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Most Romantic Date Contest Entries
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Most Romantic Date Contest Entries Post your most romantic date story here! For contest details, check the Most Romantic Date Story Contest. Only official entries are allowed here; all non-related posts will be deleted. Have fun!
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3/26/2007 10:05 pm |
MY SEX LIFE STARTED WITH MY OWN SISTER IN AN UNFORTUNATE SITUATION. MY ACTUAL MUM DIED MY DAD MARRIED YOUNG WOMEN AGED 20 . ME AND SISTER ARE ORGINAL MUM SON AND DAUGHTER AGED 30 AND SISTER 16. 2ND MUM AND DAD DRINKS OVER DAILY AND DOING SEX OPENLY BEFORE ME AND SISTER. ONEDAY SISTER THEIR SEX AND TEMPTED CALLED ME AND WE BOTH SAW IN A STANDIND POSITION. SAME TIME SISTER REMOVED MY DRESS AND STARTS SUCKING MY COCK AND RUBBING. I SAID NO BUT SHE IS NOT IN A HOT MOOD NOT HEARING MY WORDS. TAKING MY FINGERS AND PUTS IN HER PUSSY AND ONE HAND ON HER NAKED BOOBS. THEN STARTED SUCKING HER PUSSY JUICE. 1ST TIME I SUCKED PUSSY JUICE AND TASTED VERY SWEETY LIKE SUGAR AND HONEY. SLPET ON BED BOTH NAKEDLY KISSING RUBBING AND SUCKING EVERY PART OF OURS BODY EACH OTHER. BOTH MAD AND ROUGHLY ENTERED MY COCK IN HER PUSSY GOING ON FUCKING ROUND THE NIGHT. ONESIDE FEELS BAD AND OTHERSIDE FEELS BOTH SAFETY. TILL DAY ANYTIME WE BOTH ALONE IN HOME WE ARE NOT TWO. ME AND SISTER ONE BODY. SEX IS GREAT MORVELOUS NO LIMITATION NO RELATION ENDLESS
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3/8/2007 9:50 pm |
The Serendipity of Love - Valentine's Day 2007 We were rushing to prepare the salad. I had just finished slicing the cucumber and he had just added the croutons. Both of us reached into the salad bowl to toss the greens. When we did, my hand brushed up against his. He smiled as we shared a suspended gaze into each other's eyes. Then he hugged me. Feeling his body pressed next to mine made me feel secure. The tightness of his grasp made me feel wanted. And his warm breath against my neck added that special sense of familiarity. I let out a loving sign as he kissed me. I felt that special tingle - the same one I felt when we first kissed. It wasn't our most tender kiss; it wasn't our longest kiss either. But it was our most passionate kiss. There, in a hot kitchen; with my hair out of place, my stomach protruding from giving birth, and after 3 years of marriage, he still found me sexy. It was the impromptu nature of the kiss, our acceptance of each other - even with all of our imperfections - that made the kiss so very special. His kiss was followed by a gentle caress of the hand as he led me to a chair in the dining room. Since I had already received the roses and the Hallmark card, I thought that the Valentine's Day celebration was over. But this year he added something special; a poem that he wrote and recited. His poem was by no means perfect. The rhythm of the poem was uneven and some of the words he chose were clumsy; but his poem was from the heart, it was sincere, and it was something he had never attempted before. He wrote about love, tenderness, acceptance, understanding, and caring. When he read it he reaffirmed what I already knew; that I was his special lady, his soul mate, his friend, and his special lover. His words, in their pure and unpolished form, were better than those from a Hallmark card because they had a deeper and more special meaning. When he recited the poem, his voice quietly quivered with passion, feeling, and insecurity. After he finished, I asked him why he was so uneasy. His answer surprised me. He was not insecure about the imperfections of this poem; he was uneasy about how well he expressed his deep love, respect, and admiration for me. He said that he admired me as a wife, a mother, a sexy lover, and for my mind. What he was trying to say was that I was a complete person to him; not just a wife, a mother, a sex partner, or a friend. In return, he saw in my eyes, in the kiss that followed, and through my actions, my complete, unequivocal, and unconditional love for him. And to think, the simple serendipitous act of touching each other's hand spawned all of this love, romance, and tenderness. Connie bambiANDdoe
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I met a man on the internet after talking for sometime..we went to dinner and the porn store. My heart pounded for him as soon as we meet. It was great to have that comfortable feeling in seconds. After that night I found out that he was on Senior Sizzle and didn't know how to take it at first. After thinking about it for some time I decided to try to take it with a open mind. We have had so much fun in the past two years and have met others. Nothing new to any one else but for me it's been an experience never forgot. (Hedo a blast Desires sorry but just so so..but do love being naked the Cancun beaches)wish with the help of Senior Sizzle we could get some others to show at Hedo II next year!! The group party's are always fun!! I'm not into just going out and falling into something so Senior Sizzle has helped out with the set ups. We have had so much fun in the past two years and have met others. And I found out how much fun this site can be!! It's funny how you know someones is right for you and keeping a open mind about things have been the key. Romantic may be not... but still having many hot, wet and wild times. Hat's off to many more ..Thanks Senior Sizzle
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3/8/2007 7:47 pm |
