Phicklephilly – Here We Go Again

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Cherie – Chapter 50 – …Than to Receive – Part 3

Baby fell asleep after our fiery session. I’m a giver. I’ve always been since I was nineteen in LA.

NO. I’ve always been a giver and a pleaser since I was a kid. when you grow up feeling like a loser and an inferior shit… you always give. You are a twisted pile of insensitive parenting and you are your own weakness.

You’ll always please and give to everybody you know when you’re broken as a person. I’ve always been that person. The pleaser. The giver. Obsessed with giving.

I remember when my father would say to me “Don’t be a victim.” The crazy irony is that his very behavior in how he treated me made me into the victim I have been my entire life. He gave me great lessons and taught me so much about life and I’m grateful for that. But his rage and behavior towards me over the years destroyed any self-esteem I could have ever cultivated to be the leader I could have been.

He would be pissed at my mom for her sexless stoic attitude and I would fail at school and he would rip me a new one instead of her. But I was just the fuse. The powder keg was him and she was the bomb.

He was the torch and she was the can of gas. They were a complete mismatch. The most terrifying moments in my life were at my father’s hands and words. He knew he could destroy a person with his tongue.

He took shameful pride in it.

His own mother. My Grammie. I loved her. She was an orphan that was given up because the family was too poor to keep her (More later) she once described her son… my father… as,  “The cow that gives the milk and then kicks the bucket over.”

I’m a middle-aged hyper-sexual. I’m like no one you know. Unless you’re best buds with David Duchovney. The needle on my sex drive has been cranked way back, but the demon still lives in there, but he’s cool.

I used to say that I was at war with my demons. But now we’re all on the same side.

Anxiety? Settle the fuck down. Depression? Oh, for fuck’s sake go out and do something!

How bad is my life?

Daughter Lorelei lives with me, I love her dearly and she’s turned out right. I’m writing these words and lovely Cherie’s is turning in my bed naked and beautiful while I take a break from the action to write this.

I love to see her sleep. I know her life is hard and I admire her mettle to go forth and succeed at 27. I also admire her love for me at my age. When she comes to my place in Rittenhouse  she can completely hide from the world. No work. No school. No kids. Just love, warmth romance and lots of mad sex.

Tomorrow we’re going to sleep in and have a delicious breakfast of whatever baby wants.

We’ll probably hit Midtown Diner because that’s where we started.

She’ll vanish on a train again and I’ll go back to work, errands and friends.

I need to maintain my relationship with Cherie. Because despite our differences and distance, I look at Cherie and see one word.

WIFE.

Okay, I know that seems scary and Lorelei would lose her shit but this lady seems that good.

Only time will tell…

 

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Cherie – Chapter 49 – Better to Give… Part 2

I draw the blue translucent curtains shut. Because tonight will carry us both into tomorrow.

I’ve lived a charmed life. It’s been good. I’ve had opportunity because of my skin, intelligence and wit. I’ve succeeded because of my dedication and hard work. I’m an overachiever.  A relentless sales guy that gets off on the kill. But I have natural ability in everything I do. You either kill it or get lazy the first chance you get because everything once you get it comes so easy to you because of your deadly abilities.

You only have that power because of your wiring and your upbringing. If you beat down a bright sensitive, odd child he will either become a CEO, a serial killer, or an artist. I’m sure there are a few other characters in there but I think you get it. (I’m the artist!)

That’s me. Here I am in my bed with a beautiful young woman again. It’s like I keep getting free passes from God to just keep going on the fun ride again and again! I don’t really know why. No one else I know gets these sort of splendors.

But fortune favors the bold.

And this frightened, anxiety ridden mess has run from his fears but then paused. I turned and slowly walked towards them and conquered them all. Without drugs. The drugs just fuck you up more. Surround yourself with good people and march forward toward your fears.

