A Welcome Home From Iraq (fm:romantic, 2315 words) | |||
Author: Genome | |||
Added: Jun 06 2010 | Views / Reads: 1254 / 860 [69%] | Story vote: 8.00 (1 vote) | |
This is a story partially made up from some romantic history of my wife and I and some imagination (i'm still in Iraq). I wrote this story for my wife and would really appreciate feedback and improvement before I send it to her. | |||
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A Welcome Home From Iraq By Francis VilchesIt had been some time since my last encounter with my newly-wed bride of only 1 year, now two, as I was forcibly deployed to Iraq for some 400 days. In that time I had found myself utterly yearning for every facet that was my "Red Angel", as per a pet name she earned, as she could proudly wear her white dress the day of our wedding, and of which I had coined. Her scent, a sensual seduction of the olfactory, she had created and called "spicy sex", I also found that after over 1 year of celibacy I had a deep-set desire for its namesake. Her visage was that of a tall, young beauty, slender and perky in her c-cups and tight butt. Her soft tender touch, the sound of her voice- and even more her soft moan when we'd have sex- and the taste! Oh god, the Taste! So sweet!
She was my land of milk and honey. My one prized possession above all else. She loved me and I loved her, but one thing bothered me as I was once again getting ready for my overload of happiness as I once again saw my piece of heaven.
It had been an entire year since I had last seen her and, even though we spoke daily, I was not the same man. Would she love the man I had become? The stresses of war had changed me from the aged boy I once was and made me into what my battle buddies called a young man. I had started smoking and had picked up cursing, two things that she and I ...
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