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"Thank you human." She nods.
I nod in return, not quite sure what to say. Still incredibly confused by the whole situation.
She looks down at my sweats again.
"That is where the human male appendage lies, am I correct?" She asks...
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Once Dhalia was reassured (and I was reassured with her sweet words and gentle patience) she began trying on her clothes. I watched with a painfully hard dick pushing against my jeans, aching for release. Most of her options were bright, flowing dresses and skirts that moved and spun with her. They were cinched at the waist and fell loosely around her legs, accentuating her curves. Some had slits in their sides, letting her toned legs peek out, and every flash I saw made me lose my breath. For the skirts, she chose matching tops that were cropped short to show a sliver of toned skin, and low enough to show her breasts. I directed her toward some lingerie shops and she chose against buying underwear, complaining that it looked too tight and restrictive and she didn't want to take a chance on the off chance of them altering her scent. I wasn't bothered either way, it was her body and therefore her choice, but I didn't expect it eliciting reactions from me.
After we got back home and threw the clothes in the wash, she tried them on. Seeing her ass moving in the skirt and knowing she wore absolutely nothing underneath was incredibly distracting, and I found myself having to readjust my hard dick more than a few times.
Every day I spent with her, I realized more and more that the woman was killing me with her cute little quirks, these little things she did naturally, the things that probably never crossed her mind. Like when she got excited, not only would her eyes light up to a bright green, but she'd bounce up and down on her toes. Or how she'd twirl coils of her hair when she was nervous in unfamiliar surroundings, she'd start at the coil of hair at her temple, twirling it beside her chin, then she'd switch to a baby curl at the nape of her neck. And now, when she wears bright flowing clothes with absolutely nothing underneath.
I sound like a stalker, but I know every intimate movement and action of Dhalia's because we are together literally every minute of every day, sharing a room in a small two-bedroom apartment, always only steps away from her if not within arms reach.
It was definitely an adjustment period, I wasn't used to having someone so consistently present in a space I called my own. But I quickly acclimatized because God, Dhalia was a gorgeous addition to my day. Waking up every day to her laying on my chest and softly snoring takes me to heights of peace and calm and happiness that I have never felt before. I'm no longer hit with that pang of loneliness that could only be filled by someone showing me genuine, unfiltered love. Dhalia may not love me, but every day she shows me so much love in the way she holds me, the way she speaks to me, the way she values me, the way she reassures me, I could go on and on and on.
I'm noticing more and more how I struggle to keep my eyes off of her for longer than a few moments. And with her sharp predator instincts, she catches me staring often. But I can't help but balk at her flawless beauty and grace. Everything she does is kind of enchanting, because she's experiencing so many things for the first time. So I'm always watching eagerly for that look of wonder to cross her face and for those colorful eyes to light up in excitement. Every reaction and interaction she has with a new place is so precious that I make my best efforts not to miss a single one.