 

Cherie tells me we’ve talked enough but she wants to be naked.  She’s wearing the classic criss cross black body suit without a bra. (See: Cherie – Chapter 4 – Ribbons) Hot as shit. I love seeing the swing and curve over her breasts through that mesh top. She’s telling me some story about her and her sister in a store where they’re laughing and I reach my fingers through that criss cross lace.

She pauses and closes her eyes. I feel the soft supple swell of her breast. I go just a bit further and greet her stiffened nipple between my index and middle finger.

“Go on with your story.”

“I forget.” (smiles) “Wait I remember!”

I withdraw my hand but hold her close.

“My sister always threatens me that she’s going to steal my car and take it out.”

“What do you do?”

“I tell her that if she ever fucking takes my keys and steals my Saab I will call 911.”

“Oh my gosh!”

“Yea. I tell her that I will tell the cops that a black woman has stolen my Saab and I am a white woman and she has a gun!”

“Are you trying to get your sister killed?’

“No, Silly! It’s just a bit we do between each other because we know that’s how it is in this country. They’d pop a cap in my sister’s ass and kill her if that ever happened.”

Cherie giggles. I love comedy. Especially edgy next level borderline comedy, but there’s a dark truth in her humor.

“Well I’m tired of talking to you and I want to get naked.”

“No complaints here, dear.”

“But I’ve been at the hospital and school all day so I’m going to rinse off.”

“Okay bayba.”

Cherie gets up, kicks off her boots and pulls down her jeans.  Now she’s down to the one piece criss cross delish and a pair of purple panties.

She’s looking gorgeous and I can’t resist. I leap from the bed and go to her. We kiss and I hold her in my arms. I reach between her brown thighs and curl my finger between the two snaps holding the body suit together at the crotch.

I reach behind her because I don’t want to rip her little garment. I love this outfit. I have to be careful. I hold the back of the outfit that is basically a thong that is a cotton bridge between her delicious ass cheeks.

Cherie has a glorious but proportionate posterior. Not Kardashian, but athletic standard black girl butt.

It’s lovely.

I kiss her. She kisses me back. We miss each other. I’m happy and feel her love and heat in my arms. Out of everyone in the world, this is my girlfriend. I can’t believe at my age I’m still able to get a girlfriend half my age this pretty.

Well I kinda do.

Apparently, game goes a long way, baby.

“Can you close the drapes? Because you’re about to strip me naked.”

“Oh course my dear.”

I draw the blue translucent curtains shut. Because tonight will carry us both into tomorrow.

I hold my love close and the snaps at the bottom of her outfit yield to my force and open with the sound that is their name.

I gently pull the body suit over her body and from her head. (You never want to mess up a black woman’s hair…EVER)

Now she’s nude in front of me and I turn her around to the full length mirror in the corner of my bedroom. Given to me by former girlfriend, Michelle! (See: Michelle – A Brand New Day)

I’m still fully dressed but Cherie is completely nude and vulnerable. I like the idea that she can see herself in the mirror and I’m behind her. Clutching her breasts and kissing her neck. My right hand leaves her firm breast and caresses her belly down to the moist junction between her lovely thighs.

I touch her there and she jumps. Her softest spot and her most durable. I remove my hand and continue to kiss her neck.

“I’ve been at school and at the hospital all day. I need to rinse off.”

I regain some composure. I have to. I know what’s about to happen in the next 30 minutes.

I release my lady.

 

Living here on a weekly basis with my daughter Lorelei, it almost seems alien being alone here with a beautiful young woman and making mad love to her when she gets here.

Lorelei is great with telling me when she’ll be here and when she won’t. She’s off at Electric Halloween with her boyfriend this weekend. But she ALWAYS tells me when she’ll be rolling in and out of here. I love that because I never have to worry she’ll come upon some sort of “We were just working out doing nude yoga together in my bedroom scenario.”

Cherie heads to the shower.

 

Later, Cherie gets to her knees and is digging through her bag for whatever sundries she needs for this delayed mission. I’m standing next to her and I am lit up with blood lust.

