This is a story about a long time friendship that turns in to a true love story. Follow this journey of almost 30 years and the nearly 30 years it took to get to be a Slow Love. Journalist Karen G Neil, (GiGi to her friends) has a long past with Pr...
After a few hours, getting into the bewitching hours, I wake up and he is sound asleep. Here's my chance to get in that dress on and wake him up to give him his Christmas present. I head over to the wardrobe, so far so good, and get the dress on with a beautiful flowing caftan over it. I sneak down to get the disc and bring it back to load into the TV in the master suite. I get it all loaded, turn around and he is awake, watching me. "Baby, what are you doing?" I pick up to control and take it over to him. "Sweetheart, hit play. Merry Christmas!" I lean over to him and kiss him, taking a side step out of his reach. I want him to see the whole show I have carefully planned and if gets a hold on me, it will be all over. He presses the play button and the video cues up, with Mariah singing. Looking puzzled he says, "What's this, a movie?" I tell him, "Keep watching."
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Right about now, the fade out comes and it's me. I stepped back and flung the caftan off, standing just behind him off to the side. He is watching intently, crawling to the end of the bed just mesmerized at it. The video is about 3 ½ minutes and when it was over, he looked back at me, flying out of the bed, chasing me all over the place. I say, "No, no. Go back, there's more." I could see Mr.Happy was very happy and this going to be difficult to get him to go back. The next part of it is just music and I give him the live version. After the music cued up, and me pleading with him to go back to bed, he finally did as I wanted. "Baby, I can't believe there is anything better than what I just saw." Holding him off and keeping out of his reach, maintaining a safe distance from him, I got about ⅔ through it, having the time of my life and got too close to the bed. OH CRAP!! He snagged me and consumed me from head to toe. Needless to say, I think my purple one was extremely pleased with that Christmas gift. The dress on the other hand did not fare well and ended up in shreds. I got all I wanted for Christmas!
Waking on Christmas Day, he is holding me snugly and humming to me. "Good Morning Sweetheart. Merry Christmas!" Turning into me, holding me tighter, "Baby, that Christmas gift last night was spectacular! If I didn't already know, God created you just for me and I'm addicted to your love." He pulls me in for a kiss, light and gentle with some playful licking. Cradling my head to the exploration of his mouth, his other hand sliding behind my back to press me tighter to him. Our passion ignited into a full expression of our love for each other. "Baby, You bring nothing but love, peace, joy, and happiness to my soul and holding you like this communicates to me all of our love. I know I finally discovered my true love-you." "Oh, Sweetheart, you are my love, my heart and my life. No one has loved me the way you love me and nothing will ever stop me from loving you. Words are not enough to express how much I-Love-You." Wrapping me up in his arms, kissing me with soft, buttery lips and intent of going somewhere when he says, "Merry Christmas, Baby! I want to give you your present now." I lifted the sheets and looked, turning my head back to him, "Sweetheart, I don't see a red bow." He just cracked up laughing hysterically and rolling me all over the bed. "Baby, how do you come up with that stuff so quick? Your sense of humor never stops and I love you for it." He has me on my back leaning over me while looking me right in the eyes, "Sweetheart, I sang to you last night telling you all I wanted for Christmas is you." "Baby, you have all of me anytime, any day, any way, all the time. I have a Christmas present I want to give you, one that you can unwrap and open." He stops and sniffs the air, "I smell something sweet coming for the kitchen. Let's take a shower and go downstairs." The shower took an inordinate amount of time, wash, pleasure, wash again, lotion, pleasure. Finally clean and dressed heading downstairs, the staff was busy making the recipes I had given them for breakfast. First up was the pecan cinnamon sticky rolls with coffee on the veranda. He ate those until I thought he was going to founder on them. I knew he would love them and I scheduled brunch for later to give us some time to digest them. He gave them the menu for dinner and I was in charge of breakfast and brunch. He was thrilled with the sweet rolls, "Baby, do you know how to make those sweet rolls?" I told him I did and I gave my recipe to the staff to make these for us. He said, "You've been holding out on me with those. I want them all the time! They are fabulous." I told him I would make them for him again since he loved them so much. He stands up, very charmingly asks me, "Baby will you take a walk with me?" I respond, "Of course I will. I love walking around the island with you." We walked around the island spending time to stop, kiss, hug and enjoy each other. When we arrive back at the house, he takes me to the pool and there is a new cabana bed there waiting for us.
