Here is the story of how I met and married my wife, Vanessa. First of all, yes, this is a mostly true story. A few details were embellished to fill in holes in my memory, but the major events are all true.
Vanessa is forty-eight years old. I, however, am only twenty-four. That's a big age difference, but to me, it doesn't matter. Vanessa is one-fourth African-American, with dark hair, dark eyes, and dark skin. I might post a picture later, but for now, I can tell you that she's always reminded me of another Vanessa: Vanessa Williams. Most of you guys would probably disagree, but I think that my Vanessa is far more beautiful than Williams, and any girl my age.
I have known her since I was a child. Vanessa was friends with my mother, and often came over to talk and have a drink with her. I can remember the exact moment that I fell in love with her, when I was nine and she was thirty-three: Vanessa and my mother were going out to a fancy restaurant, and Vanessa showed up at our door to pick her up. I opened the door to the sight of her wearing a red dress. I stared down the v-line at her sexy breasts, and I was gone. Hell, I wasn't even going through puberty yet!
To be continued...
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I used to be a Toy Boy and loved every minute.
I used to be a Toy Boy and loved every minute.