This is how cool Cherie is: She is digging through her bag looking for her skin cream for after her shower and she gently places her hand on my crotch. It’s obvious I’m chubbing and firing up the Millennium Falcon to go, but that hand is an immediate soothe.

“I feel you… I’ll be right back, honey.”

Cherie hops in the shower. (I would have done love dirty. I don’t care) I’m pacing the bedroom like the cat that I am and putting on ‘ Music for Lovers’ on Pandora. (Hey I know it’s cheese but I like the stuff they play on there. Check it out!)

She comes out of the bathroom and gets in the bed and hops under the covers.

“I’m chilly!”

“You’re beautiful.”

“I love you honey.”

“I love you too…Guess what?”

“What, dear?”

“Take me…Now.”

 

I’m going to leave it to the beloved band Queen to describe the events of our night together.

 

 

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Cherie – Chapter 48 – Better to Give… Part 1

I’m in Awe…

Baby is determined to try to get down here this weekend. I think she’s shooting for Friday night when I finish at the salon. She says she has to go back around 11am or noon on Saturday, which is choice. Because that gives me time with her Friday night into Saturday for some greatest hits. I like this, because once she goes I’m off for the rest of the day from everything.

My daughter tells me we need paper towels for the kitchen. I’m a little curious about this because my vegan daughter Lorelei now owns my kitchen and uses all of the paper towels. I never touch a single one. But as a child who is nearly twenty-one she thinks all household stuff is paid for by parents.

I love her and I’m fine with it. I’m happy she’s my daughter.

I go to Walgreen’s and pick up two rolls of paper towels, a can of Axe body spray, (Phoenix. You’re welcome Axe or… I’m sorry Axe) A bag of kettle corn, (Cravings lately. Unexplained. Just love that stuff. It’ll pass.) condoms and a pack of cigs.

As I approach the counter I hope the cashier doesn’t put some sort of story together based on my purchases today…

Oh, this guy needs Axe body spray to attract a mate, and then he’s buying condoms in the hope he closes, and then he’s buying cigarettes to smoke after the sex. 

Or… He will eat the entire bag of kettle corn watching Netflix alone tonight when he fails miserably at the bar, using the paper towels to mop up his tears.

 

I’m at the salon on Friday and it’s quiet. A welcome repose from Thursday. It was busy yesterday night. I loved it. We made money, some of my favorite people stopped in, and the night flew by.

Cherie is on the train and on her way down to the city for the night. I lock up at 8pm and settle the drawer. She’s never been to the new salon. She texts me to ask whether she should come to me or head to my house.

I give her the address and tell her to come to the salon. I lock the doors and turn off the lights in the hallway. I hit the flashlight feature on my phone and head down the steps. The door downstairs opens and it’s Cherie!

She’s already off the train and here! I come down and give her a hug and a kiss. I’m so happy to see her. She looks great as always. Dark locks and sexy lips and hips. I’ve missed her. I’ve been thinking about her a lot this week.

Once I knew she confirmed for Friday night my hunger for her grew.

If you’ve been reading this blog you already know that I’ve accepted the fact that we can’t always be together. That’s just the way it is now. Cherie’s in school, working at the hospital, and taking care of her son. Just a full schedule.

But somehow love survives and thrives between us. A playful sweet love that has been built on a rich history over the last year. Our one year anniversary just happened two weeks ago. You would think that would be a time for great celebration and jewelry.

But she was in class and then at CHOP (Children’ Hospital) doing blood work for sick kids, and I was in meetings with an app company about selling their products in this market.

Cherie had to grow up fast in her twenties. Once you have a kid, that changes you if you’re made from anything good. Cherie is. She said to me tonight her son’s father doesn’t spend enough time with him and the support is light. I told her that I thought her ex had a good job and made decent money. She said he has five kids from two different ex-wives so he’s basically broke all the time.

“He’s white, right?”

(Laughs) “Yea. But my son is last on the list when it comes to support or time.”

“I’m sorry. But I’ve been divorced. Support is based on how many overnights he has with the child and how much income he earns. You can go to court and make him pay. It’s just a math equation.”

