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🥂 Happy National Champagne Day! 🥂

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Today is 31st of December.

Today is New Year's Eve, National Champagne Day, Hogmanay, World Peace Meditation Day.

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National Champagne Day

Pop open a bottle of bubbly to add some sparkle to your day or organize a tasting event to sample different French brands and fruity flavors.

One decadent beverage has made its way into the world that is commonly thought of as the pinnacle of drinks to be brought to an important event or celebration. Whether it’s a graduation, a retirement, a wedding, or a job promotion, it is most commonly champagne that is brought out and poured to celebrate the event.

But is it actually Champagne? It may be merely a sparkling white wine, which is decidedly not the same thing. What’s the difference? Find out by reading more about the ins and outs of National Champagne Day.

And get ready to pop a cork and open a bottle full of bubbly!

History of National Champagne Day

As was often the case due to their careful tending of vineyards, monks were responsible for the appearance of champagne into the world. In fact, one nearly-blind monk from the Champagne region of France is credited with discovering the process of wine fermentation as it relates to the weather (cold winter, warm spring).

While it first seemed like a mistake, it turned out to be delicious. The year was 1697, this monk’s name was Dom Pierre Perignon, and some champagne is still named after him to this day.

Some English folks also lay claim to the invention of this bubbly wine, stating that the process was found 35 years prior, in 1662 in the Cotswolds. This is when a scientist named Christopher Merrett wrote down his process of putting bubbles into wine by the addition of sugar. But whoever gets credit for it, it’s a delightful addition that the world is happy to enjoy!

It is important to understand that when a person is speaking of champagne, it is not the lackluster sparkling white wine that is often served by those who don’t know any better! While they often use the name champagne, typically incorrectly, the only true champagne comes from the French province of the same name.

It’s no surprise that the French are particular about what is allowed to be called champagne, as the four styles of true champagne that exist on the market are produced according to very strict standards set by the organizations in charge of such things. The four types of champagne are distinguished both by which area of the province they come from, as well as what forms of grape are used in their manufacturing process.

So what makes the difference between champagne, prosecco and all sorts of other bubbly white wines? First, the types of grapes champagne makers use typically will include varieties such as Pinot noir, Chardonnay or Pinot Meunier in their blends. A couple of others that might be used include Pinot Gris or Petit Meslie. And they are all, of course, from the Champagne region of France.

While some champagnes are sweet and others are a bit drier, they will typically have similar flavors, including hints of apple, orange zest, white cherry or almond. The aging process sometimes gives it a bit of a strange aroma that contains hints of cheese-rind, toast or brioche.

In spite of all the bottles out there that may bear the name “sparkling white wine,” there are only a few that are truthfully champagne, and it is worth your time to ensure that you’re drinking the genuine article. For those who are a fan of champagne, or think they are, this is the perfect day to get out there, acquire the true article and enjoy it!

National Champagne Day Timeline

1662

Christopher Merritt documents putting fizz into wine

An English scientist, physicist and naturalist, Merritt writes a paper to note how winemakers in England are adding sugar to the wine to make it bubbly.

1697

Dom Pierre Perignon masters “sparkling wine”

Serving as cellar master for his monastery near Epernay, Dom Perignon does not exactly “discover” this sparkling wine, but he takes it to the next level. He works particularly hard to avoid a second fermentation, which breaks the bottles.

1891

Treaty of Madrid restricts the use of the name “Champagne”

In an effort to maintain control over the use of their regional name, the French seek to limit the use of the name only to those sparkling wines that are actually produced in the Champagne region of France. This will eventually be affirmed by the Treaty of Versailles in 1919.

1921

Dom Perignon branding is introduced by Moët & Chandon

Originally produced by an aged version of their own vintage wines, eventually the company will produce the Dom Perignon line as a unique production.

2013

Taste of Diamond champagne sells for $2.07 million USD

Also known as Gout de Diamants, this bottle boasts a label made of pure white gold that houses a pure Swarovski crystal and is recognized as the most expensive single bottle of champagne sold worldwide.

