Saturday Morning Minx

He lay in the bed next to me, sleeping he pulls me toward Him and wrapps his big long arms around me. I nuzzled up against Him and lay there awake, timing my breathing to His until i heard his measured sleeping breaths. Winter is nice in that way, you wake in the darkness, the house is still quiet and cold, and there is little to do on a Saturday morning that just cant wait. So i lay there in my Man's arms, as he snored softly. I lay awake, feeling his warm nakedness next to me. When i was sure he was fully asleep, i rolled toward Him and rested my head in the crook of His arm. He adjusted me there a bit and i slid my fingers over his smooth chest. Watching as as his small nipples puckers and rose. A smile comes to my lips as i think about what i want to do next. I cant control myself, i think how naughty it is to take advantage of Him when He is asleep giggling inwardly at my thoughts. I lean in and kiss his chest very gently, trying not to wake Him.

I drag my fingertips slowly over his warm skin, feeling the sensuality of his warmth. The light from the window is weak and blue but i can see His body, the barrel of His ribs, the small rise of His belly and then the descent to his pubis. My fingers slide lower, and i curl the tips of my fingers into his thick dark pupis. My Man shifts, rolling slightly toward me. I am doubtful He is still asleep but i move slowly and cautiously as if he is. I watch in the dusky dawn light as his cock hardens slowly as i stroke his balls so gently.

My body is alert to His, i try to be careful not to wake him. He sleepily rests His big hand on my head and pets my hair gently. I wriggle slyly downward and rest my head on HIs hip, watching the arch of his penis rise toward my face and i reach out with a warm hand and cup his balls so gently. His hand on my head, strokes my hair sleepily. He is not pushing me toward Him, or away. He just comforts me, letting me know i have permission to touch Him. I smile watching as His cock rises with the dawn light and i see the ruddy pink head. I curl my fingers around his shaft and lazily i work it in my hand, siding up and down the long length of his shaft with my one hand as i watch the little slit a the top wink at me. I do this lazily, watching  the opening at the head of his cock wink then close as my hand comes closer to the bulbous head. I milk up droplets from his thick rod, slowly and watch as they form at the tip then disappear with each stroke until finally one thick droplet rolls over the head. I catch it with my thumb and rub the slick nectar into the fleshy head.

He lays there, inert except for the throbbing pulsing of His cock in my hand. I turn my head to look up at Him. He is surely awake now, but lays with His eyes closed a half smile on His lips as i manipulate His cock in my hand. I coo softly into His shaft. "good Morning Cock, i want to suck you now, would you like to be woken with my soft warm lips wrapped around your shaft?" My Man stirs at my words and the hand on my head curls into my scalp. I lower my lips so close to the thick fleshy head that He reacts to my warm breath. He shivers and arches his hips up toward my lips. I see what He wants, i know what He wants, but i am taking my time. I stick out my tongue, resting it flat on the winking eye, i part the little opening with the very tip of my tongue and catlike lap up the bead of precum that has formed.

At that touch of my tongue on his cock i know he is awake, because his fingers grip into my hair, and i can feel he is losing control, and He wants it back. He wants to control me, it is hard for Him to let go and just accept like this. But, he lays there, his fingers tightly wrapped in my hair, as He knows i like and he lets me guide His cock into my lips. I press my soft tongue over the head and caress it with my flattened tongue, opening my mouth a bit wider i take His thick hard cock a bit deeper, all the while, my tongue dances over His swollen glans. I caress the head, and slip my warm mouth down the shaft, purring like a hungry cat as i do, I exhale a very soft "gggggggggggggrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrwwwww" sound as i slip deeper onto His engorged cock. His fingers tighten in my hair. If i am not careful He will take my head and start fucking my face. He is about to take control.

I slow down my pace, but continue murmuring over his shaft, that hollow throaty purring sound that resonates through His balls. My lips always curled over my teeth form a tight ring around His shaft, the purring of my throat stirring into His balls. He lets out a sharp hiss of breath and mutters something inaudible. I keep going.

I reach my hand up and caress His heavy swollen sack. Holding His balls gently in my cupped hand, I sink my lips ever lower onto His turgid shaft. He is bucking up against me now, His hips moving rhythmically to the motion of my mouth. I grunt when his tip reaches my throat, sending a shiver of sound through his thick, throbbing, eager member and i move deeper still. Lowering my mouth onto his shaft i look up at Him now. His eyes are open and He watches me take His cock into my mouth and i look back down at His cock and slide my mouth onto his tool as far as i can take it. He mutters softly "Look at me, baby."

