All I Want to do is Make Love to You

[BedtimeStories77]

All I Want to do is Make Love to You
By Heart

It was a rainy night when
he came into sight
Standing by the road, no umbrella,
no coat
So I pulled up along side and
I offered him a ride
He accepted with a smile
so we drove for a while
I didn't ask him his name,
this lonely boy in the rain
Fate tell me it's right,
is this love at first sight

All I wanna do is make love to you
Say you will
You want me too
All I wanna do is make love to you
I've got lovin' arms to hold on to

So we found this hotel,
it was a place I knew well
We made magic that night.
Oh, he did everything right
He brought the woman out of me,
so many times, easily
And in the morning when he woke all
I left him was a note
I told him
“I am the flower you are the seed
We walked in the garden
we planted a tree
Don't try to find me,
please don't you dare
Just live in my memory,
you'll always be there”

All I wanna do is make love to you
One night of love was all we knew
All I wanna do is make love to you
I've got lovin' arms to hold on to
Oh, oooh, we made love
Love like strangers
All night long
We made love

Then it happened one day,
we came round the same way
You can imagine his surprise
when he saw his own eyes
I said “please, please understand
I'm in love with another man
And what he couldn't give me
was the one little thing that you can”

All I wanna do is make love to you
One night of love was all we knew
All I wanna do is make love to you
Say you will, you want me too

All night long…​

First of all, I wanted to state right now that this is not plagiarism. I have a series in the works called "Stories Inspired by Songs". I am crediting the singer/song writer for their INSPIRATION.

But, the lyrics are the backbone to the plot. I then add my own characters and details. Right now I'm looking for people that are familiar with/fans of this Heart song.

This might sound silly, but I need help writing the sex scene. I'm looking for something slightly more tender without being total "romance fluff". Going off the story the song tells, I don't see this as a fetish tale.

Ideas?

 

[BedtimeStories77]

P. S.

This is but a small clip of the story. So far, does the sex flow well? lol I'm trying to figure out how to continue.


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“How ‘bout we warm up darlin’?” he asked, a twinkle in his eye.

The young hunk didn’t wait for an answer. He turned around and leaned over the bathtub. He turned the faucet on, letting the water run over his hand until he found a reasonable temperature before pulling on the stopper that activated the shower. He gestured for her to get in. She didn’t hesitate, skimming out of her soaked jeans and panties. He quickly followed, stripping just as fast.

The hot water felt wonderful running down Caroline’s back. She almost felt guilty that he allowed her at the front of the tub. “Turn around,” he said, a smile on his face. She turned, the spray of water now splashing down her front.

He leaned in as close as he could, his growing cock pressing into the small of her back. She tilted her head and craned her neck slightly, as if anticipating what he’d do next. In a swooping motion, he came down upon her. His mouth found her neck where he tenderly bit into the soft flesh.

She moaned, pressing back against his body. “Make love to me,” she whispered.

The young man didn’t hesitate to oblige. Cock in hand, he bent his knees slightly. Caroline raised herself onto her tiptoes in anticipation of him. He steadied himself by bracing one hand against the shower wall. In one upward thrust, he found her awaiting hole.

Both hands now on the shower wall, he got a rhythm going. Each thrust nearly pushed her into the air. She had to strain to keep balance on her toes.

 

[yevkassem72]

This is but a small clip of the story. So far, does the sex flow well? lol I'm trying to figure out how to continue.


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“How ‘bout we warm up darlin’?” he asked, a twinkle in his eye.

The young hunk didn’t wait for an answer. He turned around and leaned over the bathtub. He turned the faucet on, letting the water run over his hand until he found a reasonable temperature before pulling on the stopper that activated the shower. He gestured for her to get in. She didn’t hesitate, skimming out of her soaked jeans and panties. He quickly followed, stripping just as fast.

The hot water felt wonderful running down Caroline’s back. She almost felt guilty that he allowed her at the front of the tub. “Turn around,” he said, a smile on his face. She turned, the spray of water now splashing down her front.

