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Love, Romance and Sex!
Love, Romance and Sex!
I've noticed both in my own Blogs and from watching other peoples that many of us alternate between really sensual, romantic blogs and 'in your face' almost 'hardcore' blogs. So been pondering the inter-relationship between Love, Romance and Sex.
I know, most of you who drop into my blogs from time to time will be saying, "O no here he goes again". Your probably right, but what the hell, it amuses me. lol
"A Day in the Life of Love, Romance & Sex"
I woke at 7am, turned and cuddled into her and felt her warmth. She was still asleep and though I was feeling horny, I let her sleep. I crawled out of bed at 7.20am, had a shower, breakfast & headed to work.
Thought about her all day, as I do everyday. Would ring her about 10.30am, not too early, just in case she'd like a sleep in. My day at work was heavy but every now & then I'd look forward with anticipation to getting home, and seeing her smile, smelling her perfume and feeling her close to me as we kissed & hugged 'hello'.
At last; it's 5.30pm and time to go home. I walk past the flower shop, as I do everyday, and spotted that a fresh consignment of flowers had been delivered. I buy a single red rose; her favourite.
When I get home we chat about each other's day. I listen as intensely to the details of her day as she does to mine. We eat, clear up, and sit next to each other in front of the open fire.
We both read, but sit so close that we touch often and I can feel the energy flowing between us. I have a warm feeling, the feeling of contentment, of knowing that at that moment in time there is no where else in the world I'd rather be.
At some point during the evening we both put our books down, hold hands and kiss. Soft music in the background, but don't remember putting it on.
Slowly, unhurried we make love, right there in front of the fire. Our bodies melt into one, we are one.
Eventually we slowly make our way upstairs with anticipation of the night ahead. The warmth, the cuddles and maybe the intimacy.
And so as one day ends we look forward in anticipation to another day. A perfect day, a perfect love, a perfect romance; and the sex is a perfect consequence of both.
It's a dream, a wish, maybe even a New Years wish.
1/1/2006 11:30 am
Here he gos again|
nice story babes
Hope u had a wonderful new year