I look up at Him. We lock eyes and He smiles weakly at me. I show of for him, lowering my mouth so that his tip rests on my throat, cutting off my air for a moment.  His heavy balls rest on my palm nestled against my chin. I hold Him deeply in my throat as long as i can, my throat closing around the head as i gag and my eyes water. My lips so tight around His shaft they act like a cock ring, making his cock even harder, I slowly slide back up his shaft. Never breaking eye contact, His cock dangles from my lips and i move back down all the way in one very fast motion so that His tip is being closed in my throat again.

He grunts and curls his fingers into my hair with both hands and i feel his balls tighten and His cock get stiffer. He hisses, "fuck baby, fuck!" I tease him, pulling back up again, so that the tip dangles from my lips attached with  a stringer of spittle, i  smile at Him, teasing Him with my smile as His cock bobs toward my warm lips looking for me again. He grips my hair and pushes me onto His cock. "FUCK BABY!" I look up at Him, my eyes dark and teasing as He watches as i suck his cock into my lips. He is awake now, thrusting his hips and pushing His cock into my throat. "what do you want, princess?"

I slide up slowly and take my time answering. "I want your cum Daddy, please?"

"You are a naughty little slut, but i fucking love you so much." He thrusts his cock into my mouth three hard bucks of his hips and i feel his cock throbbing and scratching my throat. "Look at Me! Fuck baby, you make me crazy! You want my cum, princess?"

His cock dangling in my lips like an Andy Capp cigarette "Yes please Daddy, cum in my mouth, please i want to taste You"

He pulls my head down onto His cock, his fingers working into my temples, massaging my scalp. I stroke his balls gently while my hungry mouth massages and milks the cum up from his heavy balls. Then he goes stiff, his entire body rigid and he grunts an animalistic sound of aching lust, and i feel his warm seed in the back of my throat, acrid and hot. I swallow it reflexively. He pushes my mouth of his tool with a loud pop and he shoots another sticky load of cum onto my lips. "He grunts, Look at me" I look up at Him and a smile crosses his entire face. "Mmmmmmmhm...good, messy, girl" He watches as i lick my lips and show him as I savor the cum from my lips and show it to Him in my mouth before i swallow.

He smiles weakly pulling me into His chest, He rests his hand in my hair Holding me against. I listen to his heart beat slow and become more regular. He sighs happily. "Princess, you are awesome"

"Thank You Daddy" i murmur into his bare chest as the undulating rise and fall of his chest lulls me back to sleep. 

A Christmas Carol, Roberte and Charles and Mr_Tim

This Christmas, I will tell you three stories. The ghosts of Christmases past, present and future. Sounding familar? Let's for this story set say I'm Carol. Ill tell you about about my three loves. The ghost of Christmas past is Roberte Crotchet, the ghost of Christmas Present is Charles Dick, and the Ghost of Christmas Future is Mr_Tim.

When i was young and first started dating, my father gave me sage advice, "Carol, if a boy hits you, he doesn't like you." I nodded and absorbed that information as all teen aged girls do. At the time i had no idea what he was saying to me or why. I started dating and i had a few nice boyfriends and then in college i met who i thought was THE ONE.

Roberte Crotchet was an exchange student the same as me. It was lust at first sight. As soon as I looked at Him I blushed and giggled. He was so handsome that it made me feel awkward and made me tingle. He was lean and athletic. Roberte Crotchet was a brilliant student, he wore fashionable clothing and expensive Italian shoes. English wasn't his native language, his quaint speech make me laugh. He would sit with me outside my dormitory, watching the cold grey Scottish sky turn from slate to ash, to purple then to blackness. He would comment about how the arts and craft style gas lights looked like a set of testes hanging from above, glowing and needy as the shaft of light would be cast into the darkness. He would have to stop to gesture to his crotch for the words in English to make me understand. I would laugh, and debate this with him until he offered to show me his testes to be sure He was correct. He pulled me close and said things to me in portugese that made my skin ripple from the tone, even though i had no idea what they meant.