My idea of the perfect romantic date: is when the man you have been talking to decides to ask you out . He comes to the door and he rings the doorbell. I open the door and he is standing there with two dozen red roses. He says our reservation is for six at the Trillium restaurant. He made plans for us to go to the movies after dinner. Then go out do some dancing and maybe have a little fun singing to each other. We enjoy each others company for the night. We are looking into each others eyes he has the most beautiful ice blue eyes tan skin dark hair he is 6'3" tall and he has the sweetest voice that any woman can possibly dream of We go back to his house and have a few drinks and then we go to bed and he lays there with me until we both fall asleep and he holds me all nite He wakes me in the morning with breakfast in bed and a soft sensual kiss on the lips and caress' me very softly down my sides and back and begins to slowly slide hi tongue around my neck and blows lightly in my ear He says hunny i only want to make love to you if you are in the mood. It is always more erotic if you can play alot before the actual act and it can make it last longer he rolls me onto my stomach and gives me a sensual full body massage that last for about an hour or so and then he starts kissing down my back and rubbing my legs and feet and tenderly holds me as her turns me back onto my back and looks deeply into my eyes and say he has waited for a long time for this but it was worth the wait and he makes tender and sweet love to me all day long
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He picked me up from the house I shared with three other women down the street from the university we all attended. We drove along the historic battlefields on a road bathed in the golden pick glow of the setting sun. We stopped along the banks of a large river, on the top of a stubby tree-lined cliff. We spoke of philosophy, love, and ourselves: who we were, and who we wanted to be. “I’ve never met anyone like you before,” he said. “I want to get to know you ‒ all of you.” I took our lives into my hands, as I caressed his face, framing it with my hands. “I want to explore you, and discover everything there is to know.” I kissed him fully on the mouth. My own lush lips enveloped his, sucking his life from him as our souls mingled for the first time. We scrambled down the cliff and made our way to a little haven in the forest. The dying sun’s rays pierced the gloom of thick overhanging branches down into the tall, thin grasses springing up beside a little rivulet. Mossy stones glistened as the cool water burbled laughing over them. Little fairies were waking up in their flowery beds, and folding them up for the night. An old mossy log beckoned from across the clearing, and we ambled over to it, kissing all the way. With his hands cupped firmly under my young, curvy, hard ass, he sat on the log, as I stood over him, lips locked, tongues frenetically twisting and tasting, discovering new spaces. I unbuttoned his shirt, and slowly slipped it from his broad shoulders, feeling the rippling muscles under his taut flesh. I let my hands wind over his arms, his chest, lightly sprinkled with hair, feeling his heart flutter with anticipation. I moved them down farther - unbuckled his belt. Unzipped his jeans, took his hardness in my hand and began to stroke. I let my lips follow, and licked the length of his shaft: swirling my tongue around the sac and up to the tip. I closed my mouth over him, and took him in. Every inch. Then we heard an unexpected sound. The nervous crack of a twig crushed under a hiker’s boot. Tourists. We decided to welcome them to the area with a proper show. I shimmied out of my top, and with my skirt up around my hips; I straddled him on the log, as the dust motes hung in the air. As I rocked against his body, he guided me with his hands splayed around my hips. The air grew still with our attempts to be silent, and our act felt all the more sacred. As we climaxed, we could hear the people on the cliff over our heads, talking about how lovely the forest was in the spring. They have no idea. Post 734252 Pootyhounds From the Minds of the Pootyhounds 
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3/8/2007 7:10 pm |
This Valentines Day was the best! The man of my dreams made it all perfect! Anyway, I sent out a text on my cel to a few friends and got replies for Valentines Day. I didn't want to send one to him for fear of rejection. On my way home from work that day I figured, what the hell, so I sent him a simple text of "happy valentines day". Within a few minutes he replied, U2. A few texts later he called me. Wow! He told me that he had wanted to call me for a while and that he wasn't sure if I wanted to hear from him and when he got my text HE was excited. He asked if I wanted to be his Special Valentines and I said yes! He came over with a few roses. He met me in the doorway and didn't say a thing, he just kissed me softly but firm! We talked all curled up on my couch for the longest while not wanting to let go. He sang me songs that he had written and said he thinks about me when he sings them. His voice just makes me giddy and I watch his eyes as he sings with meaning while touching my face with small kisses. I loved just hanging out with him, having him hold me in his arms, him rubbing my body so soft. He topped it off with a back rub with soft kisses up and down my neck and whispered "its all about you baby"! He wasn't wrong about that much! I finally told him to take me to my room! I can say I have never had a man make love to me like that! He didn't leave till the next morning and I had a huge smile on my face that wouldn't go away! I am still happy. My new motto: Always reach for what you want!
