Sunday, October 2, 2016

So About That Wedding...

Been promising this post for a while, but life has been busy, y'all!
You see, about two months ago I met this guy. Michael. That's him in these pictures.

We took quite a shine to each other. At first, it was because he likes to do this... 
A lot.

I mean, seriously, I've never met a man who loves doing this so much. And he does it extremely well, too. 
We met and there were sparks and flames and fireworks and orgasms...  
Dude is talented. 

And he has this massive cock (it was in our marriage vows that I have to mention that in every post). 

A funny thing happened, though. The more time we spent together, the more we clicked. The more we laughed, and the more we shared. We did goofy things like visiting the land of giantesses, or mud-wresting. We spent hours and hours just talking. Or saying very little as we curled up to watch a movie together. We became best friends as well as lovers.

We fell in love.

And, as it does, the topic of partnering came up. Yeah, okay, I brought it up.

We determined that neither of us were opposed to the idea but decided to sit on it for a few days... a week, and then revisit.
Yes, these are our engagement photos. 

And no, he wasn't really spanking me at the time. If you're going to have a serious talk, you might as well do it in a goofy pose, right?
And that's how we became engaged. "Do you think we should?" "Yeah, I think we should."

It was all incredibly romantic!

And it was perfectly us.

Discussions were about about the when, the where, the guests, the etc., etc., so on and so forth. I didn't want to do the big wedding thing. I just wanted it to be the two of us. 
We didn't set a date. It was just something we were going to do sometime. It was a Sunday night, we were both tired and getting ready to start a new week and we went to bed.

I went to work the next day... a Monday... and came home tired and grouchy. I logged in and... HOLY SHIT!

He was ready to get hitched. RIGHT THEN. I literally had about 10 minutes to get ready for my wedding.
And snap a couple photos, of course, because I'm me. Luckily, I had a beautiful white gown (stop laughing... to quote Annie Savoy, "Honey, we all deserve to wear white.") that I hadn't had a chance to wear yet. And I had a bouquet. 
And, most importantly, I had a groom. 

During the course of the day, my sweetie had built... magic. An incredible setting for just the two of us. 

He gave me the moon and stars. Literally. 
We danced... he'd picked a song for me. I'm keeping it to myself... some things are so special that you don't want to share them. 

It's a beautiful song, and we danced. It was such a perfect, romantic, extraordinary setting for our wedding. It was magical. He gave me my rings, and we put them on. The partnership request came, and was accepted. My name was changed. 

And we were married. 
And then, because we're us, shit got goofy. We spent far too much time taking photos that neither of us were really happy with, but we had to capture the moment. And when you have two photographers both trying to capture the moment, 10 minutes turns into 20, turns into an hour, then two. RL interruptions. Phone calls, potty breaks... oh, maybe some dinner... 

I twerked for my new husband.
We laughed. Adjusted our rings, danced a little more. Laughed a little more. Finally, we went home to consummate our marriage.

And by "consummate", I mean snuggle for a few minutes and then go to bed. That's right, ladies and jellybeans, we did not have sex on our wedding night. 

The next night, though... humina humina

We consummated the hell out of it. I dug into my trousseau, found some scandalous white bridal lingerie and we consummated each other SO GOOD. And I took not a single photo of that night... lol!

So here we are, Mr. and Mrs. Overland. We're at the beginning of a magical fun journey... and I'm looking forward to every single second of it with this funny, sweet, complicated, intelligent, dorky, suave, handsome, goofy man of mine. 

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