JOY NGOFAA'S BLOG

Last night, we had been too tired and too excited with our wedding, we had gone straight to bed once it was bedtime; my arms around her possessively. Several times during the long night I had felt her eyes on me; they would flutter shut when I opened mine. At least that’s what I thought. I would watch her for a while, her breathing soft and slow like the gentle stirring of the sea; the wind of her breath caressing my face. Once or twice; okay, fine, more times than I can count, I had leaned in to kiss her small lips that seemed to pout as she slept.     Excuse you! She’s my wife now. “Good morning, Bill” I heard her voice, my eyes fluttered open in response. I had been awake already. I just hadn’t known what to do; I had decided to wait till she woke me up. “Good morning, Sweetness.” I said, Well, our eyes were fixed on each other’s. This was going to be my first time. I had a busy teenage and youth life, though spiced with a few girlfriends; it never really ...

She said she wanted just to say "hi" and after we talked for hours and more it became a problem to say "bye" He said he just wanted to see my smiles, but we would then hold hands and walk miles. She wanted just to talk and talk we did until it wasn't enough she wanted more. She said she does not like hugs so we shook hands but as time passed it was not enough any more. we just had to get more so we hugged for seconds and it grew from minutes into some thing that looked like a cuddle, but the affection was still not enough, so every once in a while we would give each other pecks on the chick and it was nice and all but we wanted more, so we kissed once and again and again.   It was cloudy and windy one lovely evening. Even a blind man could tell that the rain was coming, the power was out and she and I as though we were opposites of a magnet came closer and closer, she wanted to cuddle, so we cuddled and cuddled until our clothes left our bodies ...