This is where I would like to start a story that tells you as authentically as my writing skills allow. A story that actually support genuine affection for parties involved, and how beta discovered where he would start to spend the rest of his life. I truly hope this isn't too slow or "soft" for most, but it is from the heart, and is my first attempt to get comfortable talking "sex talk" not all things on this website will be like this, but hopefully this one is heartwarming, compared to what I hope to write about. This is our first time psychically getting this close, we start to cuddle during the opening scenes of the movie, the one with sort of blue gnome like guys and girl, that sing and dance. We both like sappy and emotional crap. We haven't really even revealed that to each other yet. We claimed we fell in love at first sight, I believe it now, did we even know though? We start to makeout near immediately and before we can even start to get to far into the charade of watching this movie, we know what we want with each other, at least in this moment. Maybe you knew how much I was head over heels for you, how much I desperatley needed to have someone like you, like what you've become to me. For me, for us. We are barely able to even focus on the start of the movie, as the air itself was so heavy at the begining of you coming over here, we both knew that our bodies needed to become closer than we had before. You told me at least three days, it's been exactly two. You would'nt let me have you on the first day, a sign of how much power you would come to hold over me and I would give you. You were quick to come over quickly though, I imagine you are very wet at this point, you must be as into me, as I am you, how hard I have been over the last two days, as it seemed obvious at first how badly you wanted to go further on day one, yet you held yourself true to your claim that night. how hard I was, how you let me cum onto myself to alleviate my blue balls that night, my crotch and stomach muscles are still psychically aching from how intense the pain has been the past 48 hours, even after jacking off several times just to the thought of playing with your breasts, but I did try really hard to not watch any porn. We at this point, haven't made all the films we have now for us yet. I could smell your desire for me, on you, does she smell mine? Maybe I am the only one like this, do you smell me? how much do you like to, do you enjoy sweat on my neck, the musk I can have. We spent hours our first night, just talking, filling in an entire life of one another, so we could be the lovers we wanted to be overnight. Even though we never fucked that night, we made spiritual love instantly, how instantly we connected, knew that we would be connected to and for each other. I will never have this bond with another, nor would I want another to have me like this again, even with how "perverted" i've been made to think I am, why is it I only want this with you, to take away from the others who have had it, thankfully I was able to give you other things they didn't get from me, and those unworthy ones you had couldn't do what I have been able to do for you, we didn't have this, this night though, but we knew how badly we wanted to. I start to play with her pussy under hear jeans, I can tell she freshly shaved. I laugh, and tell her, that she needn't to shave as very natural women are welcome with me. It's always been stupid how men seek to want a naked pussy, only reminds you of younger, wrong, perverted bodies. Not to say she didn't feel good, but i could tell even she did it, as a sort of routine of mating, how I wish we could have hair on our bodies. I would have loved to have felt the natural hairs of a mature body in my hands. We are younger in this story, but you always are MILF type in my mind, and how you became even more of this, later. I claim to love you already, I don't know your middle name fully yet, yet do we even need names with this love? I feel how soaked you are, I am so flattered that you truly did want me, I start to pull down your pants, and go into a kneeling position to as quickly as possible, strip you entirely. I instantly snap a couple photos, and you try to hide your face from me, embarrassed that I want this to be photographed so plainly, in the light. I don't even recall at this point anymore exactly why the lights were on, we at this time were so unsure of our own body images, but I know I must've just wanted to document that at least, once, I had touched and had my soulmate even if for a night. I as quickkly as possible start to pull out a condom, she makes a motion indicating this is unpreffered, I at this time am fairly alarmed at how confident it is, that she wants me to cum in her badly, she tells me, in a paraphrase. "I don't take birth control, don't plan on it, at this moment, and I don't like condoms" I truly wish for the sake of anyone that does want this truly hot and heavy, I did wrap it, but just wait, I started cuming into her nearly immediatley, as she quickly earned my total obedience nearly after this event. I start to take her in missionary, I have ached for this moment so long, that even though I in the past seemed to have reasonable stamina, regarding not immediatley climaxing, nearly climax right away. It is in this moment though as I hang on for my dear life, as to not scare away this pyscho girl that wants me to just straight up "Pull N' Pray" on me already, which as I type this now, I even go back and realize, she may have admired me more than I gave myself credit for back then. She is holding onto me tightly, aggressively pulling on my hair on the back of my head, we maintain a good strong pace, of me thrusting into her soaked pussy, as the sheets below get soaked (no towell and no I didn't even clean it up) I start to notice how she is looking at me. This beautiful woman has the most enamored eyes that I have ever felt gaze upon me, how obsessed with me, she looked like. Yet she commanded such power out of me, but while thrusting into her with my large hairy dick, she keeps switching between her eyes closed and looking at me when I stop to appreciate her. She asks "why don't you close your