He leaned in as close as he could, his growing cock pressing into the small of her back. She tilted her head and craned her neck slightly, as if anticipating what he’d do next. In a swooping motion, he came down upon her. His mouth found her neck where he tenderly bit into the soft flesh.

She moaned, pressing back against his body. “Make love to me,” she whispered.

The young man didn’t hesitate to oblige. Cock in hand, he bent his knees slightly. Caroline raised herself onto her tiptoes in anticipation of him. He steadied himself by bracing one hand against the shower wall. In one upward thrust, he found her awaiting hole.

Both hands now on the shower wall, he got a rhythm going. Each thrust nearly pushed her into the air. She had to strain to keep balance on her toes.

Believable, in its awkwardness. Now, what is the idea here? Is she fucking this younger man to get another man that she can't have off her mind? That's how it seems.

 

[BedtimeStories77]

As the story in the song seems to suggest, she's fucking another man to be able to have a child. Basically, a one night stand. Using the stranger.

 

[yevkassem72]

As the story in the song seems to suggest, she's fucking another man to be able to have a child. Basically, a one night stand. Using the stranger.

Hmmm....kinky....

 

[BedtimeStories77]

I quoted the lyrics in my first post.

 

[yevkassem72]

I quoted the lyrics in my first post.

I know. I skimmed the first time around.

 

[yevkassem72]

So, it's an LW story?

 

[BedtimeStories77]

So, it's an LW story?

God no! lol Frankly, I'm not sure which category I'll place it in yet. (Side note, I've tried reading some of the high scoring stories in that category to get a better understanding of what readers want there...)

A basic cheating wife tale, NO MATTER her reason, doesn't "fit" there.

 

[yevkassem72]

God no! lol Frankly, I'm not sure which category I'll place it in yet. (Side note, I've tried reading some of the high scoring stories in that category to get a better understanding of what readers want there...)

A basic cheating wife tale, NO MATTER her reason, doesn't "fit" there.

Ah, I thought that was the category for cheating wives and cuckolding tales. Of the which, I only like the former.

 

[EveAnna]

How about moving them out of the shower and onto the bed or even an easy chair? The lyrics say:- Quote "We made magic that night.
Oh, he did everything right
He brought the woman out of me,
so many times, easily" Unquote.

That might not be that so easy in a shower scene but it would work in a bed or even chair. Have them make love in the shower, then take a bath, move into the bedroom and start again or get them out of the shower before he's come and move them straight into bed or chair. How erotic are you going to go with the sex scenes? Does he go down on her, you don't want kink so this would have to happen before full sex or he'd be getting a creampie.

It sounds like a really fun series to do.

 

[Athena_e19]

Great idea Eve! Alot of songs have some inspiring or at least interesting lyrical tales to tell.

My revision:
“How ‘bout we warm up darlin’?” he asked, a twinkle in his eye.

The young hunk didn’t wait for her answer. He turned around and leaned over the bathtub. Beneath his touch the faucet turned, letting the water run over his hand until he found a reasonable temperature before pulling on the stopper that activated the shower. He looked back, his eyes teasing, as he gestured for her to get in. Caroline felt nervous before his gaze. She knew why she was there; knew what she wanted. But as she slowly stripped of her soaked clothing, even her little panties, she could feel her desire growing.

He did not move as she stepped passed him, her backside softly grazed by the heat of his groin. She felt a shiver run up her spine at the thought of what had just brushed her. She stepped into the water, her eyes closing as the warmth of the moisture spread around her.

The hot water felt wonderful running down Caroline’s back. She almost felt guilty that he allowed her at the front of the tub. Beneath the sound of the rushing water, she could hear him strip.

“Turn around,” he said, a smile on his face as he stepped into the porcelain tub. Expectantly she turned, the spray of water now splashing across her back, running in small rivers across the gentle curve of her buttocks.

