You came to my house, jittery and nervous. Your best friend had convinced you that I was worth the risk. You asked me out; I said yes. The tears welled up in your eyes and you started to babble. I told you to shut up and kiss me.
It was the kiss that rocked my world. Our first unencumbered kiss. Our first make out session, free from the worry of being caught. I remember that first night, the joy and unfettered passion building in my living room like a bonfire. We were finally free to be lovers.
Our first date was so perfect. You were such a gentleman, kind and protective and when the night was over, I sent a text to my best friend, "It's my last first date!" I knew that I was for you. I have been for you since we first met, but now I knew that you felt it, too.
You have spent the last year caressing me, beating me, making me orgasm and loving me. I have opened myself to you and your touch. The way you fuck me, the way you love me, the way you fill me up, it all combines to show that we are for each other. Thank you for a beautiful year.