How to Celebrate National Champagne Day

National Champagne Day is certainly a cause for celebration! Consider these ideas for getting involved and sharing the day with others:

Drink Some Champagne

Whether buying a bottle to take home or ordering some at a favorite fancy restaurant, this is definitely the day to drink champagne! Maybe it’s time to try a different label based on what is notable about it:

Tsarine–from the world’s second oldest Champagne house, Chanoine Frères

Piper-Heidsieck–affordable but still delicious

Perrier-Jouët–offers a wide range, with the most beautiful bottles

Learn Fun Facts About Champagne

This is the perfect day to pull out a few pieces of information about champagne that can be shared around a bottle with friends or coworkers. They’ll be impressed with all of that champagne-related knowledge! Try out these bits of trivia:

A typical bottle of true champagne contains almost 50 million bubbles. No wonder its affectionate nickname is “bubbly”.

A flying cork from a bottle of champagne can reach speeds up to 64 kilometers per hour. Be careful with that cork!

Champagne can be very expensive. In fact, the most expensive bottle of champagne ever sold fetched a price of more than $2 million USD.

While many people think the martini was James Bond’s favorite drink, champagne has made an appearance in the Bond films more than 35 times, many of these times revealing the Bollinger label.

Host a National Champagne Day Tasting Event

One great way to celebrate National Champagne Day is to organize an event with your friends and family that will be a tasting, and get four bottles of real Champagne to try. Additionally, it might be interesting to write up cards that describe the manner in which these wines are produced, and what distinguishes one from another. There are some things in life that are truly worth the effort to enjoy properly, and it is our opinion that the sparkling white wine known as “Champagne” is among them.

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12/31/23 is St. Sylvester's Day 🌎, New Year's Eve 🎆🌎, Omisoka 🇯🇵, Make Up Your Mind Day 🇺🇸, National Champagne Day 🍾🇺🇸, Universal Hour of Peace 🕊🇺🇸, Hogmanay 🇬🇧

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🥂 Happy National Champagne Day! 🥂

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Today is 31st of December.

Today is World Peace Meditation Day, National Champagne Day, Hogmanay.

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1:32 AM: A LOVE LETTER TO THE PRETTIEST GIRL!

spellbook intro! when Nanami takes a moment to study his wife after a date night, his heart pours out a soliloquy for the ages!

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Champagne. 

A drink known to be indulged during the most influential times of human history. It’s a famed tag that runs through nations upon nations, beloved by the heaven blend of Pinot, Meunier, and Chardonnay. It pulls the tongue into an envious ménage-à-trois between the rich taste and the cheeky spry bubbles seething one’s cheeks into a world of heat —all doomed to end once a swallow washes away all the bliss. 

From its days of ruling beside monarchy to its dwindled expression in the modern world, it has yet to lose its class. It still rules amongst those with exquisite, those who can handle the feverish rush of having rapture ruin all composure.  

It’s suitable for a man like Nanami to indulge in such refinement too, just a single sip from the tall slender glass seated beside his plate transports his mind into a place where the weight of a jewel-encrusted crown sits upon his head. And in this universe, he rules over a 64 square meter condo, a beloved lord sleeping in his king-sized bed, and a lawful husband to his queen. 

Another sip reminds him of the gracious air surrounding the night—a date night catered by a meal of shared efforts and a bottle of Nanami’s favorite champagne. It’s sweet like forbidden fruit, the heavenly delight soothing his woes. 

His gentle stare falls onto you, the infamous cinnamon fawning over how red complements your skin in that dress, over your delicate pout—no, obsessing over how your lips nurse the rim of the glass as if it were a kiss. As to how the heavens gifted a man such as he with one of their own angels, it’s a blessing he’s taken without a second thought. 

However, it’s a feeling that even after three years of marriage has yet to subdue. The riveting swell that throws his heart into turmoil whenever you giggle. The wash of goosebumps set to claim his skin when your hand simply grazes against his own. The trance your gentle coos lure him into, just like now.

“Kennnn, Baby? Are you okay?”

Flurries of mindless blinks brings Nanami back into the present, where he’s met with your own stare. Where silence settles comes the bustle of apologies and giggles, Nanami “Hm?—Oh! I’m fine, Honey. I’m so sorry—missed what you said there, can you repeat it?”

“Oh, it’s fine! I was asking what should we do about the dishes? All that cooking and I always seem to forget about cleaning.”

Nanami merely shrugs his shoulder, “I’ll wash them.”

“But aren’t you tired? We could just leave them to soak—”

The rambles of solutions come to a slamming shut as Nanami reaches over to your side of the square dining table, his fingers seamlessly knitting within your own.