He was erect, his smile and eyes as proud as his cock. He was making her admit her desire, focus on an object, his object, and thereby surrender.

"Touch it," he instructed once more. Caroline watched as her hand slipped from beneath the safety of the falling water and reached out to grip the long shaft that promised to be her fulfillment. Her heart pulsed as it twitched in her hand, its mighty form leaping back towards his stomach as she caressed it. Despite the humidity of the shower, Caroline's mouth was dry.

Slowly her grip faded into a stroke and she could not bear to part from its study. Her eyes trembled with its each movement, with its each pulse. But he was not here for something as trivial as this.

This time he guided her with his hands and not his voice. The first touch of those strong digits at her hips put a tremble in her knees. A soft pressure on her right hip, bid her rotate once more.

"Beautiful ass," he commented, as his hands shifted from her hips to the soft cheeks of flesh that she had worked so hard for. His nails grazed carefully across the sensitive skin making Caroline let out her first cry of the evening.

One finger slipped between the split of her cheeks and rode it downward until it discovered the moist warmth between her thighs.

She felt his body press to hers, the length of his cock caressing her backside as its tip prodded at her lower back.

"You're ready," he said matter of factly. Caroline watched as his knees bent beside her and then slowly straightened. He did not miss his mark. Caroline pushed back, bending at the waist, providing a better angle for entrance. Inch after inch of his delectable cock filled her, and she would pant like an animal in response.

His hands captured her small breasts in his hands, covering them with his broad palms. His squeeze was halfway between gentle and rough, and the young wife squealed in delight.

"Fuck me," she begged, her voice connecting to an inner nature that looked only for its base needs. And she needed him to fill her, to fuck her, to ride her. "Fuck me," she repeated as she felt his shaft slip backwards.

And then his powerful thrusts began, pumping into her like a piston, bouncing her soft curves on her frame.


** I like the idea of her being a little more apprehensive. He is out for some sex and maybe a relationship, she just wants to get pregnant. Perhaps she is only a little aroused before realizing what it will mean

 

[BedtimeStories77]

Thanks for the input EveAnna and Athena. I know there are a lot of songs out there that tell great stories. It's surprising at how many are erotic on their own or could become erotic with slight prompting.

Currently I have 19 story ideas in the works.

 

[Fantasies_only]

I have a series in the works called "Stories Inspired by Songs".

I have one for your series.
Teachers use mind control on their (18 year old) students, with constant classroom sex in "The Hall".

"We don't need no education.
We don't need no thought control.
Perverted bastards in the classroom.
Teachers won't leave us alone.

Hey teachers!
Penises are shown.

All in all she's just another bitch in the hall.
All in all you're just another bitch in the hall."

The real song is about cults, which can be used for the Waco Texas incident.

PS: I agree the film wasn't that good, but it's not a piece of crap either.

 

[starrkers]

The REAL song is The Wall by Pink Floyd.

I have one for your series.
Teachers use mind control on their (18 year old) students, with constant classroom sex in "The Hall".

"We don't need no education.
We don't need no thought control.
Perverted bastards in the classroom.
Teachers won't leave us alone.

Hey teachers!
Penises are shown.

All in all she's just another bitch in the hall.
All in all you're just another bitch in the hall."

The real song is about cults, which can be used for the Waco Texas incident.

PS: I agree the film wasn't that good, but it's not a piece of crap either.

 

[Fantasies_only]

The REAL song is The Wall by Pink Floyd.

DUH!
Originally "teachers" would have been "preachers" (unheard version).
It has nothing to do with a German training camp/school.

By "the film" I don't mean "Pink Floyd's The Wall".

 

[cloudy]

DUH!
Originally "teachers" would have been "preachers" (unheard version).
It has nothing to do with a German training camp/school.

By "the film" I don't mean "Pink Floyd's The Wall".

No, originally it's just as starrkers posted it.

