Levels of this

Symbolically, it made sense. Realistically, it was a bit harder to practice.

There were no instructions and all the levels looked the same. Sections were slightly color coded, but in the end, he’d have to sort it out on his own.

She expected him to know what he was doing. After all, what else did guys talk about in the locker rooms growing up. They had to know. Plus, boys were always playing too much.

She just knew one thing, she wanted to be amply satisfied. There were no book to give to him, just the expectations that she’d not be let down.

As he prepared to disrobe her for the first time on their honeymoon, he watched in delightful awe of her figure. She was the total package.

In time, he’d master the terrain, and teach her a thing or two, for now, it was all fresh and new for the both of them.

There had better be many levels to this, as this young couple had many healthy years ahead. The book, that naughty book with a clean title, had promised so many positions

Now, to figure them out without getting himself or her hurt. Who would take the lead? Why he of course, she had that look, and his heart knew it was right that he lead this adventure.

She also had that devilish nod that suggested that his leadership was not going to be without testing. After all, the chase did not end with the nuptials, it was just beginning.

He would earn his daddy stripes, she gleefully entertained the thought. And boy would she earn her kitten stripes over time. But that’s for another time, another day, another time.