“That was a really good steak. The garlic butter we made last weekend was a perfect touch. Oh, and the mashed potatoes, you always outdo yourself, Honey. All I did was peel the potatoes and help sear the steak, the least I can do is clean…right?”

A helpless sigh passes through your glossed lips, “You’re not getting me to agree, y’know. I still say we just go get ready for bed.”

Nanami calls his hand, his energy, even his presence over the table back to his side in trade for the back of his chair for asylum. He gives you a steady stare that pairs all too well with a grin and a pat on his lap. “Come here.”

There’s safety in being wrapped up in Nanami’s arms as you settle in his care, his muscle-ribbed arms thick arms lacing around your waist, his large hands draping off your hip, all while he keeps one leg bouncing to a steady rhythm. 

“Why do you worry your pretty little head off about the fine details, huh? That’s my job.” 

“I know, but…”

Weakness grows in your heart as you look down into his eyes—those tired eyes casted by an ardent glow. Exhaustion still can’t taint his heart, it can’t begin to ruin the tender nature he abides to you. You can’t help but soothe him, your hand racing to cup his cheek, the pad of your thumb skating along the curves of his bottom lip. 

“But you work so hard, Kento. You should come to bed with me, just leave all this for tomorrow.”

But you know him—he can’t leave any job with loose ends. Whether it’s at the office, small repairs around the house, or simply washing dishes, Nanami finds a sense of ease in the natural order of tasks from start to finish. And when some principle challenged his own, he had every reason set and ready to roll for an explanation.

Except for tonight.

Tonight, silence serves as Nanami’s winded explanation—and the kind pecks he pushes back against your touch. 

“Ken?”

“Mhm?”

“Aren’t you going to…say something…or anything?”

Patience gets the better of you as Nanami simply keeps himself entertained with your thumb. His kisses melt into you skin, his soft hums strike every fiber, and each pinch of his lips leaves you dangling at the end of your rope. Nanami stands from the chair, cradling you in his arms. His steps are guided by routine, up the stairs and through the first door to the right, straight into the bedroom.

Nanami drops you on the bed.

You can’t really pinpoint when the plush warmth of your bed welcomed you home, but with Nanami’s thick chest pinning you to the sheets, it’s a quick conclusion you push off rather quickly.

How could you focus on such fine details when he’s lathering the junctures of your collarbone in kisses, trailing back up to your awaiting lips. 

“Sweetheart.”

“Yes, Baby?” 

Nanami gives in to you with a kiss, his lips just barely sinking into yours before he’s hulling himself back onto his feet.

“Go get ready for bed and when you wake up, I’ll be right there next to you.”

Sleep is all Namai intended for you to have, he'd be damned if something so trivial as chores would prevent you from rest. And when Nanami did finish up with the last bowl, sleep fell heavy on his mind all the same.

It weighed heavy on his mind through a hot shower, through his nightly routine, even as he mindlessly slipped into a pair of briefs and beneath the bed sheets.

But…his tired eyes had to land on you—his precious angel.

Oh, his pretty wife who glows underneath the moon’s rays, laid on your side with the blanket tucked up to your chin. He’s eager to join you, sliding himself right beside your body—where nothing but a pair of panties hugs you. 

It certainly doesn’t help how you gravitate to Nanami, even while underneath sleep’s spell. Grinding the thick globes of your ass into his lap—and right where the head of his cock sits snug against the waistband of his briefs.

In a desperate search for a distraction, Nanami cranes his neck to greet the neon red digits bleeding through the face of his bedside clock—where the best joke known to man awaits him.

1:32 AM. 

Just an hour into the new day Nanami is met by pure mockery. Of course, his sweet wife all swept up in sleep makes for an even better punch line—-the growing bulge sinking between your ass. A quiet mind is all he wants, why he’s drowning his mind in those meditative mantras you’ve taught him when work becomes too much all at once.

But it’s a fleeting dream the moment those throbs ripple through the thick veins stretching over his cock. 

“Sweetheart, c’mon…give me a chance at least,” he’s muttering for his ears alone. 

Yet the only chance Nanami knows he has is to follow in your steed and sleep away his impending thoughts. He gently lifts the blanklet up to his shoulder, only for the chilling gush to fan across your body.

“Mmm, ‘m cold, Ken.”

