When I think about K, I want to kiss her. I want to dissolve and live in her mouth. She always tastes amazing, sweet and warm and inviting. Her little tongue is so soft and seductive and gentle.

When she looks at me, I am enraptured by her eyes and her smile. I like to touch her hair, run my fingers through it because it's so unbelievably soft. But I can't keep my eyes off of hers, and then I am inexplicably drawn back to her mouth. Her intoxicating mouth.

I was daydreaming about her the other day. Of places I want to go with her, things I'd like to see with her. I thought how nice it would be to take her with me to Italy. Then I realized that a lot of my plans for Italy, namely to live and breathe for 3 weeks in museums, might be pretty boring to anyone other than me.

So I thought about the other things I'd like to see while I'm there. Namely, the ocean and the hills. I am in love with the hills of Tuscany. At the top of a hill, there is this delightful woosh of wind, and the grass and shrubbery gently bends and bobs in it. There isn't another sound to hear because everything else is just miles and miles away from you. You can look down the valley and see vineyards or villas or castles or sheep.

I would want to find a nice little secluded spot on a hillside, preferrably under the shade of a large, sprawling tree. We could lay down a blanket and eat bread and salami and cheese and drink some wine. We would watch the town, the goats, the clouds. Listen to the wind. Smile at each other at the silence. In the end I wouldn't be able to resist those little pink lips. She would taste like sugar and home, despite the food and wine. She would invite me in and I would make myself at home.

We would take off our clothes and I would bite her delightful nipples. Her breasts are more than bountiful, and her nipples are large and pink like beacons to ravish and feast upon. I would play with her hair, nip at her ears, smile into her neck. Everything about her is soft, so very soft and warm.

She could watch the clouds float by while I explored between her legs. Her mouth tastes like a girl, but down below she tastes like a woman. Many flavors, depending on where you set your tongue. She would sigh and shudder, adding to the soft breeze at my ears. Finally I would delve inside, questing deeper until I found the place where she is sweetest of all. Maybe I could make her cum like that finally, and she would miraculously be sweeter. Probably I would draw back and use my fingers. I would watch her face contort, her head whip, her shoulders tremble. Then I would dive back down to lick her hidden little clit until she came on my fingers, and I would duck down to lap at her until she swatted me away from her now overly-sensitive parts.

Of course, she would eventually sit up and then tackle me to the blanket and repeat the process on me. But this is my fantasy. I would be content to listen to her sighs mingling with the wind, smelling the grass and her body, tasting all the sweetness and saltiness she had to offer and licking my lips and diving in for more.

Last night she told me she considers me her wife, and honors me as such. After so long, to "hear" her say that. It was a little miracle that brought tears to my eyes.

Today, I realize there are still things about her that I don't know about. This scares me. But I need to remember to delight in it as well. I am her Wifey, and she is my Wifie, and we're going to learn so many of these things eventually, over the years and years to come.