It has nothing to do with cults, either. Or "german" training camp.

Are you sure you're old enough to be here?

dear lord, make the stupid people shut up.

 

[Fantasies_only]

No, originally it's just as starrkers posted it.

It has nothing to do with cults, either. Or "german" training camp.

Are you sure you're old enough to be here?

dear lord, make the stupid people shut up.

Are you?

The real song was not posted.

"We don't need no education.
We don't need no thought control.
The dogs of hazzard in the classroom.
Teachers leave us kids alone.

Hey Teachers!
Leve us kids alone.

All in all we're just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall."

Think of the message of the song.
Education as in teaching a forign religion.
Thought control as in a repetitive nature which makes one believe something that is beyond belief.
"The dogs of hazzard" means "the powers that be" as in one who speaks for god.
Teachers as in the one who educates of a new belief.
Another brick in the wall is a metaphor for a mindless drone.

Song ending:
"Aww-aww, education.
Aww-aww, education."
"If you don't eat you're meat, you can't have any pudding!
HOW CAN YOU HAVE ANY PUDDING IF YOU DON'T EAT YOUR MEAT?!"
(Hitler soundbyte)

Isn't German (capital G) what I posted?
Forgive me for hitting the wrong key on the keyboard.

 

[cloudy]

Are you?

The real song was not posted.

"We don't need no education.
We don't need no thought control.
The dogs of hazzard in the classroom.
Teachers leave us kids alone.

Hey Teachers!
Leve us kids alone.

All in all we're just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall."

Think of the mesage of the song.
Education as in teaching a forign religion.
Thought control as in a repetitive nature which makes one believe something that is beyond belief.
"The dukes of hazzard" means "the powers that be" as in one who speaks for god.
Teachers as in the one who educates of a new belief.
Another brick in the wall is a metaphor for a mindless drone.

Song ending:
"Aww-aww, education.
Aww-aww, education."
"If you don't eat you're meat, you can't have any pudding!
HOW CAN YOU HAVE ANY PUDDING IF YOU DON'T EAT YOUR MEAT?!"
(Hitler soundbyte)

Isn't German (capital G) what I posted?
Forgive me for hitting the wrong key on the keyboard.

oh, yay! you've passed our c & p test! Good for you!



you're still not the brightest crayon in the box, dear.

 

[Fantasies_only]

oh, yay! you've passed our c & p test! Good for you!



you're still not the brightest crayon in the box, dear.

And you would know since you are still playing with crayons like your baby brother.

FYI: Crayons are not bright, colors are bright.

 

[cloudy]

And you would know since you are still playing with crayons like your baby brother.

FYI: Crayons are not bright, colors are bright.

oh, ouch.

Don't try to be patronizing, you're not that good at it.

 

[Fantasies_only]

Anyway, the saying is "He's not the sharpest tack in the box," not brightest crayon, which is the child's version of the putdown.

By the way, if anyone doesn't wanna hear arguments from me, then don't start them.

I corrected the TV title, which I meant as dogs of hazzard.

 

[BedtimeStories77]

Oh my God! None of this bullshit has anything to do with Heart's song, and therefore, my story idea!! Risia, please don't remove this thread because of one moron!

 

[Sherry Hawk]

Oh my God! None of this bullshit has anything to do with Heart's song, and therefore, my story idea!! Risia, please don't remove this thread because of one moron!

To get back on topic...

I think your idea is a good one. Falling to Fly did a series that she called "Playlist" (don't have links handy or I'd share).

A lot of songs have inspired my own stories - in fact, I have one here at lit called "I Alone" from the song by Live.

 

[Fantasies_only]

Oh my God! None of this bullshit has anything to do with Heart's song, and therefore, my story idea!! Risia, please don't remove this thread because of one moron!

I know it has nothing to do with it.
I was just responding to you other idiots who will rant and rave about anything that I say.

I gave the idea of another song that could be a story with false words.
That should have been the end of it!