“You forget that we never married over the time we were together. There’s nothing in place for me to enforce it. I’m basically a single mother.”

By this point I’m lying next to her on my bed. We’re just talking before anything happens here. Her beautiful dark, almond eyes glisten with tears.

But no tears fall. She looks at me calmly describing her plight. She only blinks between statements.

My girlfriend is resolute.

“If my son’s father is going to fail and continue to fail as a father to his son with me, then I have to be the best mother I can to him.” She breathes deeply, never taking her eyes from mine. I see in her a strength I don’t know in anyone else I know. She means what she says and there’s no other choice for her. Cherie knows that because she’s lived in a world where she can count on no one but herself.

Her mom, dad and sister are great, but at the end of the day she knows she’s really the only one in her son’s life. This has been the painful and triumphant journey of many black women through history.

She’s beside me, her head supported by her hand on her side. I am lying on my back looking up to her. I realize in that moment, I truly am looking up to her.

She’s calm, and her words are sure. I love her. I love her so much in this moment. Looking upon her sheer will to survive.

I’m in awe.

 

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Cherie – Chapter 47 – Pay It Forward – Part 2

After our first amazing sex session, she usually dozes off. I am just the opposite. I feel energized and a bit euphoric. I tell her I’m going to go downstairs and try doing the laundry again. It’s probably 10pm by now.

I grab the bag and head down. The dryer is empty but there is a finished load of wet towels in the washer. Damn it! Did one of my neighbors throw in a load of towels and fall asleep? I could be a dick and just pull out the wet towels and place them on top of the dryer and just play through with my laundry. I do just that, but have an idea.

I put my stuff in the washer, add detergent, and load the $1.75 in quarters into the vending mechanism and hit the start button.

I go back upstairs and get some more quarters, a piece of paper and a pen. I try to collect as many quarters as possible on a regular basis because my daughter is always stealing them and doing her laundry on a weekly basis. I don’t mind!

I go back downstairs. I load the pile of wet towels into the dryer. I have just enough quarters to do their load and then do mine. After that I’m out of quarters. I pay for their dryer time and push start. I go back upstairs and sit quietly at my desk and do some writing while my girlfriend peacefully sleeps.

Forty minutes later I go back downstairs. My was is done and I check on my neighbor’s towels. They’re dry!

I fold all of their towels and stack them neatly on top of the washer. I then compose the following note:

Hello Neighbor,

I really needed to do my laundry tonight. I couldn’t wait any longer, so I paid it forward and did yours too! – (My initials)

I tossed my laundry into the dryer and paid for it with my last seven quarters.

I went back upstairs and felt really good about myself. I just thought of a great way to really do something nice for someone for under two dollars! Try to think of way you could do something that thoughtful for someone for under two dollars! I can’t think of anything. If you can, let me know in the comments section.

An hour later I go back downstairs and my laundry is finished! I bag it up and head upstairs. My neighbor’s towels are still stacked on the dryer along with my note. Mission accomplished!

I drop the bag on the floor of my bedroom and slink beneath the sheets beside my love, and fall asleep after my busy day.

The next morning we wake up pretty early. Actually Cherie woke up before I did and instead of my alarm, she awakened me with her mouth. What a glorious way to start a Sunday!

We don’t have to get up yet, so we decide to get it on. I love morning sex, because you’ve had some rest and can really get going.

“Do you want me to wear a condom?”

“Do you want to have sex with me?”

“Yes.”

Cherie: (Gives me the look)

Me: (Immediately suits up)

It’s wonderful and hot has always. Cherie is an orgasmic machine. I like this new condom rule. I feel completely safe and so does she. It actually turns me on more that I’m going to blast away inside her like I’m supposed to without any pesky new humans showing up in nine months that I have to raise.

