How fucking romatic!!!! Can you really have both? Fucking and romance?

Sparky Kronkite

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Hard fucking? Soft romance? Hard romance? Soft fucking?

Quick, hard, nasty sex - in a romantic condition?

Yeah? Tell us where this has happened for you.
 
Every single night I spend with my boyfriend...Romantic Fucking ;)

It's romance in the things he does, the way he touches me the way he kisses me the things he says to me. And it's pure Fucking in the way he makes me hunger for him....
 
Yeah but what if.......

He wanted to fuck you in public - in a alley - yelling out 'fuck me bitch' and slappin' you on your fare ass?????

Would you? Could you? Dig it? Like it? And still find it romantic?

Because it's 'him' of course.

What if he really, really, really wanted you to pull a train and take a cum bath for him while he whacked his bag in the corner?

Would you find that romantic - because it's him?
 
Re: Yeah but what if.......

Sparky Kronkite said:
He wanted to fuck you in public - in a alley - yelling out 'fuck me bitch' and slappin' you on your fare ass?????

Would you? Could you? Dig it? Like it? And still find it romantic?

Because it's 'him' of course.

What if he really, really, really wanted you to pull a train and take a cum bath for him while he whacked his bag in the corner?

Would you find that romantic - because it's him?

God YES! I can sit back sipping champange. I can grin,watching him take a huge swig from his crystal glass. Then watch him, tongue to teeth, squirt it from his mouth, showering me in it, and then having him lick every drop of it from my body. Yes! I find it crude, and I find it romantic.
 
Yezzzzzz! You see........

it can be done.

Cum and Champagne.

Fucking and romance.

Some like it hot - and find it 'nice' at the same time.
 
Re: Yeah but what if.......

Sparky Kronkite said:
He wanted to fuck you in public - in a alley - yelling out 'fuck me bitch' and slappin' you on your fare ass?????

Would you? Could you? Dig it? Like it? And still find it romantic?


I would probably laugh because if he did do something like that it would be to make fun not to be sexual. S. and I are opposites when it comes to being intimate in public he is shy and soft spoken which is interesting considering he is big and looks like Mr. Clean. He is very tender and private.

Because it's 'him' of course.

What if he really, really, really wanted you to pull a train and take a cum bath for him while he whacked his bag in the corner?

Would you find that romantic - because it's him?

No, because that isn't him. Smiles He would never allow another man to touch me and I would never allow another woman to touch him, however I can touch any woman I want ;)
He would watch while I licked another woman from head to toe, but I doubt very seriously doubt he would masturbate during it. He would watch with a smile on his face then when it was all over and she was gone he would fuck me sensless :D
 
You guys got too many rules.

Too complex of a love situation for me.

But - you guys do what you have to do. Pretty conservative if you ask me.

Never allow? Ha - not us.
 
Simply it's not romance if it is not between just us....
 
Re: So? That would be a.........

Sparky Kronkite said:
'closed' relationship.

Would it not?


Not exactly like I said I can sleep with another woman....if I wanted too. But I am very satisfied with just him. He puts no rules on me, he says he does not own me and I do what ever I wish. Yet we both know there can be no other man (Which I do not want one) or another woman for him (and he does not want that, he says I wear him out enough as it is :p).


Heading to job number 1, see ya later

:kiss:
 
Romantic dinner

He invites me for a picnic in the park, under the moonlight. He spreads a blanket of red and yellow rose petals beneath a large weeping willow. He takes me by my hands, escorts me to the center of the fragrant bed. He takes my face in his hands, and kisses me gently, passionately, once. He undresses me slowly. He steps back, looks at me with no expression on his face. He bends an retrieves a sheer, silky pink scarf from the basket. He approaches me, kisses my cheek, ties my wrists with the soft scarf, tight. His hands on my shoulders, his eyes tell me to kneel, then to sit. I watch as he bends, his hands reaching inside the basket. He removes a rope, stares down at me, wrapping it around his hands and stretching it tauntly between his hands. I don't turn as he walks behind me. He bends, his hand running down the back of my head, through my hair. He pulls my head back until I am laying on the bed of soft petals. He kneels places the rope on the ground next to him. He reaches, takes my bound hands in his hands, brings them to his mouth. He kisses my palms. He guides my hands, pulling them gently over my head until they are fully extended behind my head. He raises my hands from the ground, guides them between his straddling legs. He lets my hands explore his hardened form pressing against his pants. He reaches for the rope, slides it between my hands. He stands, pulls the rope, wraps it tightly around the trunk of the tree, ties it. He has me bound. Now we will eat. He will feed me, and feed from me. I wonder what he brought for dessert:devil:
 
'he says I wear him out enough as it is'

I hope that lasts - oh a couple of year or so. He's already set you up for the day that doesn't happen. Pretty smart guy.
 
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