“I know, I know, I’m gonna fix that right away, Sweetheart.”

Sunken beneath the heavy blanket, Nanami carves out every inch of your spine with his chest, slotting himself flush against you. His arms surge to envelop you, giving way for his hand to greedily cup the silky fat of your breast.

For a moment he’s sworn he’s beaten lust curse because well, cradling his sleeping beauty like this, allowing for his body, his warmth to sew his body to your own. 

“How’s that? Feels warmer now, Sweetheart?” His voice gently coos in your ear. 

He doesn’t expect much, a sheepish nod and a mumble thrillingly satisfies Nanami. He can’t explain it, but as he steals a glance over you, he finds his wretched mind delighted by mundane beauty.

A painting is known to capture a moment in time through the perspective of the artist—but what Nanami’s eye beholds before him is too good for any picture, any painting, for every medium of art would fail to capture the radiant glow the moon kisses upon your skin. It would fail to mimic the soft curl of your lips, free from control and lifted behind the pure rapture of your mind. It certainly couldn’t transcribe the very details consumed by Nanami. 

Maybe it’s due to the curse of the night overwhelming Nanami, but he simply can’t be alone right now, not while love has him spiraling down a self-induced hole. He can’t stop himself from taking to your shoulder, granting his lips the tactful satisfaction of littering kisses upon your skin.  

“Honey…are you really asleep?” He pouts, yet he immediately reflects on himself as he swipes yet another look at the clock. “

It’s what…1:40 now, I should be asleep too, however…” 

Breaking his trail of kisses, Nanami softly sighs as he gathers all his wayward thoughts, all for this moment only he’ll hold a record of.

“I can only say this while you sleep. It’s pathetic of me, but I haven’t gotten the confidence to face you as I should. I’m not one for many words, nor do I show all the emotion I hold inside of me. But, I hope that my love for you bleeds through every touch, every stare, every kiss, and every breath. I breathe for you. I live for you. And should it come to pass, I’d kill for you. I’ve never felt more endeared to anyone before but you…You give me all the strength I need to be a better man. I just hope to-"

“...Ken, Honey? Are you on a phone call?”

“Oh um…” His blood’s running cold through every vein in his body. Suddenly, he’s stricken dumb and frozen underneath the weight of speculation. But he is who he is—a calm man with logic on his sleeve. Pushing out a huff through his nose, Nanami finds himself at ease as he peers down at your hazy eyes.

“N-No, no…just…thinking aloud. Go back to sleep, okay?”

You muse him with a passing look over your shoulder. “Thinking aloud, hm? Tell me.”

Before Nanami can conjure up some excuse as his alibi, you’ve already to bury yourself within his chest. Your soft hands buff his nerves down to naught through lazy swipes across his taut pecs. In your care, his heart’s raging scream dwindles down to a tepid thump, his lungs spoiled with fulfilling breaths, and his mind’s calmer than the vast Pacific Ocean—all thanks to you. 

“You…really want to know?” 

“Yup,” your eyes flutter open to hang upon Nanami’s heavy lids. “Tell me anything and everything.”

Giving in, Nanami’s head falls into a gentle tilt, “Do you know how beautiful are you?”

“I’d like to think so.”

“You say it like that, but I don’t know if you really do…”

“You think so highly of me.”

“I have to, you’re the woman I’ve devoted my life to.”

“Do you regret it?”

“Regret?” Nanami has to echo. It’s just one of the words that have escaped his vocabulary in recent years. And a regret in your presence is something he knows he’ll never, ever know again. “Never. And even if I did, I’d do it all again just to be with you.”

Gently you bite into your bottom lip “Do you remember our wedding night?”

“Of course I do. I mean it was such a—-”

“I think tonight’s going to be a repeat of that. Or better.”

As your words break through the air, you’re given the honor of watching Nanami crumble underneath the heat of your advances. Blush breaks across his cheeks, his pupils blown wide by lust’s bite, and right beneath your hand his heart’s back to roaring its spirted song.

“Real—ahem—Really? And why’s that?”

“Welllll…” The soft drag of your coo lures Nanami into hypnosis. “I just think it is, Baby. How’s that sound to you?”

