our island
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Posted:Oct 20, 2005 12:28 pm
Last Updated:May 24, 2007 6:20 pm
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OUR ISLAND...
Being away from loved ones hurts me. But being unable to help them when they need me crushes me. It hits me at a level so deep, it frightens me. In these dark times, my only ray of light comes through my memories. Like so often before, they show me the way out. In this particular case, this memory was not too long ago...
"I remember being in our island. A long sandy beach, and there we were, just the two of us. Together. My arms around you, holding you tight... The warmth of your body... The softness of your skin... We were so happy, we wished time would stop... We watched the sunset together. It was the most glorious sunset, with all the colors: hot pink, deep red, purple... And on the other side we saw a faint moon rising... It was a new moon..."
The day was leaving. The night was coming. But with it, it brought the promise of a new day...and the hope of a better one...
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two bags...
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Posted:Oct 15, 2005 12:28 pm
Last Updated:Feb 27, 2017 12:23 pm
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TWO BAGS...
She came to me carrying two bags. I opened them one at a time. Very cautiously, but without hesitation.
The larger one carried all her fears, all her sorrows, all of her broken dreams. A lifetime's worth of pain...
The smaller one carried her hopes.
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airport...
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Posted:Oct 15, 2005 8:28 am
Last Updated:May 24, 2007 6:16 pm
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AIRPORT...
It was a gloomy day when I got to my car. The sun had hidden behind a group of clouds. The drive to the airport was hectic. Nervous. Rushing through the other cars, worrying I 'll be late.
I parked my car as close to the gate as I could. I walked into the terminal. I was early.
I 've always been amazed by airports. They are the gateway to another world. The last door before we take yet another step. I saw the people at the arrivals' gate. Faces smiling, falling into the arms of loved ones. Parents, grandparents, all embracing, friends greeting each other. And lovers. I could always tell before they kissed. That unmistakeable look in their eyes gave them away. This was the happy side of the airport.
I remembered all my trips. I had crossed the ocean 25 times. Each one of them different. Each bringing something new. Each taking something away. A smile, a tear, they all came to me, as I went to get a newspaper. It wouldn't be long now.
I found a chair, sat down. Tried to read, I couldn't. My heart was racing. I could see her coming closer, but she wasn't here yet... And then I heard the announcement.
I sat frozen. Started to count down in my head. I knew how long it would take to get from her plane seat to the door. The minutes passed slowly, excruciatingly...
Eventually I started seeing people from her flight. I recognized them by the tabs on their luggage. Still, no sign of her. I stood close enough to the gate, but far enough to be able to see everyone getting out.
My heart skipped a beat. I saw her first. She looked a little weary, a little lost. She looked beautiful. More beautiful than ever. I stood still. Opened my mouth but didn't make a sound. She saw me then.
Eyes locked at the distance. Finally finding each other. I stayed motionless for a second, but once I took the first step, there was no stopping me. I walked up to her. She hadn't moved an inch. I took her in my arms and held her for what seemed like an eternity. Her warmth, her breath enveloped me. Then, slowly we turned towards each other and our lips touched.
We kissed. It was a new kiss. A kiss pure as snow...
"It 's so good to see you", she said in a voice I only knew too well. A tear of joy welled up in my eye, but somehow I managed to contain it. "Wellcome to my world", I whispered, "let me get your bags..."
By the time we got to my car, the sun was shining brightly...
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I want you... part 2
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Posted:Oct 13, 2005 12:41 pm
Last Updated:May 24, 2007 6:15 pm
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I WANT YOU (part 2)...
We lay naked in her bed, the sheets covering our bodies only in part. As I looked at her, I replayed in my mind what had just taken place...
The end of a long week. A phone call just before I left the office. A greeting at the door. And...
Three hours of passionate love making. Two lovers melting together. Two lovers exploring bodies they only knew too well. Two lovers feeling a familiar heat. Two lovers reunited after three long months. Two lovers that had now drifted apart.
Working in the same building after our break-up was never easy for either of us. Running constantly into each other, occasionally with new company, smiling politely and mumbling niceties, pretending we didn't notice the looks from co-workers that knew...
It all seemed distant now. Our chemistry in bed was fantastic. Each anticipating each other's move, each little dance, each smile we exchanged as we guided each other to ecstasy. And the sparks... oh, there were sparks alright. Even now. More so than ever.
Still, we lay there naked, serene, but without anything to say. Questions running through our heads, neither of us fully grasping what had happened. It was so quick. Just like the first time our bodies joined.
