked my way higher; they were almost wide open by the time I reached my destination. Easing my hands under Stella’s thighs, I spread her legs as wide as was comfortable for her and paused for a second, to take in the incredible fact, that her cunt was right there in front of me, open and ready.
I flicked my tongue over the edge of her labia, which were peeping through her pubes. I began to probe between them, trying to lick them gently open. I reached over from under her thighs and gently opened her pussy with my fingertips. Her pubes parted to reveal that her labia were of the full and meaty variety - a real feast awaited me. I continued gently, licking around her fleshy cunt lips, then taking them in my mouth and sucking on them one by one. Then I spent a moment licking up some of the lovejuice that had collected inside her vagina - it was sweet, with a slippery, runny texture and I couldn’t get my tongue in deep enough. So I concentrated on her clitoris instead - licking it, then sucking it and taking it all in my mouth, along with her big, fleshy labia. Stella was moaning softly now and among the moans I heard her whisper, “Take me...”
Pushing my arms up either side of her, I moved my body up so that Stella’s thighs were lifted upwards, spreading them even more. I got the angle just right and cock entered her soaking wet quim in one move, causing her to moan loudly. I immediately began to fuck her, slowly and in a controlled manner at first, we fell into a rhythm straight away and began to grind our hips together as one.
I tried quickening the pace, but overdid it and my cock slipped out of her. “Oops, sorry!” I apologised, but I needn’t have worried...
Quick as a flash, Stella spun around onto her stomach and pushed herself up on all fours, with her legs spread wide. No further words were needed: I knelt down obediently, penetrated her from behind and began to fuck her doggie style. She was starting to pant and gasp now, and I felt the urge to bang her harder, so I got onto my feet in a crouching position and began to let her have it. This position also put her tits in better reach and I reached down to play with them like cuddly toys, as I fucked her for all I was worth. Looking down, I could see her cunt flexing and stretching to accommodate my own, big, fat prick - a sight so horny, it almost made me cum there and then; I had to look away!
Easing the pace, I kept my cock inside her, as I moved to lie down behind her like spoons, rolling us both onto our side. From there I continued to fuck her with long, slow strokes, interspersed with a few seconds of frenzied banging here and there. I played with her tits and I played with her cunt, and her hand joined mine to stroke our interlocked genitalia.
I’d recovered my composure (as it were), so I rolled Stella on her back, spread her legs wide open and plunged my cock into her in the missionary position once again. Stella wrapped her legs tightly around my back, so tightly I could no longer thrust in and out, just grind hard into her, round and around. She had stopped moaning now; her mouth was open in ecstasy and her breathing had become shallow and random. I didn’t yet know how much older than me she was, but in that moment she suddenly looked ten years younger.
“Oh God!” she moaned, “Please... Please!!!” and started to rotate her hips in opposition to mine. I could take it no more and - with a loud moan of my own - began to pump my cum deep inside her. My orgasm seemed to last forever as spurt after spurt of hot, sticky semen filled her pussy and it felt as though I was emptying my very soul into her. Stella’s legs remained locked around my in a vice grip, as I half-collapsed over her, my body twitching in post coital glow; they stayed locked like that for a full minute after I shot the last of my load, before gently relaxing and releasing me.
We lay there motionless, until my diminishing cock finally slipped out of her a couple of minutes later. I began to kiss my way back down her body; all I wanted to do, was lick the cum from her pussy and keep on licking her until dawn and beyond. But she was too sensitive after the pounding I’d given her, so I did the gentlemanly thing: moved her off the wet patch, took her in my arms and held her tight.
Dawn was breaking properly the next morning, as we awoke and began to explore each others’ bodies with our hands once again. Unfortunately we didn’t have time to take things any further, as we had to go to work and our arrival together in her car certainly raised a few eyebrows that day. Meanwhile, my housemates had spotted her car outside, noticed the two, half-finished teas and put two-and-two together. They said it wouldn’t last and we didn’t think it would either - not to begin with; it was just one of those wild office affairs that happens from time to time and w were bound to come to our senses eventually.
But the initial friendship that we’d forged before sleeping together continued to grow and we started to fall in love. There was also the small matter of the sex: it just kept getting better and better; for the love of an older woman is a powerful thing indeed, which matures like fine wine. Sex with Stella was so much more open and unconditional than it had been with Paula - less exploratory and less reliant on stolen moments together.
Four years later we moved in with each other and are still together today, over thirty years after that first night together. Like any couple, we’ve had a few ups and downs and I must admit that I’ve paused to wonder occasionally, what life would have been like if I’d done the ‘sensible’ thing: married a girl of my own age and religion, and settled down to a conventional life of 2.4 c***dren in semi-detached suburbia. But whatever lives I may be leading in other, parallel universes, I’m glad that it’s me in this one, writing down these memories and whatever the future may hold, there’s not a moment of the past I’d want to change - at least not as far as Stella is concerned.
Thanks to abstractart1001 for giving me the inspiration and encouragement to put this story down.
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