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The Perfect Girlfriend |
| Written by Michelle Huff | |
| Wednesday, 19 March 2008 | |
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He had been a very lonely man. At 47, he figured that he would live the rest of his life alone. He was slightly round, balding, aging, and just had never been able to impress the girls. But then he saw her across the store. She was smiling back at him as their eyes met. It was love at first sight. She was the perfect girlfriend. She was so beautiful and so sexy. She never talked back to him and went along with whatever he wanted. He looked at her sitting across the table from him. She was smiling back at him. He cooked many meals for her, and she always liked what he made. She never complained about his cooking, or the way he cooked, or anything. She just always smiled at him when he served her, just like she was doing now. Dinner passed uneventfully and he decided to be romantic and give her a bath. He lit all the candles in the bathroom, ran the water and made sure that it wasn't too hot. He didn't want to burn her delicate skin. Sensually he undressed her and helped her into the tub. He used the sponge and washed over her soft body. He looked at her face. She was still smiling at him. Then he decided that he wanted to wash her hair. She was perfect and he wanted to show her that he cared. He lathered her up and then rinsed it out, making sure that he didn't get any water into her eyes. He knew that she wouldn't complain. She never did. She always did whatever he asked without backtalk. He helped her out of the tub and put the towel around her. He rubbed her soft skin dry and then got the excess moisture out of her hair. Then he took the brush and lovingly brushed her hair out, kissing her softly on the back of the neck. Desire ran through his body as he caressed her. His hands roamed all over his body as he decided how he wanted to make love to her this evening. He guided her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed. He kissed her soft body all over, lingering on her big beautiful breasts. His hands roamed over her taking in the soft curves of her hips. Finally he entered her and rode her until he climaxed in her. He looked at her and the smile that was on her face. He was glad that he had found her and that she could bring him such great pleasure. He got off the bed and got a washrag to clean her up. She was such the perfect girlfriend, never complaining of the mess he made. He gently wiped her off. She was beautiful, his perfect doll. Never complaining, always smiling, going along with whatever he wanted. He picked her up and carried her to the closet. There he put her back in the box to await another day. Copyright 2008 Michelle Huff |
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