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I was thinking of this Persian girl I used to date. What you must remember about Persian girls is that you must keep being romantic with them. I wanted to be with her so I bought her some flowers. Persian girls love red and yellow roses. I was gonna give them to her at an exam that we had. Girls find it very romantic. The plan was to do this when she was sitting at her desk and writing and to just walk up to her and give h

er the flowers. It was too embarrassing so I gave them to her before I walked in to the exam.
Girls also like chocolate. I gave my Persian girl some chocolate too. She loved it but the problem is that you can't give her too much or she will turn fat.


Once I broke the ice, I started talking a lot to her. I told her she got pretty eyes. Girls love that. I told her that her eyes are like beautiful stars and that if I could, I would want to live in her eyes because of how beautiful they are.


I made sure to grab her hand. Girls love it when you grab their hand and hold it tight and never let go. Girls like it when you hold their hands tightly because it gives them the expression that you will never leave them and you will stay with them forever which is a good thing to show to a girl. I sometimes kissed her hand but not too much because Persian girls might be sensitive on their hands. Sometimes I moved up and kissed her on the cheek or the forehead. Girls like that. But not on the mouth yet, that was still too soon. I wanted to wait until she was really in love with me to kiss her on the lips.
I hadn't touched her on the butt or her breasts or her vagina. Those are very private parts and girls find it offensive if you touch her there.


I asked her out to a dinner and told her beautiful and romantic things while we ate. I made sure I have good manners and smiled a lot. Girls like that. I sometimes ground my hand softly on her face to show her that I thought she is really cute. I did it while I smiled.


I took her home and made sure to be a gentleman to her. I told her she is allowed to sit on my bed but I didn't sit there out of respect. She then invited me over to the bed and I went there and we both took off our clothes but still kept our underpants on because sex that soon is very bad. I wanted to wait until marriage before having sex the first time.


Then I went into the bed and laid there with her. It was crucial to not touch her in an inappropriate way. I focused on her face. It is very important because Persian girls love it when you focus on their face. I stared deeply and intensely into the eyes. I told her again how beautiful her eyes were and how I would like to live in her eyes. Then I proceeded to have our noses touch each other lightly. Girls like that. I played around with her nose. Persian girls like that. I sometimes moved my lips up to her nose and gently kissed her nose to show her that she does not need a nose-operation.


Afterwards when we had played a lot with each other's noses I proceeded to kiss her on the forehead and ears. I made sure to not use my tongue because Persian girls find that uncomfortable and I wanted my Persian girl to be comfortable.


The entire time I had my hands on her back. I didn't touch her butt or vagina with my hands but her breasts touched my breasts.


I then moved down to her lips and gently kissed her. Her tongue started to touch my lips and I slightly opened my mouth and also used my tongue although not to invade her mouth . I let her tongue invade my mouth because a true gentleman allows a woman to do that. I did not want to conquer or dominate my Persian girl but I wanted her to feel respected and treated good like a Persian princess.


During our kissing session I kept telling her how much I love her and how I will always stay with her and never leave her. I told her how I loved her so much it hurt to not have her around and that I would do anything for her and to gain her love.


I then proceeded to cuddle with her for the entire night and fell asleep into each other's arms.
Then from that point we started going to school/uni together and were like a cute and adorable couple as we repeated some of these things.

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