'The Prime'is like the fanciest resturant in town. Its an Italian place that is themust go to if you got the moola. You're not even allowed in the pla...ewithout a suit and tie. Even if you just wanted to use the bathroom, youbetter be in a suit. Imagine 'McDonald's' is for the middle class. And'Bella's' is for anniversary parties, prom dates and local celebrities,like the local TV anchormen. And 'The Prime' is where the movie stars,lawyers, doctors and political big wigs eat.Nothing else the. Some forgotten. The old cliche fits so well, it is the thought that matters, not the gift. It is the thought that matters, not the gift itself. Yes, I repeated that on purpose. Here is a gift of giving. The giving of one’s self to another. Submission. Many argue it is not so. Not a gift but a selfish act. They are fools. I say to them, and you, Dear Reader, that here is love. Read and know the love of my girl for me. I confess I was a little shocked to read this. It made me ask myself, ‘Am I. Your short wavy red hair made my fingers tingle from wanting to run them through it. I could feel your lips tickling my sensitive flesh as you kissed every inch of my body. My pussy was beginning to grow damp from the thoughts running rampant through my mind. Everyone was calling out hello's and shaking your hand, slapping you on the back...it seemed to me as if everyone there knew you. Your eyes scanned the room and finally came to rest on mine...my heart seemed to stop beating as time stood. When we found the spot we didn’t say a word and looked at each other from about 3 metres away and just walked towards each other and started kissing. He had been smoking and normally I wouldn’t kiss someone who had been smoking but I didn’t care as we passionately kissed for several minutes and I was quite turned on. Our hands started to wander and I was desperate to get into his pants and started groping him on the outside of his shorts and trying to undo his pants. I had a little trouble and.