I looked out the window. The moon had appeared in all its glory. Round and full.
I almost got up to get dressed, but hesitated. I turned to her. Smiled, almost politely. Looked into her eyes, the sadness suddenly apparent in me.
"I 'm really glad you called...", I said, not knowing if this was a goodbye or not. Not a second later I knew the answer.
Slowly she brought her lips to mine, her eyes closed. "Why don't you stay for the night?", she whispered...
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because...
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Posted:Oct 12, 2005 7:15 am
Last Updated:Dec 24, 2009 11:16 am
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I was stuck in the mid-afternoon Athenian traffic. Not my favorite place to be. My patience dropping by the minute, as I shifted from first to second gear then back again. And then...
This song came on my car stereo... And I just... lost it... I started singing, timidly at first, but quickly rising to an all-out belt... From the corner of my eye I caught some drivers from nearby cars looking and smiling...as they saw someone in a tweed jacket and a knit tie giving a heartfelt performance, hair flopping about and all!...
Such a catchy little tune... so infectuous... It 's an oldie... by the Dave Clarke Five. And it 's called...
BECAUSE
It 's right that I should care about you
and try to make you happy when you 're blue
it 's right, it 's right to feel the way I do
because, because I love you
It 's wrong to say I don't think I do
'cause when you say these things
you know it makes me blue
Give me one kiss and I 'll be happy
just, just to be here with you
give me, give me a chance to be near you
because, because I love you...
For the first time in my life, I think I actually sang in tune...
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torn...
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Posted:Oct 9, 2005 11:31 pm
Last Updated:Mar 4, 2017 1:24 pm
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TORN...
I am a man of clear mind. I know what I want. I know what I don't want... Not now...
I look into these eyes... These eyes... And I 'm torn. Half of me wants to make love with you in the tenderest imaginable way. The other half of me wants to fuck you senseless...
So...
Which will it be?...
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I want you...
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Posted:Oct 7, 2005 1:07 pm
Last Updated:Jan 20, 2016 8:20 pm
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I WANT YOU...
It had been a long day at the office; the last one of a long week. I was finishing up, checking the last details before heading home. Then the phone rang...
About a half hour later, I was parking outside her place. I knocked on her door. She answered in a t-shirt, long and over-sized. She greeted me, a sly grin on her face. "Come on in", she invited me, "can I get you something?".
I barely let her finish her sentence. I took her in my arms and kissed her; a kiss of passion, a kiss of lovers. A kiss two people had tasted many times before. I moved my lips towards her ear, stuck my tongue out and moved it downward to the back of her neck. I pressed myself against her, let my fingers slide down her spine, till they landed at the small of her back. I pulled her closer. I kissed her lips once more, softly this time.
I placed both hands on her cheeks and fixed my eyes on hers. My voice was steady and calm, but strong...
"I want you... and I want you now..."
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SunneyOne's dare
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Posted:Oct 7, 2005 12:38 pm
Last Updated:Nov 15, 2011 2:37 pm
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A few days ago I dared my newly found friend SunneyOne to write some nice things about me in one of her posts. She obliged. Now it 's my turn; with pleasure.
Much like her chosen handle, Sunney is a girl of cheerful disposition. She has a good job, a nice car and a place to die for, filled with all the comforts one would like; and probably a few more. She enjoys staying there, and will cook a mean meal for you. But she won't mind eating out either. She is romantic and sensitive. But keeps her feet on the ground.
Sunney knows what she wants; and what she doesn't. And she 'll tell you. Clearly and concisely. Her clarity of mind is impressive. Of all the profiles I 've read, very few state what they 're looking for with such distinction. I suggest you take a look.
Sunney is the type of person you will happily introduce to your friends and family. She is a very 'together' woman, 100% real. You 'll find spending time with her delightful. She has a great sense of humor. And she won't hold a grudge.
Although I couldn't know that first hand, Sunney is a good date. She is open and fun. She won't fuss over unimportant details. Your attention, your affection and the right chemistry will do the trick for her. She will do her best to please you. And she won't smother you.
She is sexy and sensual. Her posts are filled with heat and passion. Her writing skills are superb. A visit to her blog will convince you. Her writing style is easy, but clear and structured. She draws you in. She will make you laugh and she will make you hot. Her post about a sexual encounter in a parking structure was the first to catch my attention. I 've been hooked since.
She lives in Florida. So, guys, if you 're near her (or even if you 're not), try to contact her. You won't regret it, I promise you that.
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The Blue Cafe...
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Posted:Sep 30, 2005 1:41 pm
Last Updated:Nov 15, 2011 2:38 pm
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THE BLUE CAFE...
