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What was your most memorable encounter?
One romantic weekend spent at a resort in the mountains of Pennsylvania; our suite had its own heated swimming pool, with a depth of about 4 feet. While standing in the pool, embracing, my lover wrapped her legs around me, and a moment later I was deep within her. Soft music was playing in the background, and as I held her hands, she leaned back, till she was floating in the warm swirling water. My feet were on the bottom of the pool, and we danced and twirled, while joined as one. She seemed nearly weightless, as she floated there in front of me, bobbing to the rhythm of the music. With each bounce, I entered her to my full length and in a matter of moments she came, and then again, and again. I have no idea how many times we climaxed that night. We went back and forth, from the pool to the sauna, time after time, finally retreated to a large round bed.
There was a mirrored ceiling above, made of smoked glass, with pin point lights, arranged as a field of stars. When I awoke, I could see our reflections above, two people, arms and legs entwined. One gentle kiss, and she stirred, another, and her mouth sought mine, a long lingering kiss, tongue on tongue.
For two days and two nights there was nothing else, just the two of us. We didn’t know if it was daylight or darkness, there was no hunger or thrust, except for each other.
During the long drive home, she slept next to me, curled up on the seat, her head on my lap. Occasionally my fingers would comb her hair, and she would purr, nestling tighter against me.
She’s gone now, but the memories aren’t. Kodachrome for the brain, that’s what she called them, memories that live forever and are replayed over and over again.
One romantic weekend spent at a resort in the mountains of Pennsylvania; our suite had its own heated swimming pool, with a depth of about 4 feet. While standing in the pool, embracing, my lover wrapped her legs around me, and a moment later I was deep within her. Soft music was playing in the background, and as I held her hands, she leaned back, till she was floating in the warm swirling water. My feet were on the bottom of the pool, and we danced and twirled, while joined as one. She seemed nearly weightless, as she floated there in front of me, bobbing to the rhythm of the music. With each bounce, I entered her to my full length and in a matter of moments she came, and then again, and again. I have no idea how many times we climaxed that night. We went back and forth, from the pool to the sauna, time after time, finally retreated to a large round bed.
There was a mirrored ceiling above, made of smoked glass, with pin point lights, arranged as a field of stars. When I awoke, I could see our reflections above, two people, arms and legs entwined. One gentle kiss, and she stirred, another, and her mouth sought mine, a long lingering kiss, tongue on tongue.
For two days and two nights there was nothing else, just the two of us. We didn’t know if it was daylight or darkness, there was no hunger or thrust, except for each other.
During the long drive home, she slept next to me, curled up on the seat, her head on my lap. Occasionally my fingers would comb her hair, and she would purr, nestling tighter against me.
She’s gone now, but the memories aren’t. Kodachrome for the brain, that’s what she called them, memories that live forever and are replayed over and over again.
