A fortnight had already past by since I've moved in with Misha and everything had been picture perfect. You know how some say that 'life isn't all what it's cracked up to be' or famous metaphors such as 'not all cupcakes and roses', well let's be frank here; I can't side with them on either of those issues. Life hasn't been sweeter, sex hadn't been greater and my days had never been as bright or profound before. I'm lying with my head on the sofa's arm, scrolling through my unopened emails. The Third electronic message from the top; is a message which had been delivered yesterday afternoon, minutes to three. It pulls my complete attention. It's a correspondence from Maties stating my graduation date. I jumped out of the position I've made myself comfortable in and made my way over towards the kitchen where Misha is busy grilling some pork chops. I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms firmly around his waist. He chuckles slightly before turning off the stove and moves around to face me. I looked at him bright eyed as I inform him about me receiving my email from Maties. Misha's eyes grew in excitement. "I'm so proud of you princess," he said with a broad smile. "So when is your graduation date?" He asked me curiously. "It's this coming Saturday," I answered. As the reality struck me, panic started to fill me at a quick pace. There are so many preparations to do with so little time. Why hadn't I checked my emails yesterday? My graduation cap and gown needs to be picked up, at least that's one small thing, seeing how I've taken it to the washers last week. Misha knowledge me how it's always better to get it done earlier then running out of time and secretly I'm extremely grateful for that piece of advice. Other things that's worrying me is room arrangements and the drive doesn't come cheap. Where would I stay? How would I get there? Instead of simply assuring me that I have nothing to worry about, Misha picks me up and placed me on the kitchen's island. He positioned himself in between my legs and started by kissing my collarbone. I draped my fingers through his disheveled hair. I threw my head backwards as a moan erupted from my lips. At a teasingly slow pace he started unbuttoning my shirt as his kisses trails lower. The folds of my shirt fall open. He continued by unclipping my fancy lace bra at the front, exposing me to his lustful features. He cupped one of my breasts and fondled it lightly as his other gave attention to my erect nipple. His fingertip slip away from nipple and instantly it's been replaced with his warm lips. A loud moan escaped from my lips. His skills turn me into a whimpering mess. My euphorically state throws him over the edge. Misha pulled me closer towards the side of the counter and stripped me from my remaining undergarments. My lover unzipped his pants and allows it to tumble towards the ground. He opened my legs some more, inched a little closer and pushed his erection into my wet entrance. He plunged in and out at a steady pace which speeds up leaving me in a moaning frenzy. After several more thrusts we both climaxed together and rode out our high. Heavy pants filled out the kitchen as Misha pulled out. The fragrance of sex and sweat clings to my senses like bees to honey.
"We'll pick up your graduation gown and cap from the washers before we leave," Misha said as he placed a peck on my nose. I giggled at the feeling of his 12o'clock shadow that ironed my cheek. "I've already made preparations at a hotel for our stay in Stellenbosch. I had a feeling that your diploma handing would be just around the corner," her continued. I smiled at him in admiration as I informed his just how great he is. After dinner we had another sexual encounter in the shower pressed up against the steamed up tiles. Even though Misha and I had practically had nonstop sex, he tries his absolute best to feed me something other then his masculinity. Today is one of those days, I thought as he handed me a plate. Nothing special only some: green salad, potato wedges and a pork chop. How could I be so lucky, finding a man that can cook for me? I can cook, mom had taught me the basics when I were still in primary school, but not needing to strain myself and being spoiled rottenly by the one and only Misha Anderson, is beyond me. It's everything that I've ever wished for and more. Before heading to bed for the evening, we packed up all the necessities for our short stay in Stellenbosch. The night passes at a quick pace to which Misha allowed me some shuteye.
The following morning, Friday, we claimed my neatly steamed graduation gown and cap up at the washers and made the ride to Stellenbosch. No matter how many times I've rode this route, it seems to take my breath away every single time. It's a spectacular sight to behold and the word beautiful doesn't even come close to describing it. We reached our destination in one piece. As the evening rolled in we opt with a meal being served in our joined room. Misha assured me that our evening at the hotel would be perfect, romantic and sexually satisfying. His mere words have me exciting. I just want to skip everything that's important to us human beings and take a great big, illegal serving of dessert. The sweet course that lets me taste every inch of his physique. An illicit pudding that drugs me on first perception. As long as he would allow me to get some shuteye for tomorrow's event, I have no objections. I'm his to dominate as he feels fit. Even as these philosophical thoughts cross my mind another had already nestled within the shadows of my crown: I want to be his main life expectancy completely and irrevocably.