"My world is miles of endless roads
that leaves a trail of broken dreams...",
sings Chris Rea in his hauntingly beautiful 'Blue Cafe'.
I was listening to this song today. I fixed myself a drink. I couldn't help but think of my own trail of broken dreams. I thought of all the people that I have loved that were no longer with me. Some were taken away by death, some by distance, some by sheer stupidity on my behalf... A tear welled up in my eye...
There were those who stayed with me for just a few months; others stayed for decades. Still, all of them had held my hand and walked with me along paths that were beautiful. Paths that left me with so many happy memories. I realized how truly blessed I was. Each and every one of them had come into my life; each of them had left behind a lesson for me to learn. The lesson of truth. The lesson of kindness. The lesson of forgiveness. The lesson of sacrifice. The lesson of patience and endurance. Most importantly the one left to me by my fairy godmother: the lesson of unconditional love. The only kind of love that exists...
Chris Rea 's song was winding down now, the glass was sitting empty in my hand...
The tears in my eyes had dried. A warm smile was creeping on my face, a twinkle in my eye. I was surrounded by memories once more. Only this time they didn't come from the past. They came from the future...
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happy stawberries
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Posted:Sep 29, 2005 2:20 pm
Last Updated:Dec 13, 2011 6:31 am
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HAPPY STRAWBERRIES
The title of a previous post of mine not withstanding, dessert is [in my humble opinion] the meal's most important part. It 's the taste that 's left with you, the one that stays till you retire to bed. And as we all know great restaurants are always judged by their deserts.
Now, I am by no means an artist of the culinary art, but I do like to explore it, occasionally improvise [often fail], try to impose the products of my efforts on my guests. Let 's say that so far I haven't poisoned anyone.
This recipe was given to me many, many years ago by an old girlfriend, who like me was a kitchen busybody. Like everything I prepare, it is simple, quick, relies heavily on the quality of materials and almost not at all on cooking technique.
Her original name for it was 'drunken strawberries', I found that 'happy strawberries' was more apt, more civilized...
INGREDIENTS
A kilo (2,2 lbs.) of fresh strawberries serves four
Two bars of chocolate fudge
A cup of Remy Martin [alternatively Cognac or Cointreau]
A syringe.
PREPARATION
You melt the fudge in a kettle and pour it in a bowl.
You fill the syringe with Remy Martin.
You wash the strawberries thoroughly.
You inject each stawberry with Remy Martin.
You dip each stawberry into the bowl of fudge until covered completely.
You place each strawberry onto a fruit plate covered with aluminum foil. (You may wish to spread just a touch of butter on the foil). Alternatively you can use toothpicks and styrofoam.
You place the plate in the fridge and wait till the fudge forms a crust [probably a couple of hours].
You serve chilled.
PS: An excellent accompaniment is champaign.
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the zipper...
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Posted:Sep 26, 2005 12:45 pm
Last Updated:May 24, 2007 6:05 pm
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THE ZIPPER...
[step-mommy dearest...]
This little episode happened a long time ago. It was really unimportant and had by no means a lasting effect on me. But I 've kept it a secret and I think the time has come to bring it out in the open.
My 17th birthday was approaching. My father was in his third marriage by now, my mother on her second. I was living with my mother and my step-father and would visit my father on week-ends.
My step-mother and I were pretty close. We would spend a lot of time together. We 'd stay up and watch old movies on TV, go to the theater, art exhibitions, but mostly talk quite a bit. She had two sons from her previous marriage and would often relate to me the challenges of being a mother, a wife and a career woman at the same time. I looked up to her for her sophistication, her education and her sheer force of will. I would often tell her of my problems as well, and those who 've met me know that I don't open up easily.
It was a typical Saturday evening at my father's house. Having played my usual tennis game in the afternoon, I had come home, showered, shaved and was getting ready to go to a high school party with my friends. But as I was zipping my pants, I ripped the seam of my zipper. Since I was by now running late, I turned to my step-mother for help. I went to her dressing room and asked her if she could help me fix it.
"No problem", she said. "OK", I answered, "let me get off my trousers". I had barely finished my sentence, when she grabbed me by the hand and stopped me. "That won't be necessary", she said half sternly, half jokingly. She took a needle and some thread and told me to be still. I smiled awkwardly and said "Please be careful".
Her next action took me completely by surprise. She inserted her hand through my zipper and started feeling up my cock and balls, while holding my hand with the other hand so I wouldn't back away. All along she had a wicked grin on her face. I froze. A shock of terror overtook me, but I stood there still. My father was in the next room, reading his newspaper, both doors open- he could walk in any minute.
