Page 30 of Worst. Christmas. Ever. LOCKED
Kip drops his head on a heavy exhale and loosens his grip on my waist. His hair is damp, and his chest rises and falls dramatically as he comes back down to earth.
For all the wonderful things that have happened in the first half of this year, the best thing, without a doubt, would have to be Kip.
Falling in love with an older man who is secure in who he is, successful, kind, smart, funny, knows what he wants, and can give it to me just the way I like in the bedroom is a dream come true.
His love for me has given me the strength to work on my self-confidence issues. I mean, if a great guy like Kip loves me, then why the hell don't I?
From the very first time we met when I was locked in that damn fitting room—the electronic system has been removed, by the way, replaced with a good old-fashioned latch— Kip has been my biggest champion, trying to get me to see myself the way he does.
I asked him about it a few weeks later, and he said that yes, he wanted me to fuck myself in front of the mirror to get me to see how beautiful I am. I don't think anyone ever gets over all of their insecurities, but I sure as hell have a lot less of them now.
And I've got the best man by my side for the rest of my life should I ever lose sight of that.
I guess Christmas miracles do happen in real life after all.
