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Whats the perfect date to come ?
Whats the perfect date to come ?
Whats your perfect date ladies and gents ? If you came home from this date that was beyond perfect what would you spill (or not spill) to your best friend waiting on the couch with the lamp on ?
(If you had a perfect date thus far, share it-If you have one in your heart that you can only imagine that you want to come-please share that as well.)
Mood : Your eager friend on the couch.
9/21/2005 5:54 pm
Cute ~ |
Guy rents a car, drives 4 hours to another city to meet a girl. They spend the entire together. They go to the park, have a pinic lunch as soon as he arrives (she packed it herself of course). After they have eaten and lying on the blanket under the shade of the trees, her head on his lap, she is hand feeding him little chocolates while he tells her all about his trip down to the city. When the chocolates have begun to melt to her fingertips, he takes her fingers in his mouth and softly licks the chocolate from them. She turns in his lap to face him.
Now kneeling before him, she leans in for thier first kiss. His lips still show signs of the dessert she as fed him for the last half hour. His kisses taste so sweet. Her lips are so soft. He gently licks them with his tongue. Relishing her softness and willingness to accept him so easily. The sun feels so warm on thier backs, but neither of them notice as he pulls her closer into him. She tumbles into his lap giggling, smiling, kissing him on the lips and neck and cheeks. She feels so good. He feels so wonderful.
They continue like this, like two silly love struck teenagers for an hour. Just kissing and smiling at each other. Enjoying the taste of one another's lips and mouths. Finally she stands and suggest that they get him checked into his hotel. It was a long drive after all. The hotel is close, only a few blocks away, on the drive over she is sitting close to him, holding his hand. His hand is on her thigh. They keep stealign glances at one another as though the moment might dissappate if they allow too much time to pass. Once he pulls into the hotel and registers, she is standing beside him, rubbing his arms, his shoulders, kissing him softly on the ears and neck while he tries to speak with the clerk. At last, they are given the keys.
It seems like the locks glued shut as he tries to jiggle the keys in the hole. He struggles to get them to turn as she is caressing his hips and thighs and arms. She is distracting him to no end. He knows if she doesn't stop, he'll never get them inside, but he doesn't want her to stop. So he just continue's to fight with the lock. It disengages. That glorious sound.
THey practically fall over each other to get into the room. He turns to her, grabs her around the waist and kisses her so deeply that her breath catches in her throat. Her heart is pounding in her chest. His is beating at a mile a minute. They are both so eager to feel each other. You can feel the heat in the room, almost as though a furnace had been turned to full blast right beside them. Her panting, gasping breaths are leaving him so hot, making him so hard. He is aching to get her into his bed. But he doesn't want to make a wrong move. He doesn't want to ruin the moment. Everything is going so perfectly.
She starts to remove his shirt, taking it off over his head. Kissing his chest, his shoulders. Taking in the smell of him. This is so much better than she had though it would be. If only they had more time together. She lowers herself to her knees, then pauses to look up at him, his face is filled with awe. She smiles. Her eyes twinkle with delight. And she begins to unbutton his pants.
I think the rest should be left between you and I CuteAZ, unless of course, you don't mind sharing the detail of our first date to come?
9/22/2005 9:19 am
ohhhhhhhh... that was a good one... *sigh*|
I was trying to think of what the best best date could be... but i can't. lol. well, some rich man flying me away for a week on a tropical island... that might be nice though if that be the case... i did have a b/f once take me to the Bahamas. not rich though, and not a "surprise" date. The ideal would be a surprise and all the background problems taken care of without my knowledge (such as time off work... though if the guy was rich and serious enough, i might just quit and not worry about it).
I did have one wonderful ... well, not a date really. But a guy i was in love with... we went for a walk in the park, and went to explore the kiddie play area. He had me sit in a swing, and proceeded to push me on the swing for an hour or so. I just closed my eyes, leaned back, and held on. He did all the work... it was glorious. Soft, breezy, sun-kissed day, my hair flying free (i love the wind in my hair). I think a perfect date would have to have this in there somewhere
9/24/2005 3:48 am
Perfect date: |
I get in my car and head to my favorite restaurant, I eat my humongous, fattening meal in blissful peace. I eat dessert. Maybe twice. Then, off to my favorite hot-spot to dance with whomever I want, whenever I want and however I want. As long as I want. I drink what I thirst for when I'M thirsty! I call a cab....because I said I shouldn't be driving in this condition. I crawl into my bed.......
Meanwhile...............on another planet (ok....down yonder a tad)
He......well, actually, I don't know, nor do I care, what he does. He goes wherever it is men go on a perfect date (rest assured he does NOT know my hangout), does the thing men do, I guess......................................
blah....blah....blah........He finds his way to my house. He crawls into my bed. He services me properly. He gets his ass out!
I find my way to his house, crawl into his bed. He services me properly. (honestly, did you think I would change that?) I fall asleep sprawled across his bed with every inch of covers tucked firmly and strategically out of his grasp. And promptly begin to snore. Somewhat loudly. (I drank when I was thirsty, remember?)
I think I'll be seeing a lot of this guy....could it be true love?
Yagotta get it soft and wet so we can kick/stick it