My first orgasm in life taught me one thing – life is dreary without good sex. And that’s the mantra I’ve lived by, even after marriage. Now, I don’t mean to brag but when Mr. Braganza and I take it, we take it to town! After much thinking, I’ve decided it’s best to share my bedroom adventures with you all. Because good sex and great stories are never a bad idea!
Today is our wedding anniversary. We are still in bed and Mr. B is lightly snoring with his arms wrapped around me. Somedays, like today, I like to wake up early and just look at this amazing man and thank my stars for having run into him at that awful concert. It was a comedy of errors that day. The first time I met him, I hated his long, unkempt hair and all I wanted to do was wipe that smug smirk off his face. I was standing with my friends, with a drink in hand when I felt someone tightly latch onto my arms and hold onto me longer than necessary. I turned around, angry and so ready to scream at the jerk who had tried to get handsy by taking advantage of a crowded area. And, of course, that jerk had to be Mr. B. I told him off for even thinking about misbehaving with a woman and stormed off in anger. This idiot had just made an already miserable concert worse. Ugh! But then…
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