Today I belong to a wonderful woman who I worship and adore so much that I married her

I can close my eyes and still see Wendi, even though it has been so long since we were together. At 18, she was my first girlfriend. The first girl I kissed. The first girl to let me feel up her breasts. She taught me how to hold her. How to kiss her. How to get her aroused. She taught me all about girls, dressing me up in her clothes, putting me in makeup, teaching me how to wear a bra.

In my skirt and heels, my bra stuffed full to the bursting point, I'd kneel down before her, tell her how I worshiped her feminine superiority, and then I'd lick her pussy to show her how I really feel. She taught me how a girl's closest boyfriend like me was allowed to lick her pussy, while the other guys she knew were only allowed to put their cocks into her. She taught me how they meant nothing to her, and how a girl's true lover could be much closer by dressing up in her things, and licking her pussy.

I learned so much about girls that summer! How to act like one, how to look like one, and how to give myself over as a worshiper. We both went off to college that fall, and I never saw her again. But I've put the skills I learned to good use. Today I belong to a wonderful woman who I worship and adore so much that I married her.

I dress up in her things and lick her pussy after she comes back from having sex with another man. Nothing gets me more excited than to lick her pussy after she's been with another guy! I get to prove to her how they may desire her, but I love her. I worship her. I belong to her. I show my love and devotion by giving myself over to my wife, letting her run every aspect of my life. We are so happy together, and it is all thanks to everything that Wendi taught me back in that special summer.

But I've put the skills I learned to good use