I never thought I'd love again.
After my husband died, withering away in that hospital bed, I couldn't even imagine letting someone into my heart, especially when I vowed to love my husband forever. I could barely eat or sleep.
Depression consumed me with no end in sight.
But then *he* came into my life. A beacon of light in what I thought was an otherwise hopeless situation.
He was quiet and unassuming, but his presence reminded me that there was a way for me to be happy again.
It took me a long time to become intimate with him, but he never rushed me. At first, I was only able to stare at him from my pillow with a slight smile.
Over time, I was able to touch him, feeling just how strong and powerful he was. One night, I knew I was ready to give myself to him.
I began tentatively stroking him and took him inch by inch into my mouth.
Finally, *finally*, I had the courage to embrace the hope he had given me. And as I pulled the trigger, I fell to the floor with a rush of orgasmic bliss.