What Kind Of Sex Would You Like To Have Right Now, In Words Only.

He is taking me on a boat to the secluded cove he likes to talk about. A warm breeze picks up the fabric of his open shirt, revealing more of his sun tanned body, his muscles flexing as he laughs. He holds my hand, tracing my palm absent-mindedly with his thumb while he tells me about the history of the island.

His voice deepens and relaxes as he switches to a language i dont know. But i can understand the change in his tone, the feel of his lips by my ear, and his hand traveling up my thigh inside my sundress. He smiles when his hand reaches its destination and I let out a soft moan. He gives me a lingering kiss before pulling my dress off above my head. Im not wearing anything under my dress and I can feel him watching me behind his dark sunglasses. He gently ties my hands behind my back with some rope from the boat. "Trust me," he whispers, as he blindfolds me.
 
He is taking me on a boat to the secluded cove he likes to talk about. A warm breeze picks up the fabric of his open shirt, revealing more of his sun tanned body, his muscles flexing as he laughs. He holds my hand, tracing my palm absent-mindedly with his thumb while he tells me about the history of the island.

His voice deepens and relaxes as he switches to a language i dont know. But i can understand the change in his tone, the feel of his lips by my ear, and his hand traveling up my thigh inside my sundress. He smiles when his hand reaches its destination and I let out a soft moan. He gives me a lingering kiss before pulling my dress off above my head. Im not wearing anything under my dress and I can feel him watching me behind his dark sunglasses. He gently ties my hands behind my back with some rope from the boat. "Trust me," he whispers, as he blindfolds me.
If the next thing you felt was a splash, I’m going to be very disappointed… :)
 
Yes. Your hair and makeup are done, and it’s almost time to leave, but I’m gonna push everything in a rush off the coffee table and move you bodily until your legs buckle and you’re forced to lay giggling down. Your token resistance stops as your dress is pushed up to your waist, and I pull your panties harsh aside and begin to lick… to taste. We’ll just be a little late, and I don’t give a fuck.

This… this would be nice.
 
The kind when she comes home from the office, after teasing you all day by text messages and pics…Right there behind the door, giggling and laughing at each other.
And then finally her jeans and panties are around her ankle as she faces the wall, arches her back and whispers “Take me!”
 
You call it “cleaning day”… but I know your intent. You’ve pulled a thinning t-shirt on with loose shorts and bent and stretched around the house, preening as you reach to dust as I leer at your movements and the way your nipples harden as they sway and peek through the sheer material.

And then instead of crouch, you bend at the waist to reach under the couch for no reason at all… other than arouse… which works, of course, because I catch a glimpse of bare and glistening swollen lips… and I’m on you, pushing lightly as you stand so that your hands extend to grab the back of the sofa, and with a chuckle you look over a shoulder and ask, “What ARE you doing?”

I answer by dragging your shorts to down your legs, kissing and nibbling your flesh until your skin goosebumps, and your lip’s bitting off the deep groan in your throat, and your hips begin a grinding hump of empty space that is suddenly no longer empty as I stand hard and fill you instantly, fucking you with an intensity that the even dust-bunnies feel envy.

Yup. That’d work.
 
The kind where we've both been frustrated and hungry for it all day, waiting for that special time together again... Barely past the door and our hands are all over each other, every touch like a bolt of electricity through our bodies. Moaning and groaning as the desire and lust overwhelms us both, falling onto the bed, lips locked. Moving my hands down to grind over her pussy before standing up, moving her legs wide and ripping open her leggings, a look of pleading in her eyes as the rest of our clothes soon disappear, leaving just two panting naked people.
 
I wake with focus to see you stretched beside, a thin sheet barely covering bare legs, nightshirt slipped up to your hips, and the need lives again as it always does with you, so I lightly rake my fingers up the back of a thigh and over the curve of ass, seeking the tingling of nerves and spreading smooth cheeks over and over until you sigh and turn sleepy eyes and shy, mischievous smile to me and whisper, “C’mere.”
 
The kind where I lay her down on the bed, slowly slide off her panties and tell her to spread her legs for me.
I begin gently massaging her pussy and inner thighs while making sure she understands "the rules":
"Your legs must remain spread at all times while I am between them," I explain. "You're only allowed to close them against my head when you come - In fact, I expect it."
"Disobeying will get you a playful reminder slap on the ass for the first offense. The second will be harder. On the third time I walk away and will leave it in your hands."

Once acknowledged, I start with warm breaths and light kisses all around her thighs and outter labia. Then I stiffen my tongue and give one long, hard, slow lick from hole to clit, spreading her lips on the way up and flicking her clit with my tongue. I'll lick back down the right side, back up the left side, then kiss back down the middle, pausing only to lightly suck on her lips. Another hard, slow lick up to the clit where I'll circle it with my tongue then pop it in and out of my mouth a few times.

I'll lick slowly back down to the hole and thrust my tongue in as deep as it will go. I'll tongue-fuck her and use a free hand to manipulate her clit, pinching, pulling, and pleasuring it as her hips rock and push against my face. When her breathing and moans tell me she's close, I'll slide a finger or two (or even 3) inside her and finger-fuck her while sucking on her clit.

I'll stop fingering her only long enough to lube her ass with her juices, work my thumb inside and tell her to work on her clit while I go back to tongue-fucking her hole until she comes and I greedily slurp up and suck out every last drop of nectar.

Depending on my mood I might fuck her or just walk away, satisfied with her pleasure.


Yeah....something like that.
 
The kind where I send her on a scavenger hunt to different boutiques to pick up each part of her attire for the night. The last clue leads her to a penthouse where candlelight dinner awaits us.
 
I have such fond memories of standing carry sex, when I was younger and stronger and she was more petite. When the dynamics were right, it was such a primal delight, literally impaling her while supporting her and controlling the flow.
 
It's been over a week since I've had sex with my wife and I'm missing it. I'm also in the middle of not watching any porn so I'm horny as shit and we simply haven't had the time, space, and privacy to fuck recently.

I want to be lying on my bed, hands cradling my head like a pillow, while she rides me. And she's going slow, taking her time to work me up. I feel like I'm getting close, she slows down, stops, my cock fully inside her pussy. She'll reach back, stroke my balls with her fingertips, tease my asshole a bit, and then slide up and down some more. It's to the point that my balls ache from being edged.

She'll lean back, offering up her tits and stomach and hips and body for me to grope and play with. SHe's focused entirely on me and making me cum. I'm the complete focus and she'll take forever before I finally explode.

Then she cleans me up, kisses me on the tip of my nose, pulls the covers over me so I can take a nap.
 
I’d like to have the kind of sex where after two sips at happy hour, foreplay begins with her handing me warm panties, she telling me to take her to a room to pull her hair.,.
 
The kind of sex where it starts slow light teasing moving into some heavier foreplay really building up the tension. Where both of us are really getting intense not to impress each other with our prowess but, to see which one of us falters first. This goes on til we finish with no clear winner. We share a glass of water, catch our breathes and chat for a bit. Then the next round begins
 
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