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3/8/2007 7:01 pm |
After 14 years of marriage, my husband wanted me to take another man out to dinner and a movie. He said, "I love you, but I know this other man loves you and would love to spend some time with you. Besides, I have a hunch he is feeling down and lonely.” The other man that my husband wanted me to visit was his best friend, who has been a widower for 5 years, but the demands of my home and my child had made it possible to visit him only occasionally. That night I called to invite him to go out for dinner and a movie. "What's wrong, are you alright," he asked? My husband's best friend is the type of man who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sure sign that something is wrong. "I thought that it would be nice to spend some time with you," I responded. "Just the two of us." He thought about it for a moment, and then said, "I would like that very much." That Friday after work, he drove over to pick me up. I was a bit nervous. When he arrived at my house, I noticed that he, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. I waited in the door with my coat on. I had curled my hair and was wearing the dress that he had bought me when we were dating over 17 years ago. To my surprise it still fit and I didn't care if it was out of style. He smiled admiringly. "I told my friends that I was going to go out with a hot date, and they were impressed," he said, as he got into the car. "Do they know you are going out with a married woman? I asked.” He smiled. We went to an out-of-town restaurant that was very nice and cozy. My date took my arm as if I were really his. It was romantic to pretend that he and I were really an item. After we sat down, I started to read the menu out loud. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw him sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on his lips. "It was I who used to read the menu to you when we were dating," he said. "Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I responded. During the dinner, we had a pleasant conversation- nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We even talked about the past and what if... We talked so much that we missed the movie. He told me how he understood why I chose my husband over him. Yet, he was surprised that it was my husband's idea for me to go out with him on a date. As we arrived at my house later, he said, "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you." I agreed. I kissed him tenderly on his lips and told him that I loved him dearly. Then I went inside. "How was your dinner date?" asked my husband when I got home. "Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined," I answered. A few days later, my husband's best friend was killed in a hit and run motor vehicle accident. It happened so unexpectedly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for him. Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place my husband's best friend and I had dined. An attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your husband. You two were my best friends and will never know what that night meant to me. I love you both and always will. At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: "I LOVE YOU" and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Even though I couldn't give my husband's best friend what he really wanted I gave him my friendship and a memory that he and I will never forget. 
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3/8/2007 2:30 pm |
After endless emails, rushing home to see if she had "responded"..."Im's",,,"exchanging cell's",,,her voice instantly making my heart pound,,,we meet. Some where simple,,safe,,dinner and drinks (lots of drinks if I remember correctly). Exchanging thoughts and breathless glances. We're the last ones to leave,,by our cars I whisper if I can kiss her,,we kiss softly~then madly melt into eachothers mouths... I give her a seashell,,that I found down by my beach house,,inside it a note. Inviting her to meet me at a secluded park the following Friday evening,,she agrees!!! Friday comes,,I get there early,,gathering sticks and placing them in the shape of arrows,,which will point her in the direction of where I am. (yes,,thank god she caught on!!) I set up our blanket down by a pond, strategically placing everything just right,,hoping I would have this woman that night. As I see her round the pond,,she begins to run towards me when she sees me...and we begin an endless caress. Finally I lead her to our blanket,,where I had brought a bottle of wine, french bread and cheese...sushi and berries/with cream. That evening,,our bodies crashed into each other like we were kids and not caring at all had anyone walked by,,all in the woods by a pond,,,I wonder if our "arrows" are still there,,,
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3/8/2007 10:45 am |
My partner was getting ready for work one morning,...just before he left the bedroom, I put on the brightest shade of red lipstick I had,...as he made his way to the bedroom door, I jumped out of bed and called him back. With a look of wicked desire and playing the role of a temptress,...I had that old familiar look in my eye, he knows as,..."You're gonna get some." *grins*....I reached for the zipper of his pants and he began pleading because he didn't have time to go back to bed, he had a meeting he needed to get to. I told him this wouldn't take long, in fact,....what I had in mind absolutely didn't require a bed *evil giggle*,...and I slid his zipper down. Still pleading and sighing,..he really wanted to stay and get it on but was struggling with his priority of the morning. I dropped to my knees and freed his now stiff penis, from his dress pants. I remember him placing his hands on both sides of my head and saying, "No honey please, I can't,..I really want to but I can't." I looked up at him with a wicked grin and whispered , "Trust me." With that said, I unleashed the beast from his pants,....locked my lips around the rim of his penis leaving a ring of bright red lipstick on his cock. I placed him gently back into his pants, pulled up his zipper and rose to my feet and gave him another kiss on the lips,...telling him to have an incredible day! I turned him around and motioned that he was free to go. Just before lunch that day he called me to tell me that every time he went to the men's room made it very "hard" to concentrate. The red ring reminded him of how awesome my velvety lips feel on the rim of his member and how he couldn't wait for his work day to be over so he could get back to that bedroom he'd left me in to lavish my body. I told him I couldn't wait, and I had an extra specal treat for him. I'd be placing many kisses on that lipstick stained cock,..while I lubed up the shaft, and wound my mardi gras beads around his stiff prick, then slowly and gently squeezing and stroking, rolling hundreds of beads all over his cock. Stmulating each and every one of the thousands of nerve endings. Suddenly, the line was dead,..and he was pulliing in the driveway for his lunch. *giggle*
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3/8/2007 9:00 am |
It was back in the year 2003, my girlfriend and I had been dating for a couple months. I needed to finish and deliver a building I had sold before I could propose to her the way I wanted to, and that was about to happen. So I thought of a romantic way of doing so, on Valentine's day. The day the building was delivered and the papers signed, I took an authorization to visit one more time, at night. The new owner smiled but agreed. I prepared the place in the afternoon and when the time came I picked her up at her parent's place, pretendedly for a night at the restaurant. We arrived at the building, located downtown Beirut. It was all dark all around, the guard was tipped into the scheme and let us in, and we started seeing the light of all the candles that lit the staircase along four stories. Right at the bottom, before starting to climb up I switched on the music: an opera theme by La Callas. Up on the fourth floor, right before the door, amongst the red rose petals lying there, was a parchemin on which the question was written: will you marry me? She picked it up as I pushed the door open, waiting for her to answer. She was getting weak in the knees and I had to carry her in. Inside in an all glass room overlooking the harbour, was an oriental carpet on the floor, with two chandeliers, a bottle of champagne and two plates of refined food... But before eating, driniking, or anything else, as she barely exhaled her overpleased yes, we made love on the carpet... the best in a very long time...
