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I was dressed to kill, my hair and nails were completely finished and even by my own standards…. Over and over again, I pondered what the evening would be like. Steven and my bull had been making Smalltalk for about ten minutes before I gathered enough courage to head downstairs.
I would ask myself questions I had no way of predicting the answers too. With each step I could feel my confidence and my excitement grow.
After leaving Stevens embrace, I turned around to find my bulls arms enveloping me and lifting my petite frame into his six foot three grasp and into a wonderful and exhilaratingly passionate kiss.The day’s conversation while shopping and preparing let us become closer to one another than we had in years.Once home, I was left to take a light nap and get ready, while Steven made refreshments and began the waiting process.Even though the weather outside was horrible, nothing…..NOTHING was going to ruin this experience for my husband and he made preparations accordingly.
“You look so beautiful” Steven said; and gave me a soft encouraging hug.