Ashley seemed so romantic today, I loved it. The day we had was so intamate. I knew I wanted to spend more time with her, it was so addictive, she was so addictive. I wanted to love her, until it hurt. The next day, the day after that and so on everyday there was somthing differant, the good kind of differant. Everything seemed to slow down when I was with her, so I could breath it every detail, every facet of our love. Then the day came. She was on top of me, in my bed kissing me for the longest time. Then something wild in me awakened. I flipped over so I was on top.
“Ashley, I want to make love to you. Will you let me?”