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3/8/2007 8:52 am |
6 years ago my bf told me to pack my bags for a 4 day trip. He didn't tell me where we were going. He had secretly made arrangements for family to take our klds. The morning of the trip arrived and we took the GO train to Union station. I found out we were going to Niagara Falls when he bought our VIA tickets. We get to Niagara Falls and he hails a cab. We went state side first. When we got to our hotel there was a basket with, candles, wine, chocolate and strawberries waiting for me in the room. We spent 2 days over there shopping and relaxing in our Jacuzzi suite. He took me to a mall in Buffalo where I got a manicure and new glasses with sweet Eddie Bauer frames. We came back to the Canadian side where he took me on tour of Niagara. We went to Niagara on the lake, a monastery, wine tasting, a chocolate factory, candle factory and a bird sanctuary. We went to the casino a few times. The Hershey store was sweet. I nearly died when I saw a $50 chocolate bar the size of a portrait. He indulged my every whim that week. We ended up staying 2 extra days. He wanted to stay a couple of days longer but his mother had threatened to ship our son to us cuz he was going through the 2 terrible 2's and driving her nuts lol.
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3/8/2007 8:32 am |
We've been married 24 wonderfully sexy years, but I almost had to give up on my shy husband.... We had been around each other for a few weeksdue to a mutual friend, and finally he asked me to go for a drive with him and a picnic! We drove and drove and drove almost the complete state of Washington, LOL, and finally I realized he was just shy, and I leaned over and whispered in his ear that if he would stop at the next riverside parking spot, I'd give him an "oral delight".... I thought he was going to turn red and pop, but he pulled off, and I pulled out his gorgeous cock and gave him the delight of both our lives! We drove on afterwards smiling and snuggling, and then he asked me if I'd like him to return the favor! I did of course, so we pulled down next to the river at another secluded place and he took my jeans off and gave me a wonderful oral delight and I came so HARD!!!... We then got near home, and we had our suits - him a pair of shorts and me my cute bikini - and we went swimming for abit to cool down, and then went up the cliff to walk across the swinging footbridge... halfway across, we stood and leaned on the cable and watched the swimmers below and the river, and he stood behind me "enjoying my shape, and I felt something hard against my bottom... I reached around and pulled his cock out of his shorts and pulled my bikini aside, and he entered me and we stood there and both came within minutes, wondering if anyone was looking up or if anyone would step on the bridge in the middle of it! We have been madly in love ever since, and my shy guy has become the most wonderful lover and good sexy man in every way... We are truly lucky, and what a romantic start!! We snuggled all the way to my house, and we moved in with each other 3 weeks later and the rest is a very sexy history!
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3/8/2007 5:02 am |
HER STORY She had opened the door expecting to see ***** standing there- instead, it was ***. Typical,no wonder they never "got much" from their wives, or-if one was naive enough to believe them,more often than not "HADNT for YEARS..". Did they ever listen / notice anything/ appreciate any efforts / value your opinion ? She had resigned herself to all that ever "could" be long ago,was it too much to ask that it be a "complete" experiance for them BOTH..obviously it was. Men, they seemed to think foreplay was some golfing term.. Afterplay ? = time to leave. He had, in hindsight,been one last, futile attempt.. She offered him a drink,then excused herself in order to collect her thoughts; she glanced at HER watch, *** was due anytime now, and she fully intended to find something truly worth all the efforts ? After a deep breath,she returned to the living room-he seemed oblivious to the fact his presence was not required [ so much for the messages / txts-Men, they never listened; evan if it was written down !! ]. ----------- She went to answer the door,maybe something now to look forward to, instead of more mistakes to look back on...? / luck was supposed to be a lady afterall.... Just a little late..a girls perogative,always,> perhaps this, what had been missing all along- foreplay / afterplay / slow,tender,gentle and considerate throughout. There had to be a first time for everything- fear was merely anticipation, excitement felt before pleasure one couldnt measure...? Upon opening the door , the sparkle contained within the warm eyes appraising her up and down created spine shivers. Nancy closed the front door,and immediately couldnt help but feel she was going to absolutely succumb , that she was going to luvvvv being a lesbian !! THE END??// NEW BEGINING ??