“Go—Good. I can’t ever say—” 

Nanami lets your lips swallow down the last of his words in your kiss. He lets you take his last breath, his last thoughts, and all the sanity he thought he relied upon. In trade of that, he’s given the chance to relinquish all control just to drink in your soft whimpers, to sate his whims with your kiss, to scour your soft skin with his rough hands. 

Reality sets in hard and heavy for Nanami. To think, just moments ago he was too absorbed in admiring you—his wife, his lady, his precious angel tucked beside him like any other night.

His precious angel who wears sleep with a plump pout and soft snores.

His precious angel clutching at the thick pillow beneath your head.

His precious angel who has sin creeping along your curves and slipping beneath a pair of lacy red panties.

“Mmm…Ken…” your voice quietly breaks against his puffy lips. Your hips flirt with Nanami’s feathering touch, winding along to his shy caress. “Hmph…right…right there…”

“Yeah?” He allows for a lone digit to greet your dormant clit, the warmth of his touch gently thumbing circles into your bundle of nerves. “It’s riiiight here, isn’t it pretty girl?”

He plays coy, letting honey drip from his lips and into your ear. “Tell me so I can make everything better, Sweetheart.”

“Fuck, Ken please—Harder, baby, Harder!”

Dumbfounded. A dumbfounded gawk is all Nanami can muster towards you—until the ends of his mouth curl up into a grin he buries along the pulse of your throat.

“Harder?” He mocks with a hiked brow. “I don’t think you can take that, Honey. No…but…since you asked so nicely…”

SLAP!

The loud clash of Nanami's palm against your splayed cunt rings in silence over the room, serving as the perfect beat for your body to comprehend the brash course your husband's veered the night into.

“Oh–Fuck!” Tossing your head back between your shoulders, you mewl as the heavy chimes around the room. “T-that’s too much, Ken!”

Nanami hides his chuckle behind a kiss he presses to your temple. “I Promise that’s the last time tonight.” His sights slip down between your legs, watching as his fingers work to soothe your poor clit from his torture. 

He feathers down to your slit, the tight pink ring suckling to Nanami’s familiar touch. His intentions you know are pure, even amidst such lust staining the air. He’s so gentle with you, having his digits complement the perky bud of your clit with sluggish strokes, teasing your hole with the sticky circles he draws. 

All for his digits to fall victim to your pussy.

“Oh, such a greedy baby,” Nanami gasps. He’s forced to ignore the heavy stains of precum ruining his briefs, but he simply can’t let you have your way. It’s enough that he’s curling those slender fingers within your heat, strumming along the gummy walls he’s planning on staining white.  “You can’t take me just playing with you, you need so much more.”

A slight curl to your lips spites him. “I guess you know me well, Honey. Your fault for spoiling me.”

“And? You know I don’t regret a moment of it.”

He’s so sweet with you, peppering kisses along your cheeks, filling your mind with saccharine hymns. Yet he’s incessant with his reach, sending his digits to know every inch of your pussy with each strike he drills into your sweet spot.

It's just like Nanami, once he’s found a goal, he’ll work and work until the logic runs dry in his mind. He’ll work a hellish job for the trade of money, he’ll risk his life for the trade of saving others, and he’ll work his hand to the raw nerve to turn your pussy into a sputtering mess. 

“Good girl, you’re making me so proud, Baby,” Nanami coos, his eyes glued between your twitching legs. “Oh, I wish you could see what I do.”

“A-and w..wha-at’s that?” 

Your stumbling words earn an esteemed chuckle from Nanami. “Well…I could always just describe it to you…But there’s something I need to do first...”

It isn’t like him to keep you puzzled, especially with words nonetheless. But Nanami’s a man of action, letting his body move to support his cause. His cause for tonight, however, called for his body to slip away from your warmth all for him to be planked between your thighs and his hands kneading at your plushy skin. 

“That’s even better. Now, where do I even begin…”

His thumb comes to peck at your bud, lazily scrolling at the perky pearl in swipes. “I’ve been thinking about it all day, counting the minutes until I’m back at your side…back between your legs…back to having this pussy drip bliss back into my poor soul.”

It isn’t enough to have you laid out on a silver platter where his tongue can lather at your honey for hours—Nanami needs you to know just how deep his depravity lies. He slowly drags his tongue to wet his plump lips, soothing the ravenous urge that boils to the forefront of his mind with dumb babbles. 

