Gopher-14. Just not sure how far in to 14. And by perfect girl, I mean HER. Same girl. If I met her now, right now, this very minute, for the first time, at the same age, would I turn her away after she threw herself at me and me into whatever heavy object was nearby? you must be shitting me! I could never reject her, you got no idea what that girl was capable of either. Not the way she just had me right where she wanted me, like putty in her arms, when I said that she could change the way my body reacted, with the least touch, I meant it literally. Sleepy, wakeful and alert, sweet and loving and warm, to pointed at a target and given a trigger for her to pull...she literally could get me to respond in near enough any way she wanted; I've never experienced anything like it, didn't even know it was possible. It was like she had a direct hook into my central nervous system, with a computer control system at her fingertips. A most interesting phenomenon to observe. I still don't understand how she could exercise such an accurate I/O system in a living being without technological intervention.
I'm 31 now, and would I? yes. I stand by it. I would offer myself up to her on a sliver platter in a heartbeat. She was everything to me. And we were perfect for each other, made for one another. Why would I pass that off, especially when I'd just been stunned and...well..had done to me what she did by way of introduction. If it were today, I'd just have to shrug and think to myself 'hey, the love of my life has just got me right where she wants me, who am I to argue with that?' and yeah, I'd still ask her to marry me and be left feeling like an autie little kid on xmas morning, flapping like there was tomorrow after he was given the perfect gift.
Al, would you say the same about me? near 20/14? when you know me for the sort of man I am in general I would think, you'd agree about that? do you think me distasteful, for asking Lady C to marry me, for not hitting her to stop her stuffing her tongue down my throat (not that I'd ever change that decision, I just wouldn't DO that, as of course I'm not some scumbag who goes around beating on young girls, and I could never, ever have laid a finger on the girl in anger in any more severe a manner than to gently take her hand in mine and ask her to calm down, if I had to, although I never did, we were always just..well we kinda lit the place up on fire just by being near each other)
Or distasteful for not trying to pull away from her when she made her rather..forward...advance on me, and instead wrapping my arms round her and snuggling in closer, putting my own tongue in her mouth too, and the two of us just standing there, snuggling up against the tree she whacked me into and eating each other's faces, it just getting more and more hot and steamy and passionate by the second? that I didn't even ask her age, we just assumed 'right lets get this on', and ending up locked together in red hot steaming, moaning tongues-in-mouth passion.
Was THAT wrong of me? that I never even asked her age until much, much later in general conversation? that it didn't feel like it was something even important in any other context than getting to know about her, what makes Lady C, into Lady C? that it went straight into the steamy hot moaning tongue-sucking before she introduced herself in any other way but 'oi, this is my tongue, its in your mouth Lestat and you should take a deep breath because you aren't getting to take another one until you nearly pass out'
Because it certainly didn't feel wrong. It was just assumed by both of us that we were going to just go for it, felt natural, not wrong, just the thing that was meant to happen. It kinda felt like a picture on canvas being unfolded before my eyes, all of a sudden there was this sweet, kind, warm, bubbly, gorgeous wee brunette lady before my eyes who positively crackled with fire and sparks around her edges, and who held me completely captivated in her arms, blazing away with her inner fire, all for me, specially to snuggle up into and warm myself at her heart, just like a kitten before a lovely fire set in a really pretty, ornate hearth.
Mmmm..such good memories. Always manages to warm me a little, in the awful cold place it is to be without her.