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3/8/2007 4:43 am |
Jack and I had been lovers for 5 years. He was the Watch Commander of a local fire department and fiercely devoted to his work. His intense devotion was one of the things I loved about him, his devotion to his work and to me. One night, I thought he was at work. When he was at work, I would call him around 10:30 p.m. when I knew the shift’s activities had calmed down for the evening and he would be able to relax and talk. Before 10 p.m. my phone rang and it was Jack. He wanted to meet in the woods at midnight. He had taken the night off, which was highly unusual. I was totally thrown off guard, yet anxious to meet him and discover the meaning of this sudden, mysterious meeting. I told him I would meet him at 11:30 and follow him into the woods. We drove into the woods, the moon was shining bright, there was a waterfall, the water dancing off the smooth rocks, and there was Jack. He took my hand and led me into the woods. I was quivering with excitement and anticipation of what he had planned. We came upon a bench near the top of the waterfall and we sat down. He scooped me into his arms, and I felt so safe and secure in the arms of my great big teddy bear of a lover. We kissed for minutes but it seemed like hours. “Sweetheart”, he said, “There is something I need to say to you” The feeling of dread swept over me, I felt he had terrible news to share with me. I was so frightened; tears instinctively began to flow from my eyes. Jack gently leaned closer and actually licked the tears away. Knowing me so well, Jack knew that I was anxious, and he comforted me. He took my face into his hands and said, “Do not be afraid my love, I realized tonight that I have something most important to share with you.” My eyes connected with his eyes, they were loving, kind, and so full of the passion that I always felt with him. He continued, “My precious Love, I need to tell you, you complete me, you make my world whole.” Overwhelmed with joy, I sobbed as he took me into his arms and kissed me. He laid me back on the bench and we made sweet love as passionately as only true lovers could experience. Later, he walked me back to my car, we were both exhausted, yet knew how truly amazing the night had been. This had been the most romantic evening of my life. As Jack was kissing me good night, instructing me to go home and rest, I looked up into his gorgeous green eyes and said, “My Love, I will go to bed and sleep, but I will never be able to dream again because my dreams would never be able to compare with tonight!” Life is not measured by the breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away
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3/8/2007 3:54 am |
HIS STORY "MMMMMmmm....thats a nice little nothing your almost wearing " Purred the "boyfriend" as he stepped through the doorway into the living room. The dinning table was elegantly prepared for two; soft,melodic music and candlelight adding to the instantly warm welcome- nowhere more apparent than within the sparkle barely contained in her big brown eyes. She glided accross the room to where she had already prepared drinks , he accepted his,she took a sip from hers, "ill just go check the baths the correct temperature.." He watched,in ever stirring admiration as she did so, his eyes,as ever,drawn towards the swish of her rear-god what an ass........ Perfectly petite,size 8-10,36 b ,smooth skin,-like silk, always sensuous,always the very best of company. Yeah, there were definate perks that came with the role of cheat / rat / bastard /adulterer / admirer.. Still to come ? / a lounge in a hot bath , into a pre-warmed dressing gown,a lovely home cooked meal. a head to toe massage,-if asked for ? / an evermore sexy lap dance,teasing and certainly pleasing.. .....merely as an appetiser to the main event - sex, sex, and more sex !!! He ? Hadnt bothered to so much as stop off en-route to pick up a bottle of cheap wine. He glanced at his watch,maybe skip the bath and sod the meal ? He was,afterall,not here to fill his stomach, rather, to empty a differant part of his anatomy ! In fact,now he thought more,could he be bothered with any of the pretence ? / why not simply make a grab -give her what she really wanted..? All of this "romance" bullshit was only for their benefit afterall-so they didnt have to feel like a complete slut by accepting your hard cock too easily... Still, it had been a delightfull last few weeks, he looked around the room,a horny memory now associated with each item of furniture. The kitchen,bathroom,and bedroom-especially, the bedroom. As she re-entered the room,he had second thoughts vis-a-vis that bath;she wasnt wearing much- maybe she planned on climbing in with him ? Now,how would that be? / their warm,soapy bodies rubbing against each other,how she would squirm in that delightfull way of hers,the parting of her peachy,upswept, pert bottom glidding up and down his rod... Yeah,it might evan be worth sticking around for that "meal" - she did have such a wonderfull way with desserts! / [ did that count as body art ? ]. He could certainly see himself spreading those silky cheeks and covering them with plenty of cream......