 

We shower and head out to breakfast. Her Saab is parked down at 19th and Bainbridge so I decide to take her to Honey’s Sit n’ Eat down at 21st and South st. It’s a little rustic breakfast and lunch spot that serves really good home style meals. They accept cash only. Usually this place is slammed on the weekends but it’s early and we get seats at the counter. Which is good because we’re near the back and it’s much quieter.

Staff was on point, food was delicious and there were no issues. The place is a little pricey but Cherie never asks for anything and I’m delighted to take her our to a really hearty breakfast.

Here’s the coolest, most amazing part of the meal. (Other than my beautiful baby) When I walked in music was quietly playing in the background. I like when they play the music at a low volume. I don’t like a noisy restaurant and don’t want to have to shout during my meal. Highway Star was playing by Deep Purple. I like that, but every song after that is from Black Sabbath’s second album Paranoid. Then they started playing songs from their third LP, Master of Reality. I’ve never been in a restaurant or a bar in my life, (and I’ve been in plenty!) that played that much classic metal by a single artist non stop. It was glorious. Because it was played at low volume it was if it was all for me as a bonus. I didn’t know I could be more happy than after a night and morning with Cherie, but that did it.

Cherie said she was sufficiently stuffed. (poor thing, 3rd time in 24 hrs!)  I only had a breakfast sadwich so I was

Cherie: “I’m stuffed.”

Me: “Aww poor thing. Feeling stuffed three times in 12 hours!”

Cherie: (Gives me a wry smile)

I happily pay the bill, and out we go. We get to her Saab and she drives me to the salon.

“When you get home text me so I know you’re safe, dear. Thank you so much for coming down to see me. It was wonderful! I love you, Cherie.”

“I love you more.”

 

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Cherie – Chapter 46 – Pay It Forward – Part 1

After having my first Saturday off in a while and spending some time chatting with Summer and her boyfriend over at the salon, it was time to prepare.

The afternoon was humid. I wanted to have some food in my stomach so I stopped in at Lazaro’s Pizza down at 18th and South. It’s just a few blocks from my house. They have huge thin crusted NY style slices. One slice and a can of soda is enough for me. Lately I’ve noticed in the last few months, I’ve needed less and less food to sustain myself. Not losing weight or anything, just going with smaller portions. I normally am happy with half of whatever is the usual serving is in most restaurants. As American’s we eat entirely too much food.

I have a theory about this. I’m at a point where I have never been happier and more at peace. Ex-wife long gone from my life. Currently not chained to a shitty rat race job that I hate. Daughter Lorelei is doing well. Good girlfriend, and I’m just living a happy simple life.

I have found lately that people who obsess over food and over eat, are just stuffing their feelings. The food gives them that little tiny dopamine drop that makes them feel good, because the rest of their life is pretty much a stressful, empty mess.

I don’t know, but if you can live a simple uncluttered life, you’ll feel better and won’t need as much. A little bit will satisfy you. You don’t have to kill your demons. Just keep them on a short leash.

Writing this story has taught me so much. If you want to have a good life, you’ve just got to go there and live it. Get out of your own way and just go do what you want to do. The only thing holding back is you.

I’m starting to see a pattern with some of the people in my life. The reckless spending. The paralysis. The obsessive behaviors. Somewhere in among all of that is a deep-rooted unhappiness and dissatisfaction with life in general. There are people who should have moved forward with their lives years ago and they are still mired in the life they do not want.

But you know what?

They are right where they’re supposed to be because they never did anything to change and evolve.

I finish my slice and head across the street to Walgreens. Years ago that was an empty lot and the area was a little sketchy at night. but no more. This area (Graduate Hospital) has improved so much in the last few years it looks like a whole different neighborhood.

I pick up some much-needed things for the house and some assorted surprise juices that I’ll hide in the fridge for Lorelei. (She loves juice!) I head back to the house and clean up the place a bit. The usual stuff: change the sheets, mop the floor, fabreze everything. Then hit the bathroom hard with some bleach and cleanser. I’ve got some time so I grab a handful of quarters and all my dirty laundry and head to the basement to do a load. Who could possibly be doing laundry at 5pm on a Saturday?

