The summer winds call to us… and so our annual trips to the beach come… to our suite at the Ritz-Carlton… to lie by the pool and walk through the sand where we were married… to play in the crystal clear waters of the ocean… to melt into one another on a secluded section of shoreline… to make out in the pool as though no one else were there.  That summer breeze, hot on my skin, like the heat of her body against me.  Every year about this time, we check in… and check out.  My heart races with anticipation.

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She’s lying beside me this morning, so at peace and so beautiful, asleep and without a care in this world.  Our bed is our sanctuary, where the problems of the world fear to tread.  I am her guide and her protector.  With me, nothing can harm her, nothing dares cross her path with mean intent.  I’ve walked these roads alone in the crowd for so long, I know the dangers and I fear them not.  With me, she knows there is no danger, but rather only the calmness that comes from having already been in the heat of every battle that may come.  She sleeps beside me, peaceful in her innocence, oblivious to the demons of the world that I keep from the gates.  She is the thing that I protect and revere above all else.

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I’ve never been one to sleep in… not until I met this little vixen who wears me out every night and makes staying in bed a wonderful morning activity.  How can a man want to rush out of bed when such an amazing beauty is lying there naked next to me???  Her body molds into me so perfectly and effortlessly, like she is a part of me.  Her head on my left shoulder, softly kissing my chest.  Her left arm and leg thrown over my body, holding me tight.  Her large breasts pressing into my side as my arm pulls her in even tighter against me.  Her body sliding atop me as her hair brushes across my face, beckoning me into her once again.

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She’s a subtle sort of beautiful, so subtle she’s the only one who doesn’t see it every day.  Her eyes light up the room when she enters.  The curves of her body sway in and out, hinting at the womanly beauty under her tight jeans and demure tops.  The quiet smile perpetually about her gives notice to her energy and passion.  Each day our love finds new growth and direction, always up, ever greater.  She takes care of me in body, mind and spirit, yet she does so seemingly effortlessly.  She is so many things to me, she is everything to me.

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I can dress myself, sure, but there’s just something sexy about the way she gets me ready for our date.  Lying on the king-size bed while she fills a hot bath for me.  Her hands scrubbing every inch of my body, then toweling me dry with the biggest, fluffiest bath sheet.  A touch of Creed cologne on my chest.  Sliding my boxers and suit pants on in one smooth motion, then letting her take over again.  Feeling her reach around me to pull my white dress shirt over my broad shoulders.  Enjoying the attention she gives each button as she buttons each one, working her way up from my waist, across my chest, to my neck.  Her fingers gently attaching my cuff links, one and then the other.  The feeling of her soft, tiny hands on my chest as she slowly ties my tie.  Her hot breath on my neck as she smooths the collar on my shirt.  Gazing down at her on her knees in front of me as she ties my polished black Italian wingtip shoes.  Helping her to her feet, her nearly naked body in front of me as I stand above her fully dressed and ready for our date.  Leaning over and kissing her sweetly, silently thanking her before she scampers off to pull on her tight black dress and 6” heels.  Her tight little body sheathed in a thin black dress displayed for my approval.  Turning provocatively in front of me, flashing me, teasing me, aching visibly for my approval.

I stand, grabbing her and pulling her to me, pressing my lips against hers to show her how I approve.  Tonight she is mine.  Every night, she is mine… And always, I’m hers.

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In her eyes, shines a wisdom beyond her years, beyond my years.  She gazes lovingly on me and the coldest room fills with her warmth.  She stares at me, through me, captured by my every word and thought, yet hungry to know ever more about me.  She knows what I’m going to say before I begin my sentence, yet waits patiently for me to put the words in the air.  She sees into my soul and knows that I yearn to be with her more than I crave air and water.  She is the only thing in this world I couldn’t live without.  She sees me in a way none ever have and none other ever shall again. She IS beauty.

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She wears finely fitted business suits to her office every day, but it’s the lacy little things underneath that excite me most…

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I’m obsessed.  That little curve of her hips, teasing me as we snuggle into one another every evening in our bed.  The way her hip bones protrude just a little from her tight young hips.  The way she grinds back into me as I hold her from behind.  The way she guides me into her, urging me to thrust harder and faster.  My hands holding her hips as I push ever deeper inside.  Nothing matters but the tightness of her body, the sound of her breath, the scent of her skin, the desire filling the room.

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I love how she dresses up for me… All sexy and seductive but still classy. Nobody knows she has no panties on under that little skirt or that her hand is stroking my cock under the table at the restaurant. I love that she does anything for me. Anything.

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She blew me away.  Not love at first sight, but a love that grows stronger every day.  Not sheer lust, though that’s a part of it too.  I feel a comfort just holding her in my arms.  She’s the only woman in the world whose company never gets old and whose touch never ceases to excite me.  I’m with her every day when we wake and every night when I fall asleep.  I want her more and need her more every day.  She is my wife.  She is my everything.

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