I’m in the Mood

“I’m in the mood for love simply because you’re near me. Funny but when you’re near me, I’m in the mood for love,” Rod Stewart swoons on the stereo as she sets the table for supper.

Her husband still laughs at her when she calls it supper. “It’s dinner my love,” he says.

She smiles as she dances around the table listening to the music and thinking of her handsome husband.

Twelve years they’ve been married, nearly fourteen since the day he staggered into The Bosville with his drunk buddies during Dan’s creeling. She was smitten with him right away. All thick black hair, blue eyes, and mischievous grin. Then when he spoke, with that accent, she nearly dropped her tray.

Leaving everything behind and moving to Canada wasn’t easy for her. There were many days, in the beginning, when she thought she would never make it here. Many a night she would cry herself to sleep wishing she were back home with her family in her beautiful Isle. Her husband was wonderful through it all. He was patient and kind and loving. He would hold her and comfort her, telling her it was ok to miss her family, ok to feel sad, but that she would get over that one day and she would be happy in her new home, her new life, with him. He was her family now. He loved her so, and she him.

She had been so green, inexperienced when it came to matters of sex. In the beginning she had felt so inadequate and insecure. How was she to please this man who had swept her away when she had never really been with another before? He would surely leave her for not being able to keep up with him, to satisfy his sexual needs.

He was wonderful with her. He was so gentle and loving, taking his time getting to know her body while she got to know it as well. He would watch as she pleasured herself to learn how to better pleasure her himself. He watched the way her hands moved over her body, rubbing her breasts, teasing her nipples. He watched as she spread her lips and rubbed her clit, pulling the juices up after putting a finger in her wet cunt. He watched her face as her orgasm overtook her, her body as it tensed and quivered in aftershocks. He would put his own fingers inside her to feel her muscles contract around them. She was beautiful when she came, but then he thought she was beautiful always.

It wasn’t easy. She barely knew what to do herself at first, but she learned. She learned to be comfortable with him watching her do this intimate act, this thing she had always felt ashamed of doing. “Good girls don’t touch themselves down there,” she recalled her mother saying. It was so freeing to realize that there was no reason to feel ashamed or dirty. It was natural and sensual, and it felt oh so good. Surely there should be no shame in being intimate with her own husband.

She also learned to be comfortable watching him do the same, pleasuring himself to orgasm. His cock was the first she had ever seen outside of a magazine, let alone felt or tasted. She had been in total awe the first time she had watched him cum. It was so strong and powerful, so sexy. She wanted to touch it and taste it, to experience more of him, and she did. Hesitant at first, it did not take long for her barriers to come down, for her love and desire for her husband to overtake the feelings of shame she had grown up with. Once he had awakened the sleeping beauty inside her there was no turning back.

As she thought back on it now, waiting for her husband to arrive home, she was struck by how much her life had changed over the years. From the naive lass she had been when they first met, to their wedding, moving to the other side of the world, and all the firsts they had experienced with each other since. She knew how lucky she was.

Tonight there would be another first, a special anniversary and Valentine’s Day gift combined. Rope is the traditional twelfth wedding anniversary gift, well silk actually.



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7 thoughts on “I’m in the Mood

  1. AHHHH I love the ending.. leaves us wanting more details.

  2. Great piece, I loved the journey from young bride to the women she is now and the ending is beautifully subtle

    Mollyxxx

  3. This is a beautiful story of love! I wish I could read on and on, to learn about the next first they will experience together :)

    Rebel xox

  4. Such a beautiful story, I wanted to read more. Is there any more?

    Rachel x

  5. I agree rope is a great anniversary gift. All kidding aside another wonderful and tender piece.

  6. Oooo… this does sound to be a special anniversary celebration indeed!! 😉

    ~Kazi xxx

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