One Sunday Morning
About six weekends ago, I came to in unfamiliar surroundings. Shaking cobwebs out of my head, I managed to figure out I was in a hotel room. I heard a small sigh and, on closer inspection, I realised I was not alone.

My recall started to kick in and I pieced together the previous evening, at some point during which I had been introduced to the beautiful Emily. We'd chatted, flirted, snogged, and I'd been invited back to her hotel room where she'd been staying as she lived in Manchester. Much fun had been had and we'd fallen asleep at around 7am.

When she stirred I was convinced it would be awkward, but she looked at me, murmured, "Morning, you," and rolled over facing away, pulling my arm across her so we were spooning. We chatted a bit, realised there was no awkwardness, and had some more sexytime.

We texted each other all week, and she came through to Leeds the week after, which was when we decided to become a couple. So far it's going like a dream.

Apologies for soppiness. Pic of her in profile for a brief period.
( Boss Keloid Got your mother's maiden name tattooed on my arm, Fri 29 Aug 2008, 14:08, 4 replies)

click
you soppy get

*hugs*
(happylittletulip helpless and delicious, Fri 29 Aug 2008, 14:16, closed)

Yowza!
That is all.
( PopePollo defloculating the soup of the surreal, Fri 29 Aug 2008, 14:17, closed)

Woo!
BK and Emily sitting in a tree.

K.I.S.S.I.N.G.
( girlinthehole, Fri 29 Aug 2008, 14:19, closed)

I've just read through 6 pages of nonsense and
- finally I get to this one, the first to prompt a reply out of me. This is a fucking lovely story and all I can say is... good luck to you both! Really, really hope it lasts.
( Ptolemy the man with the silent pea, Fri 29 Aug 2008, 14:22, closed)