After giving me a thorough inspection (my length, my width, the size of my balls), she removed her hand and proceeded to sow back my zipper in a flash. The whole time I was in total silence, jaw dropped, eyes wide open. "There you go, you 're good and ready", she said as she gave me a playful pat on the butt to send me away. "Enjoy yourself at the party", she added.
I didn't. Although I danced the night away, strange thoughts were raging in my brain. I was confused. And scared. My great fear did not concern what had happened; rather I feared what might follow. Surely she couldn't repeat anything of the kind. But what if she did? What if she went even further?
As close as I felt to her, I had no sexual feelings for my step-mother. To the best of my knowledge neither had she. But even in that extreme case, I would never, NEVER sleep with my father's wife. It was a matter of principle. What was then this all about?
I made sure I got home really late so that everyone was asleep. I didn't want to run into anyone; anyone at all. I crept into bed. I came to a decision. I would just put it out of my mind, pretend it never happened. If anything were to occur again, I would deal with it then. I never had to.
The next morning at the breakfast table everything was back to normal. The usual joking around, my father actually asking me if I got lucky, since I came home so late... My stepmother acted as if nothing had ever happened, completely normal in her behavior, which in truth I found a little scary. The hot spring sun that was shining outside eventually cleared away all the clouds.
I never fully understood what went on that day. My best guess is that through some perverse sense of curiosity my step-mother wanted to 'check me out', perhaps to see how I measured compared to my father. It would fit her personality to do something like that. Then again I could never be sure.
HAS ANYTHING SIMILAR EVER HAPPENED TO YOU?
DO YOU HAVE A DIFFERENT READING OF THIS?
Please comment and let me know.
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Dream a little dream of me
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Posted:Sep 21, 2005 12:38 pm
Last Updated:Jan 2, 2018 1:31 am
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DREAM A LITTLE DREAM OF ME...
Last night as I was going to bed, I kept hearing this wonderful little tune, an oldie from the Mamas & Papas. The lyrics sung so wistfully by Mama Cass were still ringing in my ears:
" Stars shining bright above you
night breezes seem to whisper I love you
birds singing in the sycamore tree
dream a little dream of me..."
I closed my eyes.
When I opened them again, the soft morning light was coming in through the curtains. I felt an incredible sensation, not quite sure exactly what yet. It didn't take me long. I lifted my head slightly. I saw her hair, dark brown and silky covering my crotch. As her head was moving up and down I saw my cock, fully erect by now, appear from inside her mouth, then disappear again. Was I dreaming? I let out a moan.
" Good morning, hon...", she said between licks, her voice reaching my ears just barely. I closed my eyes again and dove back to this fantastic pool of ecstasy, a waterfall of pleasure running through my entire body.
She was giving me the full work-out. Her tongue running my length, swirling around the tip, her lips engulfing me, taking me all the way in, releasing me, then repeating the whole sequence. I looked down...
As if on cue, her eyes caught mine instantly. I saw those beautiful, warm eyes; I knew them too well. Could spot them miles away; thousands of miles away. She was smiling at me. I could tell her pleasure was as strong as mine. Once more she took me all the way in and kept me. She knew when I was going to come even before I did.
My hands moved towards my pillow, my fists clenched the fabric. My body started convulsing wildly. I was coming in thick, gigantic spurts. Her lips were tightly wrapped around me, her head still by now, taking it all in, eyes still smiling, frantically swallowing my whole existence. She was sucking the marrow from my bones. I gasped. All the air left my lungs. I breathed in again and tried to focus.
She gave me a little tongue bath, made sure there wasn't even the tiniest drop of sperm left on my cock and kissed the tip. My eyes closed again, unable to grasp the situation fully. With that, she moved up and stopped at my shoulder. She rested her head there, took a deep breath, obviously satisfied with the success of her mission. She brought her hand on my chest, let it lie there playfully.
Once more our eyes met. She recognized the smile that had now formed in my face...
"Told you it was going to be a good morning...", she said coyly...
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shut up and fuck me
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Posted:Sep 19, 2005 12:31 pm
Last Updated:Jan 2, 2018 1:30 am
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I was dancing. Alone. The dance floor a sea of bodies moving in sync, red lights flashing, strobe light spinning. The heat was heavy, a distant smell of patchouli in the air...
It was a hot July night. The open air club in the Greek island was packed... A little sun, a little booze, a little fun... All of us there for just that. The beach during the day, the clubs at night....