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February 13, 2003, the receptionist called me to the front. I arrived to discover a breathtaking bouquet of Tulips from Holland. A small crowd arrived to inquire about the flowers, when everyone began asking whom they were from! I took the card out and found a key inside. Confused, I read the card. Meet me at the Battery at 5:30. Immediately, I called my boyfriend who did not answer. I watched the time anxiously. At 5:00 p.m., I ran out of work to my car and down to the Battery in Charleston. I arrived at 5:22. I had no idea where I was to meet him. I got out of my car and walked around, viewing the ocean, I decided to wait. Eight minutes later, he walked up to me and told me I was early! I said how could I not be, what is this key for. He whispers in my ear, all good things come to those who wait! He pulls me up and into him, kisses me and softly whispers again, I love you. I love you too I said. He takes my hand as we stroll around the battery, leaning into each other, kissing and caressing our hands, arms and backs. It was becoming dark; a string band arrived at the Gazebo. He takes me to his car and removes a basket. We find a bench and inside he had a wonderful bottle of champagne, two glasses and lushes dark chocolate dip strawberries. Sipping the champagne, feeding each other strawberries, and snuggling was amazing! Kisses every other moment was perfect too! People walking by commented what a great idea he had. We smiled and held hands as we watched the people, the water and listened to the music. After about an hour, we cleaned up the basket and took it to his car. We then strolled down to the market area and into The Charleston Place Hotel. I knew we had a room at that point, both smiling from ear to ear, we enter the elevator. He said do you have your key? I said yes, of course! He said use it here and pointed to the keyhole on the panel. Surprised, I took it out of my pocket and put it in. He turned the key and pressed the top floor. We came upon a beautiful lobby and he explained it was the Concierge Level. He leads me to our room and kisses me as we open the door. I was overwhelmed with what I saw. Candles, more flowers, bottle of champagne chilling and a beautiful red negligee on the bed! Quickly I closed the door and kissed him passionately. I changed into the negligee as we sipped more champagne at the window overlooking the city. Whispering how much we were in love, we began the most sensual, passionate lovemaking we have ever had! We never left the hotel until Sunday! I still tingle thinking of his touches that weekend!!!
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3/7/2007 8:01 pm |
It ws the summer of 2005, and I was in Ft. Simpson(NWT,) for the weekend for a conference meeting, where one night, I decided to give myself a break with a couple of friends. Our first choice was @ this pub where we were told to be one of the best in town. As soon as I walked through the door, I found myself feeling this very unique feeling of an erotic chill through my entire body and my nipples poped out as fast and as hard as I ever felt. It was a very unique and trilling feeling as I made a quick turn around, as soon as I stopped to my right, there sat by the bar, this guy, wearing a white long sleeved buttone shirt, a tanned dark blue jeans, w/ black stylish runners and a sharp burgendy baseball cap flipped to the right side. I guess he noticed as soon as my eyes glansed his way, giving one of the most gorgious smile I had always dreammed of.Just when I thought he was coming over, looking into my eyes with his stunning green eyes, he slept me a slight but very swift touch against my hands, giving him my blushing smile as I knew he was looking. After wards, I notices that I was being so obvious in lokking his way non stop, with every smile, every step, every touch and every move he made I starred and I knew he knew that my eyes stood by his side at every glansed he made. It was a an hour before closing and I was playing a game of pool, just when I about to make my move on that guy, I had won the game while the drunken girl was staggering her way out. As soon as I was about to lay the pool stick on the table a chilling and manly hand touched mine n there he was holding my hands with that gorgious smile. "U're not giving up on me r u?" he said, n I smiled back n replied "not if u're the one I'm playin with?" He walked round the table starring right into me as I was doing the same, as he was coming closer, I stood still, turned on knowing he was coming closer, felling his fingers n his hands slightly and softly rubbing the back of my hips, n breathing on the back of my neck n shoulders. I couldn't stand it any longer n my best friends knew what I was feeling, just by lookin @ the both of us. She stood up n grabbed my hands, just when we were about to leave past the door, I turned round knowing he was starring n gave him a slow knod for him to come w/ me. The four of us walked, my friend/her friend/myself n the guy who walked right behind me as I felt him breathing down my back as he was 6 ft behind me. We were @ the our rooms n as the other couples walked into theirs so did we. Without turning around, I knew he right there n as soon as the door slammed, I felt his chilly hands on the back of my neck n shoulders, n we turned at the same time giving the ultimate frnech kiss ever, undressing one another with our disperate thoughts n minds thinking as one. We made passionate love through out most of the night n ended up with one of the most hugest smile @ the conference......