Of course there is a load going in both the washer and dryer. This puts a wrench in the works. I go back upstairs and drop the bag. I grab some clean sheets from the closet and make the bed. I would have preferred the royal blue ones for baby but these tan ones will have to do. I know Cherie doesn’t care but I haven’t seen her in a couple of weeks. I know it’s a pain to get down here with everything going on her life and the sheer logistics of the mission. I just want things to be nice for her when she gets here. She says my house is the only place where she can truly relax even if it’s a short time.

I’m pissed I can’t get my laundry done, but I get the place looking presentable in the meantime. The air is on, my room is nice and cool and smells great. I light some candles, and put on some chill tunes on Pandora.

Cherie arrives and we relax and exchange stories. She looks beautiful. Black top with a short skirt and matching flats. Sometimes she’s so spent when she gets here she just needs to lie down on the bed and chit-chat. Other times she wants things to move forward a little faster.  I like talking with her instead of attacking her. I genuinely miss her and am happy to see her and catch up as a couple. I figure we have all night.

That time comes and the fun begins. She’s pleased with the initial results that I am able to draw forth from her like a bee to a flower. She pushes me away because she has reached critical mass in regard to her flower. I roll onto my back and she says, “Where do you want me?” She’s ready for the big moment.

“I think I’d like you to hop up here, cowgirl.”

“Okay.”

But then she stopped. “Can you wear a condom?”

I didn’t react. I simply grabbed one from the night table, tore open the package and suited up. Cherie mounted me and we were off to outer space.

She later told me her last two periods have been late, and that has really stressed her out. I didn’t even question it when she made request, because sexually I will always obey what the woman wants. She faces all of the risk. Cherie does not want any more children and of course neither do I. Normally I have great control and always pull out. But I will say this, I know how we men feel about condoms. You can’t feel anything, etc. I get it. But the great thing about wearing a condom is you can finish properly like sex was intended.

I’ve tried quite a few different brands, but at the moment I recommend, Trojan Supre. Really good. Thin and you definitely feel it.

(To be continued tomorrow…)

 

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Cherie – Chapter 45 – The Return of my Love

“I owe you for some birthday sex.”

Cherie has returned from Japan! She and her family have been visiting her brother for the last few weeks. He’s married and works in Navy Intelligence. This is the last time they’ll all be able to visit him over there so they took the opportunity. He’ll be stationed back in the States next year.

We’ve been in touch the entire time she was over there on the other side of the world. We used an international texting app called WhatsApp. It works great for chatting with your loved ones or anybody when you’re traveling abroad.

I was just happy that she and her family all arrived home safely and had a good time.

A couple weeks went by and there were some milestones while she was gone. We reached our 10 month anniversary, on the 8th and I celebrated my birthday on the 9th. She was in a completely different time zone so she said happy anniversary to me on the 8th over there and then the next day I said the same to her here in the US. (Because Japan is ahead of us by 14 hours?)

She said she owed me some birthday sex. I don’t think anyone has ever given me that before. They may have and I’ve forgotten over the years. But based on the sex we’re currently having, birthday sex may very well kill me.

She tells me she wants to come down this Saturday around 6:30. I’ve been working a lot lately so that’s the best I can do. She always has to get someone to watch her son which is usually her sister or mom. I finish up at the salon and head home at 5:30 so I’ve got a little time to prep. And by prep, I mean clean. Fresh sheets, Fabreze, give the bathroom the once over and replenish the candy dish on her side of the bed with fresh treats. Baby loves her milk chocolate.

She says she’s looking for parking so I head out of the house. She finds a spot down on 19th and Fitzwater. Perfect. That’s only a few blocks away and she won’t have to pay for parking. I start walking south on 19th and she walks north. (Cherie hates when I use words like North and South because it just further confuses her.)

I can see my love walking towards me in the distance. I’m so happy to see her! It’s probably been over a month and we’re both way overdue for some intimacy.

