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Click hereShe was also perfectly at ease with her body and had a sense of fun about our sex. A playfulness in our lovemaking. In all, Huan was the perfect mate, the perfect roommate, the perfect sexual mate, the perfect woman in my life. Yes, I was in love, deeply in love even more than I'd ever thought possible.
She took all my thoughts, her being became my whole world. I loved her so, so much. I did ask her what her name meant and she told me it stood for joy or happiness and I told her that she was also perfectly named, she was my joy and happiness and I wanted her to be mine forever.
After four years of living together, we both graduated with degrees in our chosen fields. You will not be surprised to learn that Huan was an honors graduate and landed a great job with a major chemical company in doing safety audits and emergency planning. I also work for the same company in mechanical engineering designing product transport systems.
We've been married seven years now and have two beautiful little girls, Jia, five, her name means beautiful, and Meili, three, which also means beautiful and graceful. They are as beautiful as their mother.
We both have busy careers and two small children to pamper and please but our sex has not diminished a bit. Huan often puts the children to bed, then gets unclothed to come get me if I'm watching television or something and leads me to our wonderful kingsized bed for some kingsized lovemaking.
Every time I slide my eager cock into her hungry body, I thank the college's Admin Office for sending me such a treasure; the best mistake of my life.
I love the underlying philosophy: "Well, my father always told me to never waste time deciding what you want. He said, 'Think about the options, see what your heart says, then act on it, make it yours.'
If we all were more in touch with our lust and more open in sharing our emotions, instead of being repressed by religious superstitions, our society would be more social, more productive, and less combative. Look at how much time this couple saved during college by being emotionally straightforward and satisfying each other's lust instead of wasting hundreds of hours chasing the other sex in the frustration of meaningless parties and mixers.
This would have been much more believeable had their relationship built slowly, over maybe a period of weeks. The first part of the story was much too rushed, and both dialogue and credability suffered as a result.