“Just so…pretty…and pink. So sweet, so soft. Honey, I can’t go a day without you, you’re my lifeline, every beat of my heart. I just…”

His touch gets the better of his coherency. He knows better than to find focus elsewhere when speaking, but in truth, Nanami did not—he should not have caught your slicked hole fluttering at the sound of his soliloquy. 

“Oh…Fuck me…”

He wants to be kind, he wants to be sweet, and Nanami wants to embody the very traits he’s fallen in love with.

But he can’t.

Nanami can’t play the nice guy when he greedily welcomes your pussy back into his salacious mouth with a gracious sigh, his jaw hungrily working to force that poor button into a pudgy bloat.

Cunnilingus. It’s an art he’s swiftly mastered after three years of marriage, learning every inch of your body like your own. He knows where exactly his tongue should flit, where his finger curls the best, and even how long it should take for your body to shatter at his hands.

But it’s an effortless art when mastered behind love, and it steals Nanami’s breath away every time he catches his breath. 

“Fuck,” his curse breaks through the air. His hands knead at the silky plush hidden underneath your thigh, leaving every curve of his fingerprint to sear into you—-to mark you as his own. He’s eager to catch your eyes, those adorable eyes that well up with the fattest tears whenever he pedals his tongue right against your clit.   

As the age-old game of cat and mouse welcomes itself onto the stage known as the bed, you unassumingly take up your role the second you jerk away from Nanami’s silent plea.

What he wants from you—time, affection, or maybe even an orgasm, every idea falls to the back burner the moment your hips mindlessly buck into his mouth. You could have sold him the story of it being an accident, but why ruin his fun where he’s so hellbent on this one night that your body’s finally taking offense?

Though, when the rare glow dots the eyes he shoots up at you, you swear you can see hearts in the distance of his blown pupils. 

“Oh, look at that,” Nanami almost humors himself as he takes another glance at your cunt.

A precarious man such as he can’t afford to miss any details. His eyes cling to the unfolding sight, how his thick digits bathe in your essence, carefully sketching his own path about your folds so rich with nerves. He’s shamelessly gawking at how the succulent hues of rose bodes well with his fair skin, each pass he bestows upon your cunt pulls him into a self-induced trance.

“Making such a mess just from me talking. What a dirty mind you’ve got, isn’t that right, Honey?” 

Right on the tip of your tongue, the words baste behind the sweetest rapport. You could let him have him, fill his ears with talk of how lechery paints his face like a mask. He is your husband, yet the side he’s letting out to roam tonight leaves your fuzzy mind combing with an answer—and fast. 

“W-Where is this co-comming f-from, Baby?” 

That’s what you say, but the moans slipping from your traitorous mouth when Nanami plants one last kiss to your folds tells him all that needs to be known.  

“What?” He chuckles to himself. The pads of his digits wade through the glassy web sewn between your delicate folds, “Can’t handle me talking about your pussy, Sweetheart? I’m sorry but you'll have to take it. And, speaking of taking it…you know what else I love about you?”

“What’s that?” Your voice trails out behind a whimper.

Just to catch your eye, Nanami allows for the single tug of his briefs to free him from hell reincarnated. With the gray waistband sitting underneath the heavy bloat of his balls, his hand hungrily grips the base of his cock. A hellish squeeze around his rippling veins has your eyes nearly crossing at the pearly tears spilling from his tip. 

With the thread of sanity left in your mind, your hands race to ball the blanket within your fists, for some kind of grounding. “Fuck! Please! Please, tell me, I can’t wait anymore, Baby!”

“Let me show you then,” Nanami hums as he cup at the back of your knees. “I love when I fold you in half…juuuust like this…”

His words speak for him, Nanami’s sheer strength working pin your poor, tired body into one of his favorite positions—a mating press.

“I can see just how hard you try to take every inch of me. Making your poor pussy stretch around my cock, you must really love me, don’t you Honey?”

It’s sinfully natural the way the fat blushing crown of Nanami’s cock sits upon your clit, a detail he’s made himself keen to. His thick bulb sobbing those white tears all because of badly he needed to have you. To have his fingers work at your gushing cunny is one thing, his cock on the other hand?

He’s on course to face ruin tonight.

He’s already planning the next position, the hour, the next day, all dedicated to keeping his fat length choked within your walls for as long as he could.

