Putting a Ring on It

For those who have followed me on any kind of social media, you know that something magical happened this most recent Valentine's Day. I got engaged to Sin!!!

So, if you look way back at my earlier posts, you see that one of our first dates (and hookups) was at a graveyard near where I lived at the time. It was a sweet and romantic place for us. Then in my last post, you might have seen that I had an artist stylize a photo of that graveyard for a background photo of a furry art piece I used as a cover for a poetry book I gifted Sin. Well, on Valentine's Day, Sin said he wanted to go for a drive, and he told me he wanted to go to the graveyard. We walked around a while there, in the cold and frozen snow, ghosts whispering around us, and he took me under a frozen willow tree, and he took out his phone and read me a poem, about all the great times we have being with each other and about the future. And he ended it with, "Will you marry me?"

And he took out the ring.

I couldn't help but cry. Not sobbing or anything, but enough to make him smile. And of course, I said yes.

I've known Sin for about five or six years now. We worked together in a professional relationship. We became fast friends. We became lovers. We became boyfriends. He moved in with me. And now...we're starting the next chapter.

I don't know what the fuck this man sees in me. But when I look into his eyes, I see the world.

I am ready to spend an eternity with him, and I'm going to wreck his dick so hard over the next few decades, it'll be the first part of him to want a divorce. And I'm okay with that. I love this fucking weasel to Hell and back, and I'm excited to be his bitch for life.

(I know I still have to catch up on sex pics from January, but I thought this post would make him smile, which I need since he doesn't know where I've hidden the fake spider in the apartment yet and is asleep.)

Comment question of the day: what color should my dress be? I've heard it should be white since I'm clearly still a virgin.