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curvynerdywordy:

nymphoninjas:


Dear Ninja and Trouble,
I started dating InLove two years ago last January.  On our first date, he walked up, without pretense, smiled, then moved in for the most gentle and provocative kiss of my life.  It was as if we had kissed a thousand times.
The first time I laid my head in the crook of his arm, and I ran my fingers through his chest hair and let the smell of him wash over me, it felt like I was home.  
When I am upset, all he needs to do is wrap his arms around me and let me tuck my head under his chin and my heartbeat slows to a gentle rhythm and my breathing returns to normal.
We have had these interactions so often in our relationship, we move through them like dancers in a well-choreographed routine.  I have never once wondered how I looked in these moments, only noticed how I felt.
Until I saw this picture.  I, like a lot of people, don’t show my face on tumblr. But how could I not, when I saw my expression, as I peered up at InLove staring down at me in this moment?  I knew it was the same look I gave him when moved in to kiss me that first day.  The same look I give him each night as we whisper, entwined together.  The same look I give him when he eases whatever ails my heart.  This the look of girl who is home.
Love,
CNW

Absolutely beautiful, you captured honesty so perfectly. Your confidence, comfort and happiness are obvious in the expression on your face and I am very glad you were brave enough to share it with us today. Thanks for sharing this intimate moment with us. I really appreciate it.

Thank you,
nymphoninjas
for showing this moment between
in-love-with-a-curvy-nerd
and I.

curvynerdywordy:

nymphoninjas:

Dear Ninja and Trouble,

I started dating InLove two years ago last January.  On our first date, he walked up, without pretense, smiled, then moved in for the most gentle and provocative kiss of my life.  It was as if we had kissed a thousand times.

The first time I laid my head in the crook of his arm, and I ran my fingers through his chest hair and let the smell of him wash over me, it felt like I was home.  

When I am upset, all he needs to do is wrap his arms around me and let me tuck my head under his chin and my heartbeat slows to a gentle rhythm and my breathing returns to normal.

We have had these interactions so often in our relationship, we move through them like dancers in a well-choreographed routine.  I have never once wondered how I looked in these moments, only noticed how I felt.

Until I saw this picture.  I, like a lot of people, don’t show my face on tumblr. But how could I not, when I saw my expression, as I peered up at InLove staring down at me in this moment?  I knew it was the same look I gave him when moved in to kiss me that first day.  The same look I give him each night as we whisper, entwined together.  The same look I give him when he eases whatever ails my heart.  This the look of girl who is home.

Love,

CNW

Absolutely beautiful, you captured honesty so perfectly. Your confidence, comfort and happiness are obvious in the expression on your face and I am very glad you were brave enough to share it with us today. Thanks for sharing this intimate moment with us. I really appreciate it.

Thank you,
nymphoninjas
for showing this moment between
in-love-with-a-curvy-nerd
and I.

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