eyes, it's kind of creepy" oh no! she is right, I am staring at her, and have been. I will admit, I always stare, but I really want to stare at her. She looks like she could leave at any second, how do I know I'll even have her again? What If I finish too fast for her, and she doesn't really love me? I need to have every moment I can with her, so I keep looking. I respond though with something like "I truly like to genuinely see you though as I am penetrating you, why wouldn't I want to see this?" she goes "ok, it's odd, but I understand what you are trying to say". It's been a long time now, even if all of the emotions are like yesterday, feeling you for the first time. Yet I can't remember the words as well though. What I best remember though for the sake of at least attempting to in words describe our first time to the respected audience that I hope reads and enjoys this though, is our song. As we lay together still cuddling and fondling after making love for the first time, the song plays. The movie has progressed to a point of declaration of love to each other, and It plays, Our Song. For the purpose of this, the song is "True Colors" for the sake of any type of implied and or unimplied copyright, I shall not divuldge further, yet this song matches us. You are such a well of true compassion and love, me a self percieved degenerate, loser, drunk, hopeless, yet I wanted you. You brought out, and still do bring out the best in me, I think I had even avoided being too drunk that day because of you, how you always have such realistic expectations of how I could be and should be to you. I have melted before you, I break down partially having you in this moment, yet I hold it in as I always do/did. I know now, you always knew when a movie or moment that I compared to us, you saw me cry/tear up, yet I loved knowing that I finally had found that person that I so badly wanted to have for these moments, yet I still had to reconcile how badly and deeply my desires ran/run for you in this moment now, will I be able to keep her? Can she handle my lbido being this strong, I can literally keep getting horny, and I nearly cannot be stopped with it, it doesn't tame, or lessen aside from critical stress, how will I keep her? This isn't to be answered here, yet this moment, this true entrance into each other, we know how profound this is, I say it to her "I love you so much" "took you long enough" is nearly her response, with I believe a "I love you too" it is hard to remember exact words at this point. Yet I remember taking you again, this time less concerned with the condoms, as I figure in my head at this point, I likely can't get her pregnant at this point, we lay in this together, so intimately aware of each other, so excited to be able to feel each others skin on us, how we long for each other, while currently being intimate. Like a dream, everytime with you, such a strong body scent too, not in a wrong way and or bad smell, but a strong scent, like it was made as a signal for me and me alone. How even after further pondering on this regard, I do come to suppose this is likely the marker we do have of our "positions" so to say, I like to think of it in a way, that indicates how badly I want to be your "beta". Think of the best type of pussy smell possible, give it a personal signature of smells that only you, and you alone like, that is what i smelled. Maybe you think this is a weird thing to fixate on, but how can I better honor my partner than to truly embrace all of her, how pitiful this society is to where even our natural oils and pheromones can cause others to miss potentially the most intimate levels of appreciation one can reach. I digress, she lays here naked before me, just the ever so slightest mini tummy with just the cutest little overhang from being a normal/healthy bodied woman, how your massive natural breasts lay on you for largely, sitting so suply there, how I love the thick nipples, so big, they are literally only so big because of the size of your breasts, they had in this moment thankfully for weak man eyes, ruined other boobs for me. Her dark hair, almost a deep brown, yet glows in the sun, I love this natural color. Her brown beautiful eyes, with her very feminine face, if you didn't know better you would assume she is barely old enough for me, her face continues to age in this way. Her tight lipped pussy, tight little hole, can only see inside of it after I cream into her (haven't at this point, but I like thinking about her pussy alot). Her body is nearly exactly what I have spent my entire life fanatizing about, how long I have waited for her, I couldn't let this go. There is no fakeness on her, around her, so authentic. She isn't even old here yet, and as I look before her, I already start to age her, thinking, veryfying that I can continue to love her like this no matter what, how do I know this? I test it always, growing up I always found it odd to only find young chicks "hot" what about when we all aged, am I supposed to only like young girls (answer is no, even being perverted, I am still team wood chipper, more on this in later articles/blogs) but life does have it's course of time, does it not? So now, in this moment I go through it all and factor in any and all shallow thoughts my mind and body use to justify things, and I decide, can I love her psychically always? I answer this with "yes" because of even my implied nature that I have spent all this time working on, what man can I be without a "yes" seeking her out is my best way to validate the years of torment I spent without her, how stupid it would be to lose this over suspected vanity anyways? pretty damn stupid look at the divorce rates if you need further sourcing. She lays her with her at time "psycho eyes" as I called them back then, because I/She are so clingy, this is effectively nearly the last time either of had a life before each other, this was the meshing of everything, even in such a early stage we becamne the true answer to each other in this moment.


My Love, My Soul, My Heart, My Everything, Loves you so much.



I hope you enjoyed my first, sort of edited, partially completley re-written over first story, to stop raving, story. Thanks!