Why with such knowledge, it’s no wonder his hips fall into a languid toll, leaving the thick head to trace every curve of your cunt. He’s driving up against every nerve just to watch your face quiver, to see those tears he loves so much all from a little teasing. 

His head dips along the marked tract of your neck, a cowardly move to hide his own flush face. His hands clip to your waist, baring your body between the smothering warmth of his thick chest and bed—without an inch to spare. 

His muffled voice hums against your neck, “T-That feels good right?” 

“Fuh–it’s s’ good Ken. ‘m so close, Baby please!” 

“It’s too soon to cum, Sweetheart—you know that.” Nanami faces betrayal from his warning, his hips snapping against your own. “Just take it nice ‘nd eas–shit! Oh Honey, you feel so…so…fuck, that’s so good!”

“Kennnn! Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” You hysterically sob in his ear. It’s all for good reason as those ominous white stars begin to freckle your vision. The knot hasn’t even pulled taut shattered and yet you’re already a victim to its claim. The mind-altering high that rips you out of your body for nothing short of a few seconds.

“Hold it, you can’t yet, Sweetheart, not—”

Sending your grip to sink into the twitching muscle of his biceps, you whimpered out against Nanami’s wishes. “I can’t, Kento! It’s too much!” You knew all too well what was coming and as much as Nanami claims to know as well, he simply couldn’t have you reeling off something so mundane as humping. 

“Please Honey, hold it. Just a little—”

“Fuck! ‘m cumming!” 

The perilous yelp echoes around the room as the pure state of bliss paints itself white in your mind. All that pressure, the tensions, it all slips away from you through the harsh arch your spine fights beneath Nanami.

It’s futile to try and stop the inevitable, and the bliss that comes with surrender is all the more peaceful. When your body tingles with the aftershocks, your mind hazy from the stress and woes of the day, all of the negative can’t survive when a high like that comes crashing hard and heavy. 

Exhaustion houses itself in your body, accompanying weakness and the giddy smiles that you can’t hold back–until your body feels like a weight has been lifted off your chest.

“That…whew, that was so—Kento?”

Your spotty sights focus upon falling onto Nanami’s silhouette, his towering form resting back on his haunches. His hand’s fallen between your bodies, a loose fist drumming against your skin. He’s pummeling his cock beneath harsh strokes, forcing abstract thick ropes of white to dance along your puffy lips. 

“Ken, Baby?” You call out cautiously as his body collapses over yours. “It’s okay,”  we can call it an early night–”

“I can’t leave you unsatisfied, it was pathetic of me to let go right now,” He huffs,  We’ve got our routine—gonna fill this pretty pussy so fucking full just so I can clean you up. And I have to tell you something.”

Your eyes soften over Nanami, desperately watching as the man seeks redemption. He isn’t one to be a sore loser, but when it comes to you—he’ll work until he breaks just to know that he was behind your euphoria. 

All resolutions point to you supplying his motive with undying support, especially when your digits reach to strum at the sparse blond hairs along the nape of his neck. “Go ahead, tell me Ken.”

A wicked grin stretches onto Nanami’s features, only to hide behind a kiss within the valley of your breasts.

“Oh, I love you so much, Baby. Can’t wait to give all my love to the prettiest girl!”

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National Champagne Day

Pop open a bottle of bubbly to add some sparkle to your day or organize a tasting event to sample different French brands and fruity flavors.

One decadent beverage has made its way into the world that is commonly thought of as the pinnacle of drinks to be brought to an important event or celebration. Whether it’s a graduation, a retirement, a wedding, or a job promotion, it is most commonly champagne that is brought out and poured to celebrate the event.

But is it actually Champagne? It may be merely a sparkling white wine, which is decidedly not the same thing. What’s the difference? Find out by reading more about the ins and outs of National Champagne Day.

And get ready to pop a cork and open a bottle full of bubbly!

History of National Champagne Day

As was often the case due to their careful tending of vineyards, monks were responsible for the appearance of champagne into the world. In fact, one nearly-blind monk from the Champagne region of France is credited with discovering the process of wine fermentation as it relates to the weather (cold winter, warm spring).

While it first seemed like a mistake, it turned out to be delicious. The year was 1697, this monk’s name was Dom Pierre Perignon, and some champagne is still named after him to this day.

