She laid quietly in her bed. She didn’t even remember finding the bubble gum. She really didn’t care. Her mind was preoccupied with a much more important topic: him. The man who had intrigued her from first glance, happily seduced her, made love to her, fucked her, treated her with respect, held her, made her feel comfortable, made her laugh, introduced her to a side of herself that she had never known, gave her her womanhood, awarded her strength of passion, teased her, pleased her, forced her to forget the rest of the world, showed her color, taught her what it meant to taste, pinched, squeezed, bit, tickled, kissed, licked, made her wet with a look, made her come more than any man, made her feel, made her live, became part of her, part of her dreams, invaded her past, present and future.
He was all she could think about.
Thoughts of him consumed her. Memories of him soaked her panties.
Dreams of him woke her … wet and wanting.
She had started drinking ‘their’ wine more. She spent more time in the tub or the bed flipping her bean than she ever imagined.
She had grown so much within such a short interaction with him.
Try as she might, she could not get him out of her mind, nor could she ignore the undying feelings of love that burned in her heart and in her belly.
She had truly been converted!
