An Anniversary to Forget
She was pulling out all the stops, her long blonde hair done exactly how I like, halfway up with a few curls falling in front of her face with white gold hoop earrings and a pearl choker necklace. She was wearing a little more makeup than usual, the black eyeliner made her baby blues pop, they looked almost crystal clear. Her fire and ice perfume overloaded my senses, I wanted to stay home at this point and start our celebration in the bedroom. “You ready?” she asked, strutting by me. The...