Story for the Worker

She found her First love through a dating site. Most people aren't usually that lucky, but she was. His name was Matthew. Tall, dark and handsome. Actually, he was tall, ginger and handsome! With freckles. She had a thing about ginger men, especially when they had freckles to boot. She found their crop of flamed hair indicated how exciting they actually where and she'd never been let down by her theory so far. They made for great lovers too. She never knew she'd fall silly for a man she'd met on a dating site. He was a stunning hunk of a man with equally stunning piercing blue eyes and broad shoulders. He was wearing a suit when they first me and she absolutely melted into chocolate at his feet, puzzled that she was so tongue-tied - she just about managed to say hello.They went to a Mexican restaurant and talked and talked for hours. It didn't feel like they'd only just met. Certain gestures he made reminded her of gestures he'd made some time before - and yet, she knew she hadn't met him before - not in this lifetime, anyway.

When they made love that night, it felt right, so right, as if they had danced the same dance before. He knew exactly where to touch her and she knew exactly where to touch him. It wasn't rushed or feverish - they took their time as if they were a married couple having a lazy long dirty Sunday in. He eventually entered her in one slow move and they were one - moving slowly - dancing slowly - Exciting her nipples with his lips, his teeth, his tongue - her stroking his back lightly with her fingers, licking his ears, kissing his neck, his shoulders.She was right when she first met him - she knew he was the one - her first love - and her last. Fifteen years later, and things are just as exciting as they ever were - she still goes weak at the knees whenever she looks into his Stunning blue eyes. And he - he still calls her his first love.