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Singlemalt

Singlemalt

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Hell ya you are right to love her and she loves you. A woman that will surprise you with a favorite meal and let you have it all, is, well, a keeper.

A few years ago, there was a ton of shit going on at work, so much so I was working long hours and had to delay my annual birthday week vacation. I'm pissed, really grouchy but its the last day and tmo I'd start the vacay. I'm not gonna get off work til around 9pm, if I'm lucky home by 9:30 and start drinking and grub around the frig. The Gf stops by work and wants to know when I'll be home, and if there's a chance I'll be delayed. I tell her, yeah I'll make but I don't want company, and I'd see her tmo. She gives me a knowing smile and agrees. I get home and the house smells wonderful. There's an instruction sheet she had hand written, and I need to attend to the kitchen now. An open bottle of wine (breathing) and an oven full of this baked fish that she makes and I can't get enough of. I normally have to beg her to make it; its not complicated, but she's not fond of fish, and when she does there usually isn't enough. She had trippled it and it was ALL MINE! I fucked her silly the next evening
 
Unclebaldrick

Unclebaldrick

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Singlemalt said:
Hell ya you are right to love her and she loves you. A woman that will surprise you with a favorite meal and let you have it all, is, well, a keeper.

A few years ago, there was a ton of shit going on at work, so much so I was working long hours and had to delay my annual birthday week vacation. I'm pissed, really grouchy but its the last day and tmo I'd start the vacay. I'm not gonna get off work til around 9pm, if I'm lucky home by 9:30 and start drinking and grub around the frig. The Gf stops by work and wants to know when I'll be home, and if there's a chance I'll be delayed. I tell her, yeah I'll make but I don't want company, and I'd see her tmo. She gives me a knowing smile and agrees. I get home and the house smells wonderful. There's an instruction sheet she had hand written, and I need to attend to the kitchen now. An open bottle of wine (breathing) and an oven full of this baked fish that she makes and I can't get enough of. I normally have to beg her to make it; its not complicated, but she's not fond of fish, and when she does there usually isn't enough. She had trippled it and it was ALL MINE! I fucked her silly the next evening
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That's nice. My wife is wonderful but something like that would be extremely unlikely. She just doesn't think that way. I do though - lucky girl.
 
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