“You’re My Princess”

Friday evening scenario.

New boyfriend holds my hands. He caresses it and squeezes it.

“You’ve got soft hands,” he said.

“It only proves how lazy I am,” I said.

“I won’t let my princess work at home. I’ll do the house chores for you,” he said.

He asked for my house key, visited over the weekend while I was out of town and cleaned my apartment. This guy’s pampering me like a princess. I do hope he stays this way until and after we get married.

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