Donna is taking me to the Stevie Nicks concert, Boston Common Swans,Basic Instinct 2

She's in bed watching the sequel to Basic Instinct, Basic Instinct 2,which, starring Sharron Stone, was filmed in England and again has a subplot with something buried in the past.
Donna is taking me to the Stevie Nicks concert. I told her today, "I love you for this." Last night I told her that she made me the happiest man in the world when I brought her home a bathmat, she intimated that we were already living together and that we would continue to later. I looked and it seems that I haven't written (blogged) about us for nearly a week, which will have to be ok. It will have to be ok. But for various reasons, I began speaking to her in a more soft spoken way this week, which I like. She did take me to lunch, a ham sandwich this week. I told her today I love you for this when she got the tickets, and that it was a large expense for her. We walked through the common and public gardens because she wanted to see about the swan boats and the two swans were there under the bridge.

Donna brought me to another movie.

Donna and I spent the weekend together again, which has been every weekend since the first of June. Friday I had to refill my transdermal nicotine patches. We did laundry and went shopping for her apartment. Saturday and Sunday she slept late. After having missed her church service, which is a study of the book of Mark and which is acceptable in that I am an agnostic love poet or studier of aesthetics, she took me to another movie. We went to see a comedy in a theater she seems to like that occasionally adds silent film to its program. Although she's reluctant to see a silent in that she hasn't seen that many of them and although she said she could see Jaws, which was playing with its sequel and was one of the first films to utilize The Steadycam, we went to a comedy that began with a topshot and reiterated the shot toward the end of the film with a combination topshot pullback shot.

Donna brought me to another movie.

Donna brought me to another movie. She's staring over my shoulder so I can tell her that she's beautiful. I think she's exceptionally pretty. So let her stare over my shoulder as I type.

By the way, thank you for asking me out so often and the coffee, while we're doing laundry together you can stare over my shoulder as I type. By the way, don't keep giggling, but I want you in bed- you have the nicest body.

Tommorow afternoon ok? My Treat.

Venite-Donna took me to dinner and brunch again, Prayed in the chruch of Oliver Wendell Holmes

Donna prayed at the chancel of King's Chapel.
It was the church of the poet Oliver Wendell Holmes. I had never heard of the poetess Sara Apthorp who also attended church services there. Apparently the church was built in 1754 and the pulpit dates back to 1717.

Last night she took me to dinner again, cheeseburger, fries, coffee. This afternoon she brought me for a french toast bagel and coffee and then thought that she would bring me to another movie, but took me to dinner again instead-cheeseburgers, fries and coffee.
She again said that she may have orgasmed- it was the longest oral foreplay session thought possible or ever experienced.

Donna bought me dinner, said she my have orgasmed

Last night Donna brought me to dinner again, cheeseburgers, coffee and french fries. That's the third time in about week that she has. She evidently likes their mocha.
Last night she said that she may have orgasmed. She watches a movie every night "to relax" and we had seen it earlier this month, so I began kissing her ankles and continued in an upward direction. I got a little wild while kissing her tighs, alternating between kissing her thighs and pubic hair, and when I paused she said "Wow". After we finished she said that she was very lubricated and was wet, her thinking that she may have orgasm. I gave her a back massage, kissing her shoulders again. I haven't fully transposed our affair into a fictional account yet.

Donna: post-coital Rice Crispies and Raisins after a shower

"It was spectacular."
Most every night Donna watches a movie on the Lifetime Movie Network "to relax" This morning she said that she had watched it every night alone thinking, "I wish I had a boyfriend to watch them with. I had been watching three Boris Karloff films in a row every night, sometimes the same ones, while at the computer. This week, after spending almost every night together since the first it June, it had become that I was on the computer during her film rather than laying in bed with her.
Last night we got to a critical point and I told her we couldn't continue talking to each other. "I love you, I'm in love with you, that's my last word. We have nothing further to say." We went to bed at eight o'clock and left the movie off. I looked for places on her body I hadn't explored before. By the end I had my finger between two of her toes. I kissed everywhere, moving my lips vertically. When it was where I wanted I kissed wildly, where I wanted again, softly; softer untill underneath her chin, softer than I thought I could. On my biceps, I barely moved, almost motionless-what she said I won't ever write, which she later reiterated ebulliently, "We can have sex, that's good." This morning she reminded me that I said, "Donna, tell me you love me and use my name." while kissing her fervantly with my hands over my head just enough to reach her breasts and keep my finger on her nipples, while kissing her stomach and lower than her stomach. I think she later said, "I liked that alot."
Using an incomplete sentence, she added words to the effect, "You better be mine after that; I better be where I know you are." with the nicest, most unexpected smile, or look of love, I have ever seen, as though she were suprised.
This morning she gave me the one look of sexual shyness that made it beautiful-in between giggling that we had been together.