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!
I’m sorry ladies, I wandered back off into Mr. B’s arms to wish him! Let’s pick up from where I left off, shall we? Although patience is not my strongest suit, I made it a point to reach half an hour late. Why, you ask? He was too arrogant and he needed to pay. But there he was, waiting in the sun, that smug smile still plastered on his face. One glance at him and I was suddenly afraid of falling for the very smile that had annoyed me last evening. Aah, young love! He took my hand and we walked to the nearest coffee shop, laughing all the way at his strange sense of humour. I spent the next two hours sitting next to him, the twinkle in his eyes, his chiselled arms, his sharp stubble - all of it making me weak in the knees. And ladies, I am not being shallow, he also turned out to be a lawyer in the making so it was almost as if I was on a date with the perfect guy, who had accidentally felt me up during a music concert. At the end of the date, when he dropped me home, he asked me if we could meet again and the rest, as we say, is history!
Want to know about Mr. B and Ms. B’s next meeting? Watch this space for more!