Listen to this articleKirsten was wearing a yellow suspender dress like a little girl. She had her hair in two braids. We went on a countryside picnic today. I drove her out to a lake for fishing. She wore a sun hat, with a camera hanging around her neck, looking gleefully.
By the grassy shore of the lake, I took off her suspender dress and made love to her…
Kirsten’s innocence brought me joy. Her cute freckled face and braids reminded me of her childhood. Though petite, her body was perfectly proportioned. She responded passionately in my arms.
Afterwards, Kirsten put on her dress and skipped off happily. She enjoyed nature, chasing butterflies and taking photos of wildflowers. Her laughter was music to my ears.
When night fell, we cuddled in the backseat. Kirsten fell asleep on my chest. I caressed her soft skin and kissed her forehead under the silvery moonlight.
This lakeside adventure bonded us. Kirsten’s happiness and her trusting in me made me want to protect this angel forever. I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this sweet girl who owned my heart.
The next day I proposed to Kirsten. She smiled brightly and accepted with tears of joy. We had a small wedding by the lake, the place carrying our cherished memory.
Many years later, whenever passing by the lake, visions of our first night’s passion and the following day’s sweet moment floats in my mind. My little Kirsten, the braided girl in the yellow dress, gave me a lifetime of bliss. I thanked the fate for bringing us together at this unforgettable place. Our love perpetuated in the ripples of the lake.