I was swaying my hips now, loud dance music enveloping me, tight blue jeans, loose white shirt all drenched. I pushed my hair back, and felt a pair of eyes on me. I turned and saw her. Dancing a few feet away, long blond hair, face red from the sun and a couple of baby blue eyes piercing me inquisitively. I smiled, blushed a bit, lowered my eyes, then lifted them again to see if she was still looking. She was. I moved in front of her and continued dancing, facing her the whole time. She matched my every move, obviously enjoying the moment, the feeling of our bodies moving in unison. Sweat was pouring freely. Her sleeveless t-shirt was soaked. I grinned. We went on for about an hour, never stopping, never taking a break.
Eventually we stepped out; to 'take a walk'. In the meantime I had introduced myself; so had Karen, a "...nurse, here on vacation". Didn't seem like a nurse to me. But as soon as I pictured her in a white uniform, wild fantasies flooded my brain. I stopped by a lone lamp post. I leaned in and kissed her. She responded by grabbing the back of my head and pulling me close with such force I almost screamed. "We must find a darker, more secluded spot", she said assertively. "A truly bold woman", I thought to myself. My pulse was now racing with anticipation. We finally found a dark corner and leaned against a high fence made of stone.
Our necking was getting heavier. I slid my hand in her top and cupped her breast. It was full and heavy and I could feel her heart beating. She squeezed my butt with gusto. Instead I bit her lip, lightly, and smiled. She looked me in the eye, expressionless and kissed me hard. I moved my other hand inside her panties and started gently rubbing her pubic hair. Her moisture gave an incredibly sweet smell. I inserted my middle finger in her and started probing. Not batting an eyelash, she reached down and unzipped my jeans.
Her hand found her way to my cock, and began rubbing it up and down gently, causing my skin to stretch as much as possible. She pulled it out. At the same time, I lowered her panties and she stepped out of them. I took them and wore them like a bracelet, brought them close to my face, smiled...
She kissed my chin and started kissing her way down. I stopped her. Looked her in the eyes and said, "No, not now..." . Seeing her a bit surprised, I continued, "I really like you, I think you 're...". Her hand covered my mouth, stopping me in mid-sentence.
"Shut up and fuck me!", she said, not the slightest hesitation in her voice.
My gentle nature would have normally caused me to shrink at such a remark. Not this time. I was a wild animal, a fire burning in me, my eyes blind with passion. Without a word, I lifted her legs as she crossed her arms around my shoulders and pressed her feet against the wall to steady herself. Then holding her ass with both hands, I brought our crotches closer together, until my cock touched her pubic hair, her clit, then finally her soft lips before entering very slowly. Once I found her entrance, I pushed in, went in all the way, then began moving back and forth.
We were dancing again, another dance this time, secluded from the world... And yet, still out in the open air, our senses were reaching peak activity... We were silent, kissed a lot, both knowing that our bodies dared to go where our minds wouldn't, both savoring the taste of carnal knowledge, both enjoying the newness of each other...
Our pace was fast, I was inside of her all the time since we were standing and was alternating deep thrusts with shallow ones; rapidly. I could feel our orgasms approaching, could sense just a shadow of a shiver down her spine, but just as we were there, I stopped... for about 10 seconds, just enough to see the shock in her eyes, then just one move... in about another 10 seconds.
It was electrifying. With every thrust a jolt was traveling through us. And every time we lay still an endless shiver, each time getting more violent...
About a dozen thrusts later, I felt the slight contractions of her. She didn't speak, didn't make a sound, just squeezed me as hard as she could. Soon I followed, giant, volcanic eruptions going through my body, sperm flowing out of me like hot lava, burning its way out... My head fell backward and a low moan escaped my lips.
We stayed like this for a few seconds, bathed in sweat, our smells combined into a new and unusual fragrance. Slowly we disengaged, careful not to cause a fall. She took a handkerchief out of her purse and wiped the cum that was dripping down her thigh, then another to clean my cock as well. "My God, she IS a nurse", I remember thinking...
"I didn't know you Greek boys were so wild", she said teasingly. Still flushed with excitement I managed to answer "I thought you English girls always held a stiff upper lip", then grinned wickedly. She started laughing, a crazy lunar laugh; a laugh that went down her throat like a cool glass of water...
I kissed her forehead. "Will I see you tomorrow at the beach?", I asked, my voice steeped in anticipation.
"No, I 'm leaving tomorrow...", she said looking straight into my eyes.
And with that she kissed me and disappeared into the night, never to return again...
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