We would go back to his rooms shivering and shaking, but always laughing. He would make coffee for us, i was never allowed to cook in His kitchen. "Only with a press, cara ... all other coffee is terrible." Everything he said had the passion and conviction of a man who already knows he is correct, and i believed him.

"Come to bed with me, menina doce, you will not be unhappy with me in the bed, cara."

He had the touch and soul of an artist. He handled me slowly and gently, then turned me onto my belly and bite at my ass murmuring in Portugese. I writhed and shuddered. He always took his time, not letting me get to the point of such urgent need that i needed to cum, he would work me like a composer building to his crescendo. One day in bed, He slid his fingers into me, laying beside me, he cooed softly into my ear in His mixture of English and Portuguese, "Querida, para dar à menina a dor... I need to have you in a way you have never been taken... say Yes to me, por favor, cara " The smell of his skin, the confidence in his voice, the sound of his words in Portuguese, that i didn't understand, every thing making me scream "YESSSSSSSS" even though i knew in my soul it should be NO!

He turned me over onto my belly tied my hands behind my back with his belt and slapped my bottom hard with his hand. I screamed.

He leaned down over me and put a hand over my mouth "Cara menina, you will wake the neighbors, quiet now." I bit the pillow and he slapped me again, i wriggled, winced, and begged, "NO, NO, NO please...No" My Darling Portuguese lover frowned, looking deeply into my eyes with his dark expressive eyes. He looked so sad and disappointed, "Encantadorada, you do not trust me, you make me so sad. Cara, you want me to go away forever?" His breath warm and sweet made me want to cry, and i begged this time for Him to stay.

I went home to New York and had lunch with my mother. "Carol, ya need to find a nice man, who will treat you well, and be a good provida. What you need is a mensch."

I was at a friend's apartment one day and Charles Dick showed up on his bicycle unannouced. Charles pulled a sixxer of beers from bis bike bag and handed them around the room and started making conversation. He was witty, funny and good sport. He had the arrogance to just know he welcome because he is who he is. We talked about cars and bikes and parks. He said he was thrilled to meet me and walked me down to my apartment. He asked to come in, and said he was going ot be in a bike race, asked me did i want to come.

I offered him a drink and sat on the sofa with him. I got his drink while he was, still talking, "Ooh you can work the concession, it wont be awkward." He was like a Labrador retriever, friendly and red and happy so friendly i decided to go to the race with Him.

The races were in the woods at a ski resort before snow season. The races were held earlier that day. The team and the hangers on all had a bonfire in the woods. There were bottles of Grand Marnier (the nectar of the god's) and vodka being passed in groups and the smell of weed and good booze filled the night air. We were all stoned and drunk, the night was cool, Too cold to be camping out doors so everyone who had anyone was coupled up and snuggled in blankets. Charles and I were "just friends" but i was in smitten since the day i met him. He was cold and he pulled me close to him, He stared into my eyes and kissed me.

We slept together that night, but we didn't have sex. We just slept together snuggled close keeping warm. We did that many times after that. He would come to my apartment after work, have dinner, smoke a bowl and just stay in my bed holding me. So many nights when he was holding me i would beg silently, "please, please, please, touch me, make me yours, love me in the way i love you."

Then it happened. One night in my bed when he held me, he put his hand on my skin. All at once i felt hot and wet and warm. I felt like i was on a row boat in the ocean and my stomach was in knots. He pulled me to Him and kissed me. The shock and desire I had welled up for months was seeping from me into Him and back. We made love, for the first time in my bed. It was violent awkward and hot. He pulled me close Him, wriggled out of his clothes, told me to get my panties off and he took me. He spread me open, slid a finger into me pulled it out, and then just took me. Hard and fast he hammered into me, not stopping or even looking at me. Ripping me open around his huge cock until the pain of it made me want to cry with lust and need until he and i exploded at the same time gasping and sweating. I curled into His arms and slept until morning.

When i woke up i was terrified he was going to leave and never come back. I stared at him for what seemed like hours. As he slept my mind silently begged him, Please stay forever, please stay forever. When he woke, he blinked at me, smiled his sweet honest smile pulled me to HIm again. This time he took me more slowly. His fingers exploring my curves curling into my hair and he held me tightly from behind. His hand explored my chest my stomach the tops of my thighs. He rolled on top of me, smiling down at me as beamed up at Him. I had never been so happy in my life. He entered me slowly and ground himself down onto me. He looked past me and his eyes rolled back and we made love in the early morning sunshine on a cold December morning.

