She got guacamole on her nose one day. I don’t know how. But yep, right there. On her nose.
Her focus was on the marriage, not just the spectacle surrounding it. But still! Our wedding day! I was chomping at the bit to start tasting cakes.
Feels like any sex you had before wasn’t sex. It was something else. More mechanical. More anatomical. More simple, to the point.
She pulled over on a street that dead ends. There weren’t any streetlights and I assumed everyone in the nearby houses were sleeping, so it was practically total darkness.