Some English folks also lay claim to the invention of this bubbly wine, stating that the process was found 35 years prior, in 1662 in the Cotswolds. This is when a scientist named Christopher Merrett wrote down his process of putting bubbles into wine by the addition of sugar. But whoever gets credit for it, it’s a delightful addition that the world is happy to enjoy!

It is important to understand that when a person is speaking of champagne, it is not the lackluster sparkling white wine that is often served by those who don’t know any better! While they often use the name champagne, typically incorrectly, the only true champagne comes from the French province of the same name.

It’s no surprise that the French are particular about what is allowed to be called champagne, as the four styles of true champagne that exist on the market are produced according to very strict standards set by the organizations in charge of such things. The four types of champagne are distinguished both by which area of the province they come from, as well as what forms of grape are used in their manufacturing process.

So what makes the difference between champagne, prosecco and all sorts of other bubbly white wines? First, the types of grapes champagne makers use typically will include varieties such as Pinot noir, Chardonnay or Pinot Meunier in their blends. A couple of others that might be used include Pinot Gris or Petit Meslie. And they are all, of course, from the Champagne region of France.

While some champagnes are sweet and others are a bit drier, they will typically have similar flavors, including hints of apple, orange zest, white cherry or almond. The aging process sometimes gives it a bit of a strange aroma that contains hints of cheese-rind, toast or brioche.

In spite of all the bottles out there that may bear the name “sparkling white wine,” there are only a few that are truthfully champagne, and it is worth your time to ensure that you’re drinking the genuine article. For those who are a fan of champagne, or think they are, this is the perfect day to get out there, acquire the true article and enjoy it!

National Champagne Day Timeline

1662

Christopher Merritt documents putting fizz into wine

An English scientist, physicist and naturalist, Merritt writes a paper to note how winemakers in England are adding sugar to the wine to make it bubbly.

1697

Dom Pierre Perignon masters “sparkling wine”

Serving as cellar master for his monastery near Epernay, Dom Perignon does not exactly “discover” this sparkling wine, but he takes it to the next level. He works particularly hard to avoid a second fermentation, which breaks the bottles.

1891

Treaty of Madrid restricts the use of the name “Champagne”

In an effort to maintain control over the use of their regional name, the French seek to limit the use of the name only to those sparkling wines that are actually produced in the Champagne region of France. This will eventually be affirmed by the Treaty of Versailles in 1919.

1921

Dom Perignon branding is introduced by Moët & Chandon

Originally produced by an aged version of their own vintage wines, eventually the company will produce the Dom Perignon line as a unique production.

2013

Taste of Diamond champagne sells for $2.07 million USD

Also known as Gout de Diamants, this bottle boasts a label made of pure white gold that houses a pure Swarovski crystal and is recognized as the most expensive single bottle of champagne sold worldwide.

How to Celebrate National Champagne Day

National Champagne Day is certainly a cause for celebration! Consider these ideas for getting involved and sharing the day with others:

Drink Some Champagne

Whether buying a bottle to take home or ordering some at a favorite fancy restaurant, this is definitely the day to drink champagne! Maybe it’s time to try a different label based on what is notable about it:

Tsarine–from the world’s second oldest Champagne house, Chanoine Frères

Piper-Heidsieck–affordable but still delicious

Perrier-Jouët–offers a wide range, with the most beautiful bottles

Learn Fun Facts About Champagne

This is the perfect day to pull out a few pieces of information about champagne that can be shared around a bottle with friends or coworkers. They’ll be impressed with all of that champagne-related knowledge! Try out these bits of trivia:

A typical bottle of true champagne contains almost 50 million bubbles. No wonder its affectionate nickname is “bubbly”.

A flying cork from a bottle of champagne can reach speeds up to 64 kilometers per hour. Be careful with that cork!

Champagne can be very expensive. In fact, the most expensive bottle of champagne ever sold fetched a price of more than $2 million USD.

While many people think the martini was James Bond’s favorite drink, champagne has made an appearance in the Bond films more than 35 times, many of these times revealing the Bollinger label.

Host a National Champagne Day Tasting Event

One great way to celebrate National Champagne Day is to organize an event with your friends and family that will be a tasting, and get four bottles of real Champagne to try. Additionally, it might be interesting to write up cards that describe the manner in which these wines are produced, and what distinguishes one from another. There are some things in life that are truly worth the effort to enjoy properly, and it is our opinion that the sparkling white wine known as “Champagne” is among them.

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