Finally we meet. We embrace and kiss. I’m so happy to see her! She looks beautiful of course. Her hair a tangle of raven and copper braids. Tight black slacks and heels. A sheer black top. She’s wearing a little jacket over it for modesty but she certainly is not wearing a bra.

We stroll together back to the batcave. The weather hasn’t been as hot lately, so all of the windows are open and the air conditioner is off.

Cherie once said to me that if she’s carrying her backpack then she’s staying the night. If not she has to go home in a few hours. Thankfully tonight she has her bag.

“How long can I keep you?”

“I should probably roll out of here around 7:30 or 8:00 tomorrow morning. My dad has to cook at a barbecue he and my mom are going to in Delaware.

“Oh that sounds fun!”

“Nah, I think my mom roped him into cooking because he’s great behind the grill.”

We chat, and I bring her up to date on my stuff. Work, the salon, the fitness center, my other job, etc. She in turn tells me all the fun they had in Japan. I had lots of questions obviously. I think I was just amazed that my girlfriend who was sitting on the edge of my bed right now was on the other side of the world in a foreign country just last week. I’ve done some traveling but mostly here in the US. I haven’t done any global trips in my life.

It was all very fascinating to me. I’ve always been interested in Asian history and culture. They just seem a bit more evolved than the rest of us. They certainly embrace honor and manners and I certainly appreciate that. (Plus I’ve always had a thing for hot Asian chicks!)

Then she starts pulling things out of her bag. First thing is a little blue box. She hands it to me.

“Got you a gift.”

“Aww! You didn’t have to that!”

It’s a little shot glass with some Asian symbols on it and the word Japan.

“I love it! I’ll do a shot tomorrow and send you a pic.”

“Well I know you like to drink so…”

Perfect gift. Thank you, dear! (kisses)

Then she pulls at this very interesting looking cylindrical bottle, with Japanese writing all over it. She tells me that it’s Japanese plum wine, and you have to wait 3 months to drink it, and can only wait 3 years to drink it. I take a closer look and it appears to have 3 or four little plums inside it. I don’t know what the proof on this wine is, but I’m certainly willing to find out. I guess the drinkability window is based on the age and pickling of the plums. (I’ll have to do some research on authentic plum wine.)

“We should drink it together.”

“That would be a new thing for us Cher. We’ve never shared one drink, ever.”

“Well we should do it.”

“Hey, how about for our one year anniversary?”

“Perfect. But you know with our crazy schedules it may not land on the exact day, but somewhere around it.”

“I’ll just be proud to know that we made it a year and we’re a happy couple.”

Maybe I could take her to a nice BYO restaurant for our anniversary and bring our little bottle of plum wine!

Cherie have never drank together. That time she and I went to Mix Pizza she told me if I wanted a drink I should get one. You should all know by this time that I love to drink. But when I’m with Cherie I just don’t feel like it. We don’t engage in any activities that involve alcohol. She’s not much of a drinker at all. We like movies, food, sex and whatever else but you won’t see us ever hanging at a bar. I don’t need to get her loosened up with booze. She’s always horny and ready to go. Besides, at my age, I don’t want anything messing with my signal during sex. Alcohol could affect my altimeter if you get my meaning.

Then she pulls out a keychain with Arielle from The Little Mermaid.

“We went to Tokyo Disneyworld. I know you told me that Lorelei liked the little mermaid when she was little so I wanted to get her a little something.”

“You are the best, Cher. I think she’ll love it. Maybe she’ll hook it to her bag she carries around with her.” (hugs and kisses)

I’m still chatting and walking about the room. Cherie smiles and lays back on the bed.

“I haven’t seen you in a long time. I’ve really missed you a lot and I’m really horny.”

“Alrighty then.”

It was an amazing evening and lasted into Sunday morning. Glorious!

I’m so glad that I have Cherie in my life. She is such a lovely woman, and an absolutely chill girl that never wants anything. I even had a few “wife” moments again when we were giggling in bed tonight.

 

 

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