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I am at the mirror when the doorbell rings. My man has come to whisk me away on our special date. I open the door slowly – I know he is anticipating this. His eyes light up when he sees me. They always do, but tonight is special, and I am looking my best. I beckon him in. He looks at me with such fondness it makes me melt. Taking my hand, he moves closer, and I allow him a kiss. I get my coat and keys. When I return, my eyes grow wide, for in his hand is a single red rose. My eyes mist. "Oh, how sweet..." His eyes shine. His smile says everything. At the door to his apartment, he takes my hand, his eyes gentle, and tilts his head in a way I have come to know. "Babe," he says, "Tonight is for us, and for you." He looks so handsome standing there, his voice so deep, so sexy. Can he see in my eyes the glow building within me? Inside, he takes my coat and pulls me closer. I lower my eyes – he simply cannot resist that – and his breath catches. I give him a small kiss and pull away gently. He leads me to the couch, then puts on some music. It's soft, with jazzy piano. He lights two vanilla candles. The lighting is warm and inviting. I hear a teasing bit of trumpet, and feel a little jump in my stomach. I look around the room, then out to the city lights in the distance. The mood is so sophisticated, so special. I am very appreciative. While I enjoy the view, he mixes drinks and starts the oven. He has promised me a simple baked pasta dish he knows I enjoy. The table is set, the silverware gleams in the candlelight. He slides in close to me on the couch and I drop my head on his shoulder. I am so relaxed with him. Turning his face toward me, he inhales slowly, his eyes closed. He smiles, and we share a soft, deep kiss. His lips are tender, his kisses gentle, and he nuzzles my face and whispers in my ear. "You're so sweet, Babe..." Across the table, the candles shine in my man's eyes. The meal is superb, the wine a pleasure, our conversation familiar and easy. He covers my hand in his. We raise a glass together. "To us..." We linger for awhile, then he leads me to the couch. The view and the music work their magic. He holds me close and tells me how sexy my eyes are, how bewitching is my smile. He leans over to kiss me and I raise my face to meet his. The moment is frozen in time, so special, I wish it could last forever. He stands and holds out his hand. I look up and smile. He has created the perfect mood. Yes, tonight is for us... for me and for him. Communication IS the key so please visit my blog! ~BECKS~   
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3/7/2007 4:23 pm |
I noticed I had missed a call. He is canceling on me again. I did not listen to the voicemail. A man walked into the bar. He sat down next to me. He smiled and shook my hand. His hand was warm and inviting just like his eyes. He touched my arm, as he did my hand brushed his thigh. I allowed my hand to linger a little longer then walked away. He came a little closer. I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him closer. I pressed my body against his; I could feel his heart beating faster, his breathing becoming labored. I kissed his neck and nibbled on his ear. I rubbed my breasts against his chest. He tried to reach around, pull me closer and kiss me. I pulled away. He knew my intent. I had my tongue in his mouth, kissing him with intensity; he stumbled as I forced him against the wall. I ran my hands up and down his chest, his thighs and finally his crotch. I could feel him growing beneath the zipper of his jeans. I whispered in his ear, “I want you inside me.” I unzipped his pants allowing his manhood to spring free. “Your cock is so hard, here have a seat.” I hovered over him, guided his hand under my dress. “Touch me, can you feel how wet my pussy is? Do you want to fuck me? Tell me what you want.” He kissed me forcefully, pulled me down on top of him, grabbed my hips and rubbed his cock against my clit. His cock moistened with my juices he slipped inside me. I allowed him all the way in with one firm thrust. It took my breath away. I rode his cock pulling him in deeper. Suddenly he told me to get off. I slowly let him slip out. I turned to walk away and felt him come up behind me; he bent me over the edge of the pool table pushing hard against me. I reached back and pulled him closer. He lifts my dress, grabs his cock and plunges it deep inside me. Breathless again I grip down on him. I chant “Fuck me! Fuck me harder!” He obliges. One hand on my breast the other my clit, his cock inside me, damn I wanted cum. His thrusts were long and hard. He grabbed my hips, pushed inside me as far as he could. He began to diddle with my clit, I felt his balls tighten he told me, “cum for me baby!” As I came I could feel him explode deep inside me. A few more gentle tugs and I had milked every last drop of cum from his cock. Slowly his cock slipped out. We kissed; I zipped his pants and pulled my dress down. He took my hand we left the bar. I could feel cum running down my thigh. I smiled and asked “what was your voicemail about?” Heather Sunshine0514
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3/7/2007 12:57 pm |
my romantic date would be an invite to a particular girl who was a sweetheart in highschool.There was so much chemistry and sex appeal there that it's crazy that I did'nt hang on to her.We've moved on and had children but have unfortunately we've lost contact.Given the opportunity to reunite my dream date would unfold like this. She would recieve a invitation in the mail with a plane ticket and have instructions to meet me at J.F.K.We would leave off the same place as we had before with a warm embrace and long passionate kiss.She would be as beautiful as ever with her long dark brown hair and eyes to match.From that we'd have the limo take us to a very nice gourmet restaurant where I was able to make reservations.There would be a four course meal and a different wine served with each course as well as great topics of discussion and old memories we'll never forget.And while we bring back the memories I can't figure out why I let her go.She is so beautiful and we had so much fun together as well as passionate sex.what the hell was I thinking? On the ride back I started getting knots in my stomach because I wanted to win her back so badly.Was what I had in store enough?I hope so,I really do. Before we walk in I ask her to close her eyes.She does and with the help of room service I have the lights all off and the room full of lit candles.She opens her eyes and on the floor is a path of rose pedals leading to the jacuzzi in the masterbedroom surrounded by candels and a bucket of wine on ice.Her eyes are wide with amazement and joy.Beside the wine she finds a box of chocolate that she opens almost immediately.To her astonishment she dose'nt find any candy but instead she finds a huge diamond ring.Her eyes fill with tears and before I can even say a word her answer is yes.My dream come true!
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My most romantic date would go like this... The date or day would begin with flowers being delivered to my girlfriend at her work. I would arrange with a restaurant to have a gourmet meal prepared for a picnic, which would include appetizer, main course and dessert. I would order a limousine to pick me up at work. We would then go to my girlfriend's place to pick her up. We would take a ride to the marina where we would board a yacht for a dinner cruise during which we would enjoy our gourmet picnic dinner. On the ride to the picnic we would share some champagne. After our dinner cruise we would get back in the limo and be taken to a concert or play. After the show we would be taken to an elegant hotel where we would have a suite to enjoy for the evening. I would arrange for rose petals to be sprinkled on the floor in a trail to the bedroom, with rose petals also decorating the bed. I’d also arrange for candles to be lit around the room creating a very romantic setting. While at the hotel we would get some more champagne to enjoy while we relaxed in the hot tub together, which would also be illuminated with candles. Then we would retire to the bedroom for an evening of passionate lovemaking.
