I love this thread, story time /d/! I grew up in an abusive household and ran away. Met my future wife and slowly fell in love with each other. I hated being touched though cause I was used to only being touched when it was to cause pain, like hitting, slapping, or cutting (had a throne at me once). She understood though and never pushed it. I'll never forget though that on her birthday my present to her was to finally hold her hand. We sat on our knees facing each other in her room and we slowly interlocked my fingers. I was shaking like crazy and broke down crying in happiness cause it felt so wonderful. We ended up holding each other close with me in her lap (I know lewd right) and it was just so amazing. Ended up telling each other we loved each other, said it for the first time that night.
May or may not have a kid on the way ;)
