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Before I could blink he was on his knees in front of me, pushing my legs apart, leaning in to kiss me. "I think you know how I feel," he said, in a whisper. "We are bonded. Can you believe I'm not thinking of you while I work? When my eyes open, I think of you, of every part of you." His fingers got busy, and I gasped. This was direct, even for Eric. "Do you love me?" he asked, his eyes fixing mine.
This was a little difficult to answer, especially considering what his fingers were doing. "I love being with you, whether we're having sex or not. Oh, God, do that again! I love your body. I love what we do together. You make me laugh, and I love that. I like to watch you do anything." I kissed him, long and lingeringly. "I like to watch you get dressed. I like to watch you undress. I like to watch your hands when you're doing this to me. Oh!" I shuddered all over with pleasure. When I'd had a moment of recovery, I murmured, "If I asked you the same question, what would you answer be?"
"I would say exactly the same thing," Eric said. "And I think that means I love you. If this is not true love, it's as close as anyone gets."
-Dead In the Family
This will be a public one because frankly I think it isn't too private.
Since I was in high school I have enjoyed photography. I took all three photography classes my high school offered, I got a few nice cameras, and I have enjoyed taking pictures. When I started looking for a photographer for my wedding 3 years ago, I was fucking floored by how much they charged for their services. So my mom hired a combat photographer (oh, military community) and I was pretty pleased with the result. I think he charged her like $150 bucks.
That's my Dad and my Grandpa walking me down the aisle... er, boardwalk. Anywho, you can see it's a nicely composed, clear shot. The rest of them are great too. I'll do a nice big post for my anniversary.
ANYWAY (God I am a damn tangent queen)--
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