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3/7/2007 8:25 am |
ROmantic Date!I loved this girl in my School.Began talking to her barely 1 month, she being a introvert,didnt want things between us to go beyond, but there was this attractive sense between us.I Proposed her to come with me just once,after 1 week,she agreed. and here is the date that follows.I get down from cab under her block, see a ravishing lady, wearing golden color Indian costume.she was looking beautiful.I was all nervous. she kept asking where are we going?We reach this Restaurent,i open door for her,like a gentleman.as she reaches to the door,everyone was looking at her.the waiter greets her. we get seated in corner table.Before we ordered food, one of the waiter came and gave her bunch of flowers. AND Salad was served. than we ordered food, in between, things were coming, like, teddy bear, and such small gifts.she was astonished, probably liked it. we had our talks, i confessed my love and in end gave her the RED rose.After this we went to the nearby lake,just wanted to sit for a breeze.i was looking into her eyes, and was about to kiss her, and she starts jumping, bcoz there were ants on that bench. i took her to another shelter bench, there we were talking, and loving each other, but best thing was, I took off my shirt, when she was feeling cold, as I saw her sleeeping on my laps for and shivering. I knew i really loved her,she too loved me i know! It was my one of the romantics dates, with not many romantic moments, but,it had a chemistry,more than romance!(  ,i had planned everything in the restaurent)
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3/6/2007 9:39 pm |
I knew it was Valentines Day. I had only been dating the guy for not even a whole year so I didn’t expect the surprise I got. I was only told we were going to dinner and to dress nice. So I did I wore my hot red dress of course. I was dressed and ready to go. My date walked in with 7 long stem red roses with baby’s breath. Why seven cause that is how long we had been dating. He gave them to me and said surprise # 1. I said number one why? He said you would see. I went to get in the van. He had this romantic music playing. He asked if I liked the cd? I said yes, and he said well it is for you. I wanted you to have some nice romantic music. He said surprise # 2. I figured we were going up town till he drove out of town and got on the toll way. He drove to Medieval Times a place I had always wanted to go. I told him thank you and he said surprise #3. He parked and then when we got inside he had a sit in VIP section he turned and said surprise #4. We watched the show and then when the knight began looking for his princess for the night. He turned and said you’re my favorite princess but I want you to be my queen. I looked at him surprised what he had said when he had a ring box and set it in front of me. He said surprise #5. I said yes and he slipped a ring on my finger. After the show he disappeared I was nervous. Then he showed up and walked me to the car. There are the seat was cute bear. He laughed and turned around and said #6. I had held the bear close as we drove home. He asked if I was happy and I said yes. I said all I didn’t get was chocolate and he told me to open the bear’s heart pouch. It was stuffed with chocolate kisses he said #7 and kissed me goodnight!
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3/6/2007 11:29 am |
It is a cold but dry evening as I ring her doorbell. She must have been waiting because the door is opened almost immediately. I compliment her on her choice of a short-sleeved midnight-blue evening dress that closes tightly around her neck and covers her shapely curves down to her calves. She wears simple gold pendants, and a small watch for sole ornaments. I kiss her briefly on the cheek, realizing that with her heels she is only a couple of inches shorter than me. She chides me that with the slacks, sweater, and leather jacket on I remind her of Indiana Jones. I hope that’s a good sign. We head uptown. Traffic is horrible as usual. We chat about our travels. A block past the restaurant we catch a lucky break as an early diner leaves his spot. I race around the car; nearly being ran over, to open the door for her. She laughs. “I am a big girl you know.” She seems pleased nonetheless. I offer her my arm and she takes it. The place isn’t crowded yet. We sit a table in a quiet corner. The food, a fixed menu tonight, comes quickly. It is good and the wine pairing is great. Nothing flashy about it, simply the product of a team that works well, knows it, and does not feel the need to hide its food under a flashy décor or faux complex names. The desert is a chocolate cake, heart shaped, covered with raspberry purée, served with two forks. The conversation continues. The heads get closer. I can smell her skin under her light, floral perfume. It is sweet. The ice-wine Riesling dislodges the last bit of discomfort left by the Bordeaux. Too soon it is time to leave. The second seating of diners is appearing at the door already. We walk back to my car. Slower. I hold the door for her and this time she doesn’t chide me but smiles. Wordlessly. I drive, smoothly, fearing the moment I will have to kiss her goodbye. Too soon we turn into her street, stop at her door. “I had a delightful evening,” she says. “Me too.” “Would you like to come in?” “Yes” I hope I didn’t answer too fast. My stomach is churning. I feel sixteen again. On her doorstep she fumbles to get the keys in the lock. She laughs. Inside I close the door behind us. I help her out of her coat. Our arms brush. She stares at me. I place my hands on her hips. Gently I pull her towards me. We kiss. She leads me to her bedroom. The sheets are soft and warm like her body. We stumble with our clothes. Hours later crude light pierces the drapes. I turn around and wrap her in my arms. “Don’t let me go,” she whispers. I won’t, don’t worry, I won’t.
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