My hero!! Endha solla??

My hero!! Endha solla??

A Chapter by JessyJacob

My hero, though a decade short of time, he says and his dad says elephant, no, for my heavy body he is perfect length, I mean tall, wide chest which I want to lean over on his on bed. Rolling eyes, that squint as when I look at him that suddenly flip as if he is paying no attention, his nose which I longed , for my short nose,for my kid it would get better size than me, the skinny cheeks, which I wanted over my chubby ones, lips of me so wide but his thin, would mix and merge to a new shape for my kid. When we both stand together, perfect talks, as if made a woman height for man, like my parents tall, my dad 5 7, and me 5. Though a half a inch little short, we both will look perfect heights.

Yes he is my Southfield king hailed from Ayemenem, the Syrian orthodox family for me.


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Added on October 11, 2023
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