My Dream Man by Lezetta Clayton

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SUMMARY: The author has never experience making love when this was written.

A lot people have wild fantasies, but most of them don't come true. Most women wish they could have a man. A man who mentally, physically and emotionally respects you. However, there are some men who would do anything for a woman. Some women are still waiting for their dream man to come into their lives. This story is about love, understanding, and responsibility. This is a story about...my dream man.

The Paratransit bus dropped me off at his house. I saw his big brown eyes and that beautiful smile as I was wheeling up the driveway. I had a warm feeling about him. He had his arms stretched open as I wheeled in his house. I felt so safe in his arms. The hug lasted a few seconds. He always told me I have the most attractive brown eyes. He looked into my eyes and kissed me. The kiss was long and wet, but it felt so good. When the kiss was over, I turned my head and saw how the dining room was set.

The dining room was so beautiful. The table had a white tablecloth on it with lace around the edges. It also had a crystal vase with two small roses in it. There were also two candles on each side of the vase. Two plates were on each side of the candles with napkins on them. There were wine glasses next to the plates. The bottle of white wine was being chilled by the table.

He moved a chair away from the table. I wheeled to the table with a big smile on my face. He knew how happy I was as he sat down on the other side of the table. He stood up again to light the candles. He also turned off the lights so we could watch the candles burn. The candles looked so gorgeous while they were burning. He sat back down and grabbed my hand. For a few seconds he just sat there holding my hand.

All of a sudden, he let go of my hand and grabbed the bottle of wine. He poured some wine in my glass and his glass too. He wanted to say a toast as we raised our glasses into the air. "To us," he said as our glasses clinked together and we drank some wine.

The evening started out great. A candle light dinner with the man I love. I had a lot of feelings racing inside. I felt loved, needed and wanted. To have a man preparing a marvelous dinner is a very good feeling. I couldn't ask for anything better.

The room felt so comfortable while the candles were still burning. I could see a small amount of smoke coming from the candles. I put down my glass and he did the same. He stood up and asked me if I wanted to listen to some music as he was walking to the stereo. He put in our favorite CD "Always and Forever" by Heatwave.

The music came on as he walked back to the table. I had a strange feeling that he was going to ask me to dance. He stretched his arm out and asked, "May I have this dance?" I felt so very uncomfortable because I never had a man ask me for a dance before. I started to tell him my answer but he interrupted me. He asked me to move away from the table. I had a weird look on my face. I was wondering what he was going to do. He unbuckled my seat belt and lifts me out of my chair.

We danced around the room while the music was playing. He held me so close and was humming to the music in my ear.

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