Years later, i was home nursing a baby and caring for a very sick husband, complaining to my sister, i feel like i don't have anyone to talk to. "Carol, you need to find people who have simlar interests as you. You know, get out there and make friends."

It was late one night i finished an online Q&A session for the class i was teaching at a local community college. The class was hosted on an irc server. I had downloaded the free software client and with it came a list of public servers. I found a sex chat server and found Mr_Tim.

I was anonymous, safe and secure, knowing that my fantasies and my real life were safe here. I had no idea that this existed the newness of it was like heroine. I had no rules when i chatted online. At first i felt so naughty, i couldn't tell Hubby. Why upset Him, he is so sick anyway?

I had long cyber scenes with strangers. I was a cyber slut. It was amazing for me to find people out there that i could just talk to about my horny thoughts, my kinks, my passions the things that tuned me on, the things i had never even heard of. I never ever had to talk about the real horror my life felt like. Escapism at its finest.

Hubby got better, and life got easier. I made friends in real life. But i was in love. I would sneak down to see Mr_Tim late at night. Hubby started to wonder what i was doing on the computer late at night, at first i lied. I made up stories about work etc. Then one day he said to me, bluntly and matter of fact, "Carol, I know what you are doing"

My heart started to race and i felt ashamed and horror stricken and terrified and defensive and angry, my knees felt weak and i was afraid i was going to die. My finger tips started to tingle and i was sure my life was over.

"Don't lie to me Carol. I know what you are doing on the computer. I am not a fool." I started to cry, and crumbled in grief, i was sure he was going to kick me out.

"Oh Carol, calm down, you can have your fun, but these are the rules: No meeting, no discussion of meeting, no personal information and for god sakes don't say the L word (love), so long as your 'fun' stays in MY bed, i don't care what you do online."

HOLY SHIT, i found the pirates booty!!! He was totally cool!!!

Mr_Tim is the one i dream of at night, the one who takes me away from the hardships of my "real life" and gives me a place to rest my head and feel beautiful even when i know i look like shit. Mr_Tim, is loving and patient and caring and perfect in every single way. Mr_Tim is an amazing lover. He is always there giving me exactly what i want and only asks that i be happy in return and tell Him he is awesome, and the best lover i ever had, so creative and amazing. Mr_Tim is a brilliant cook, housekeeper, gardener, dollhouse builder for children. Mr_Tim can fix anything.

Mr_Tim loves to cum on my face, tie me up, play rough, play slow, play nice and fuck me in the ass. Mr_Tim loves to choke me with his enormous cock, he loves to eat my pussy and he loves me no matter what.

He says he likes when i'm skinny, and he says he likes me when i am fat. Mr_Tim always says the right thing. Mr_Tim is an accountant, or a lawyer or a rocket scientist. Mr_Tim is a warehouse worker with a 19" cock or a lion tamer that likes to dress in drag. Mr_Tim is a bored housewife that wants to know what its like to be a Man for a few hours.

But, alas Mr_Tim is not real. He is my online fantasy. It's Christmas time everyone. Hug the one you are with, and let them know that this year, the most special person of all is the one who loves you right this moment.

For me, That's Mr Wonderful, the realest man i could imagine. Pucker up under the mistletoe and give your Mister Wonderful or Miss Thang a big kiss and tell them that they are special, no matter what. If your girl or guy is sitting next to you, or across the planet behind a keyboard. Its all the same. Being loved is awesome!!!

Merry Christmas Everyone and to all a fucking good night!!

Good Things Cum to Those Who Wait.

I stood there in His arms, as He sat on the roof deck with a glass of Champagne in His hand. I looked down at Him, amazed, and flushed with emotion. I pressed myself closer to Him and He slid the fingers of one hand over my arms and down my hips and around my back. With his other hand he slowly traced the V neckline of my sweater with his half full champagne glass. Slowly dragging the cool smooth glass downward He circled my hard nipple through my cardigan. He pushed the rim of the glass up under my taut nipple and grinned lustily up at me as i watched the glass make its slow circuit of my chest. I shivered slightly and He locked eyes with me. The air seemed to crackle with electricity as He took a sip of champagne and set down his glass. His eyes never leaving mine.

