October escape, part 2 of 4

We had just made it there, and settling into our private nest. We made out several times on the way there, and surprisingly, did not have to fuck on the side of the highway. I suppose there is some modicum of maturity/restraint present at times...maybe we knew to attempt pacing ourselves for 3 days?

Bags spread everywhere, he's holding on to a bouquet of beautiful Gerber Daisies he purchased for me at the florist in town. He's been showering me with gifts as of late, and I am trying to get used to it. I have to admit, it feels wonderful. We are kissing as he holds this enormous bouquet, and I cannot wait any longer....dropping to my knees, I undo his pants and pull out his thick cock. I lick up and down the sides....cupping his balls, listening to him moan. His hand tightens around the cellophane covered flowers and I hear a deeper moan as I dive down to the base of his shaft. I grab the flowers from him and place them on the floor with a free hand, careful not to damage them. His hands immediately go to my hair, tangled in the long red mane. He's gently fucking my face...I feel my pussy swell as he explodes into my mouth....the amount of cum in that first orgasm was enormous. And delicious. And would be the start of the most romantic and passionate 3 days of my life.

It would be a matter of minutes before we ended up in bed....just long enough to put the flowers in water...starvation had to set in before we managed to make it to lunch. ;-)

Cheers,

Me

October Escape, Part 1 of 4

It would be days of 100% freedom to be a couple where no one would know us.

A romantic fall escape where the crisp air combined with sunny days made for the most intensely erotic days of my existence with Jack.

The blur of time spent talking, hiking, wandering around a quaint little town holding hands... Long, leisurely lunches and giggling beyond control.

The sex....oh, where do I begin. Why don't I work backwards?

The last time was early morning, probably 4 AM...the rain was pounding on the roof....it was warm inside, and he woke me from a light sleep. No words were needed....he was above me and my legs were spread wide to receive him as deep as possible. Never mind the pain....I ignored the swollen, sensitive folds and just focused on my desire to have him fill me....it was all I wanted...all I needed. To feel whole just one more time. We can both recall, with vivid detail, how we felt that morning.

There could never be enough of him...except that at this point every muscle in my body was hurting, and I had barely slept. We pushed each other to total exhaustion, yet again. It would take me three full days and a lot of sleep to recover.

Sometime that last morning, we were leaving town and stopped for gas/to look for somewhere to have breakfast. Jack strikes up a conversation with the man across at the other pump and ends up joking with him about "the wives." It's fun to pretend...and I always giggle about that kind of thing because we do actually look like we belong together. I know we both wish it were possible right now.



"In a parallel universe, we would have made a scorching couple." - from the movie Singles, though taken somewhat out of context.

More later...

Cheers,

Me

A special post for Jack...

Alright, I know y'all have been surprised at the tenderness and romanticism on here lately. Well, prepare to gag and giggle even more. This is for Jack. Today is a special day.....and yes, I could have quoted Neruda, Dickinson, Keats....nah. This just fits. It is one of my favorite poems, and still makes me giggle.

I love you, Surf Bum!






LOVE - Shel Siverstein


Ricky was "L" but he's home with the flu,

Lizzie, our "O" had some homework to do,

Mitchell, our "E" prob'ly got lost on the way,

So I'm all of love that could make it today.

XOXOX

Me