Mark is forty two… you’re thirty and his little princess, You met him a few years ago, he came into the record store you own and automatically fell in love with you.

Your dark hair, and beautiful eyes, the way your delicate hands worked, the youthful sweet air to you past your edgy exterior, he’s always had a problem going for girls considerably younger than him and you were no exception.

What really did it for him was when he asked you a question about an iggy pop album, his smirk showcasing that he thought you wouldn’t know the answer but instead you give him the perfect answer, showing off your knowledge, not only that was he taken a back and impressed, but the cheeky way in which you answered so proudly turned him on to a max.

despite his harsh Scottish accent, manly front and buzz cut he’s really into dominating girls, he likes a girl who’ll talk back and stand up for herself as well as keep him in line, and he fell madly in love with your attitude.

As you two started seeing one another it became so clear that you two matched each other so well. You had the same sense of humour, music taste, and seemed to both be in the same wave length almost.

From the nights you’d spend cuddling and laughing until the morning, to the passionate sex that never seemed to die out even after being together for so long.

You’ve lived together for ages and things finally seem perfect for the both of you.