February

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My Zach and I.

We're finally, finally together. And it'll stay this way forever. I'll never let my baby go. Never. How could I? Not when we're getting married in 3 months.

I got us a dog. A little German Shepard puppy. I'm bringing him home tonight to surprise Zach. I don't have to worry about how he'll react because I know he'll be great. He'll be an amazing dad to the small dog, which I, of course, will let my angel name.

This is the next step in our relationship, and I couldn't be happier we're taking it. People say that you need to make sure you can take care of an animal before you try it with a kid.

Now, my Zach can't get pregnant, of course, but adoption is great too. We'll get a little boy-or no-a girl-or- well it won't matter because Zach will be the best father there ever was or will be.

So the dog isn't even a test to see if we can handle kids, because I know we can. We obviously can. It's more of an excuse to get out of bed, to test my self control. If I could, I'd tie my baby to the bed and ravish him all day and all night long. With the dog, I can't.

I recently got a new job, performing at the bar that Zach works at. It doesn't pay much, but it's my dream job. I can even shoot Zach a little wink while I'm singing a love song every now and then.

Overall, I'm doing quite well. I'm so thankful to have my angel in my life again.

I'm so excited to get home with the puppy. Because I have another surprise for Zach as well.

I bought him some...uh...

Lace panties.

They're red with black lace. They're so beautiful. I'd never thought myself to be the kind of guy with this kink but then again, I never thought myself to be a guy with a daddy kink either. I saw those god-forsaken panties at the store and thought nothing of them until I got hard in the middle of fucking Target from thinking about how good those things would look wrapped around Zach's full, round ass. How it would look when I pushed those panties aside to be inside him.

Shit, now I'm hard again.

I've (unwillingly) made a promise with Zach, though, that I'm not allowed to masturbate. He says it's cheating on him. I strongly, strongly disagree, but who's the princess in our relationship?

Zach.

Is it such a bad thing that I don't mind? I'd do anything for him, say anything for him.

I'm so glad that money isn't an issue with us. I can buy Zach anything he asks (or doesn't ask) for. Our engagement rings are beautiful, and my friend Carson is really jealous. Even though he refuses to wear necklaces, I really wish he would wear them. I saw him trying one on one time in a jewelry store and I was captivated. I'm always starstruck around my angel, but it was different. He looked so glamorous.

Ah, I'm rambling. But, what can I say, dear Diary? I missed you. Almost as much as I missed my Angel <3

Over And Out,
Rami xx

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