He pulled me closer with the hand that was around my hips, reaching up He tugged open the buttons of my sweater one by one in a soft "Pop... Pop... Pop...pop."He slid his warm hands into my sleeves and pulled the soft wool off my shoulders and left the discarded fabric draped at my elbows. He nuzzled His face into my heated flesh and slid his hands up my belly to cup my breasts in his large hands. I smiled down at Him and He un-clipped the front hook of my bra and let it fall open, my large breasts bobbed free of their restraint. I felt the cool air on my bare skin as He pressed a cheek to my belly and nuzzled into my cleavage. He lifted one breast to his mouth and sucked it until my nipple was firm and needy, he repeated with the other in the same agonizingly slow fashion.

Then he pushed me back to arms distance and looked at me, as if he was surveying a mannequin in a shop window, tilting his head from one side then the other and he reached up with his hands and slid them under my skirt. I gasped fully exposed and i turned my head to see people walking on the sidewalk in front of the inn. I looked back at Him again, i felt hazy, as if i left my body, and i was in a bubble of soft warmth. The street below didn't matter, nothing mattered. He kept looking at me and tucked his fingers into the hem of my panties and slid them down to my knees. I felt the cold air on my moist entrance instantly and all i wanted to do is get to my knees and worship Him.

I cooed softly and slid my fingertips into his hair, my arms feeling very short due to my sweater around my elbows draped toga-like down my hips. He pushed me back again, a bit farther and stood up. He turned me to face the street and came behind me, holding my breasts out before me, and whispered into my ear. "They can see you if draw attention, princess" He held my breasts pinching my nipples as i ground my hips against His bulging jeans. He kissed my neck and my pussy felt like it was dripping into the panties around my knees.

He bent me over the railing, my large bare breasts falling forward as he lifted my skirt and slapped my ass with a resounding "CRACK!" My bubble of warmth and serenity was broken in that one instant. I saw a woman on the street look up to see where the sound came from. I gasped and looked over my shoulder at Him. My eyes opened wide and i hissed in a sotto voce, "she will see" He laughed softly into my ear, "I know, princess, isn't it great?"He pushed my head down again, lifted my skirt and i flinched away from His swat. He grabbed me by the hair, and hissed too loudly to be accidental, "Stay Still" His hand came hard this time, hitting the roundness of my ass with a "CRACK" then again "CRACK" I closed my eyes so not to see the street, but He wasn't going to let me off. So i relaxed into my submission, and love, and trust with each "CRACK" I drifted away, back into my bubble of warmth.

He was stroking my hair now, "good girl, you are cold... lets go inside" He pulled my sweater off my arms and dropped it down the hatch into the bedroom below. He pulled a fluffy towel from the rod and laid it on the bed. He guided me to sit on the bed. He touched me, everywhere, slowly taking the rest of my clothes off and laid me back onto the towel. He was cooing a stream of compliments and nice words, "good girl... such a good girl i have.... so pretty.... such beautiful skin" as he kissed down my belly, i reached my head up to kiss Him or to touch Him but He always gently pushed me back cooing nicely at me.

He put his lips on mine for a moment and then left me there for a a long while. I was in a fever now, it was like time stood still but i felt i needed to feel Him, have His touch, have Him near. I didn't want to move or touch myself. He would know if i had. I wanted to be perfect for Him. His princess.

When he returned he had His suitcase and mine. He dropped them on the floor and left again for a short moment returning with the bottle and glasses of champagne. He poured Himself another glass took a large gulp, then tipped it into my lips and spilled some of the cold fizzing wine over my cheek. I felt it roll down my cheek and neck, leaving a cold trail. I felt my nipples tighten in response. He tipped the glass gently over my chest and i felt the cold bubbles on one nipple and watched as he sucked the dripping champagne off my tit, biting gently on my nipple. He repeated His slow torture on the the other breast, nipping at the tender flesh as he sucked away the fizzing bubbles.

Then he kissed me deep and hard. I tasted the sweet alcohol on his lips he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth as he pulled away. Then, He spread my legs, wide, but didn't touch my moist cleft. I arched my hips up toward Him. He just smiled as He lifted his glass again took another swig, then lifted his glass high as if to make a toast, he tipped the remainder onto my cunt. The cold bubbles making me writhe away from it. I felt the bubbles dripping down the cleft of my ass. Then he lowered his chin to my pussy and looked up at me. "Baby, don't cum, no matter what don't cum."

