The idea came from the fact that US markets toss out 15 billion dollars worth of fruits and vegetables each year just because they are bruised or discolored. But they are still fresh and edible. I felt there was an opportunity to stop the waste, so Ugly Fruit was born. Ugly Fruit is a stand that makes juice, jams, and dried fruits out of unattractive produce donated from our neighborhood grocery stores. Ugly fruit, pretty yummy!”
She’s my ultimate pleasure
Apparently I’m not normal. At least that’s what I’ve been told by her on a number of occasions. My body reacts in certain ways when we’re together that I’ve never experienced before. I’m not sure if someone else would consider it normal or abnormal, but what I do know is that to me it finally feels right. And that has to be a good thing.
For me, what happens is not only about the physical act itself but also about the trust and comfort level that exists between us. Looking back now to when it all started I find myself quite surprised by how quickly I reached that level with her. It has steadily grown ever since.
When I’m with her and our bodies take over there is no embarrassment or feelings of self consciousness. There is no judgement or fear. Everything seems natural and spontaneous. That doesn’t come from any other place than the heart. My head is not concerned about any repercussions or guilty thoughts. All my body wants to do is please her. And because I truly love her, my heart makes sure all pieces simply fall into place.
I have a sneaking suspicion that these words will somehow find their way to her. I hope they make her blush a little, smile a lot and look forward to us being together again with the same excitement and lust that I always have burning for her. She rocks my world like no one ever has. It’s only fair I return the favor by giving her everything I have. What pleasure. What desire. What a woman!
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