On The Occasion Of Our Eighth Sex Anniversary

I remember June 27, 2014 like it was yesterday; We'd met just shy of three weeks earlier (at a Barnes & Noble, as I recall - ha ha) and we took a while to get to know each other. We met up when and where we could and we sent each other lists of 10 things about ourselves. You must know that I wanted you right away. I played it cool though, because I didn't want to scare you away with how badly I lusted for you and I believe it was for the better. We decided to go to Whitewater Preserve, a place that was dear to me and also a place that you'd never visited. You later told me that thought that I wouldn't be interested in sex with you and thought that we would just end up as friends. I assure you that there has never been anyone more wrong about anything since recorded history began! Dear lord, I wanted you badly, woman!

So on "the day," we parked along the road to Whitewater Preserve, hiked into the Cottonwoods halfway down the canyon and found a spot. It was time! We kissed for a hike and undressed. I was so happy to see your naked body and I still recall the thrill to this day. It's easy to do so because for the several years to follow (to include this past April in Chicago), I got that same thrill every time I laid eyes on your naked body. I wanted to own you and possess you right there. I think you felt the same, because you quickly took my dick out and began to suck it. I was hard as a rock before you even unzipped my pants. Soon, I had you on your back and entered you for the first time. You felt amazing and I felt so accomplished. I'd never had sex with anyone that looked like you do and as you would later find out, you were (and are) my boyhood dream come true. You can't imagine how happy I was to hear your reaction to me being in side you. You came quickly at least twice before I decided that I want you on all four. I remember that you were amazed that you "can't get away" (as you said a few times) from my big dick and I was so happy that I was pleasing you. You came a few times in that position and that made me even more happy. I could tell that you hadn't been fucked like I was fucking you and I told myself that even if you decided that you didn't like me, you'd still keep me around so that I could fuck you.

You deserved to be fucked that well and I had never fucked anyone as magnificent and magical as you are. It was (and has been) a very fair exchange, my dear. After we finished, we laid down under the trees, sweated and talked. I don't remember what I said but I hope it was intelligent. We stumbled out of the cottonwoods a while later and drove back to our meeting point. Was it Lowe's? I can't recall. On the way, we listened to music in my sexy little Infiniti G35 and the song that stood out was Pink Cashmere, by Prince. It was one of the songs from a playlist that I'd made for you called The 13 Day Mixtape. I'd listened to that song a hundred times before, but listening to it this time gave it meaning, as I was willing to do whatever it took to impress you and keep you as my own.