He moved His lips to my swollen lips and sucked the cool bubbles from my parting. I was writhing in ecxtacy. It felt like a million cocks all fucking me at once. I was lost, in another world, on that precipice but didn't dare fall over. I needed to behave, my fingers curled into the soft down coverlet. I was moaning, incoherent. I was lost, the colors in my head were a kaleidoscope of pleasure and lust, prickling every pore i ever had. I was chanting His name, "I love you, i love you, i love you, please....." He pulled back his lips. His chin was glossy with my nectar as he covered me with his body. He kissed me hard on the lips, sharing my own lust with me. Then he entered me, and i was whole.

I bucked up against him and we moved as one. I was entirely part of Him as He filled me, slowly at first, but then he filled me, more and more and i felt like i was going to be so full i would burst from the inside and then we moved together, slowly and gained tempo. Then, He grunted "baby, now, Oh my fucking god i love you, now, baby cum with me" I exploded, i felt myself turn inside out and i let go, every single thing i my life was gone at that moment except Him. His cock throbbed so perfectly inside of me until i was completely empty. I lay there under Him, weeping, spent, not able to move just radiating love, kissing Him and holding him on me. I cooed softly, giddily into His ear. "I love you so much, i love you soooooooo much, thank you, thank you, thank, you."

Then he said it, what every Master should tell a girl, "you did so good baby, I'm so proud of you. " I smiled, beaming to myself and wrapped my legs up around His hips and poured all of my love into Him. "thank You"

Home At Last

I know it has been such a long time my loyal faithful followers, but this poor girl has been so busy. I have been traveling with work and then i was on vacation with the family. All of that has put a dent in my horny blogging. I am so very sorry for keeping you in suspense for so long. I only have time today for a short little tease, but i promise to be more diligent about blogging soon!

So my faithfuls, what shall i tell you about, how about sex on the beach. So sorry, there is none in my recent history to tell you about. So let me talk very briefly about needs. On the vacation tight quarters made actual shagging difficult, but whilst away, sitting at a campfire with the Man, He pulled my folding chair closer to his and put my hand on his hard cock. There were other people around so i wasn't allowed to stroke Him and suckle Him as i would if we were alone. I would have gladly, gotten to my knees and sucked him off out doors in front of the fire, or stroked Him with my hand until He came, but, never with children about.

Later, we lay in our small bed, listening to the waves on the beach, and He whispers to me "princess, i want to spank your ass so hard right now. I want to do it in the rhythm of the surf" i snuggle close and giggle softly into His ear as His fingers slide under my thin night dress. He doesn't slap my ass because there are children sleeping in the next room, a thin sheet of wainscoting between us. He slides a finger into me and bites my ear reminding me to be very quiet. He presses His hard cock against me and growls into my ear, "this is so hard for you isn't it, princess?"

I nod my head in the darkness and He bites my bottom lip, "no talking, baby, keep quiet" I gasp as His finger strokes my g-spot and i wrap my legs around His hips. He wriggles into me and i feel His big thick cock throbbing when he enters me. It has been days and i am sooo tight. He gasps softly and I moan into His ear, "fucccccckkkkhhhhhhh" It feels so good, we are moving in silence and i wrap my legs high on his hips, pulling him down to me. I shudder biting my palm so not to scream. I need Him so much, i want Him to make me His, turn me over slap my ass and make me beg for Him.

He smells of woodsmoke, chlorine, the misty salt air and the ocean. He leans down, takes a nipple into his mouth, and tugs it hard, i writhe up against him arching higher so that my breast is nearer to His sucking mouth. Then he lets it go with a soft pop and it bounces back against my chest. He grunts softly bucking harder against me, i feel the walls of the little cabin we are in flexing to the motion of His thrusts. The crashing of the surf seems to be too slow now, I put my hands onto his shoulders and i hear him in a hazy dream "cum now" I shudder arching up against Him and i feel Him throbbing and pulsing inside of me.

I let out a tiny squeak of pleasure and pant breathlessly against His chest. He slumps onto me, and moans softly, "fuck baby, i need more"

We both came, but we were both left wanting more, the freedom to make love as noisily and as long as we both wanted. Vacation sex, is not always as good as the vacation.