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Meddling – Patrick 15
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I never thought Robin Scorpio could be so fun.
I mean I love her. I respect her. I've enjoyed her company almost all the time since we met – I love the way she gives as good as she gets, though I could live without the lectures even though she's usually right. I think she's the strongest, most compassionate, intelligent and beautiful person I have ever had the honor of knowing next to my mother. Her body is amazing and I am aroused just looking at her, smelling her scent, hell, just thinking about seeing her. She's been a constant in my fantasies since the moment we met.
I just didn't think she'd be fun. Fun in the way that we haven't stopped laughing and playing for an entire week. I mean fun inside and outside of bed.
That woman has some serious talents in bed going on. I don't know if they were there before me or if I've brought it out in her – she tells me it's me – but my mind stutters when she touches me. All that amazing control I gained over years of practice, forget about it. It was, and I hate to admit this, kind of alarming the first few times it happened, her making me lose control like that. Now, I crave the way she makes me feel. A lot. All the time. I don't know how I'm going to walk around in scrubs at the hospital with a constant hard on. I'm never going to be able to take off or leave my lab coat open. Small price to pay for having a siren for a girlfriend.
And outside bed I'm just as amazed by her. I figured we'd have some great conversations, interesting banter, some laughs. We'd enjoy some intellectual pursuits and I'd do my best to get her to loosen up and show me the giddy girl who told me about her aborted concert scheme with Stone every once in a while. We'd spend a lot of time having sex. But we've been like two little kids reliving, maybe living for the first time for her, our childhoods.
Sand castles, melted ice cream, board games (albeit with sexual favors as prizes), cartoons. Everywhere we go is a race, except for when we're slowly walking together hand in hand or body to body. We play in the waves, we've joined volleyballs games of other vacationers – she has a mean spike for someone so small. We make fun of sitcoms and talk shows on television together. She lets me read to her and do funny voices and she's not even humoring me, she loves it! I want to indulge in something and she's right there with totally getting into it, it's not forced. She's even initiated some of our most dopey activities, like we spent a couple of hours today making paper airplanes and sailing them all over the house and off the balconies! Could anyone have ever pictured that!
I am seriously addicted to this woman in every way. Even if I wanted to avoid falling just as in love with a woman as my father was with my mother I couldn't. I don't even want to. I seriously can't spend the rest of my life without this woman.