Your romanti-sexual getaway: where?

[it_matters]

OK, he gave you that smile that says yes, or she kept your eyes prisoner longer than expected, and now the long weekend is on. All you have to do is dream up the most romantic, intimate space you can imagine -- to start warm and heat up as rapidly as possible (room service!) -- and then invite this beautiful, sexy person to join you.

Where will it be, and how will it go down?

Your answers could christen many a fine love affair....

 

[it_matters]

Awww, I thought this one would REALLY be fun for the imaginative among us. No takers?

Here are my latest two faves:

Montreal or Quebec City Yes, a few hours' drive to Montrealgirl's stomping ground... great, great food, super arts, et un touche quebecoise (is a "touche" masculine or feminine? I guess to really be worth it, it should be both, eh ) . Nothing like a b&b with a big whirlpool bath, a bigger bed, maybe a well-placed mirror. Dinner out with a carry-in bottle of a good red wine -- not too much, 'cause you don't want that beautiful face and body to blur into the background. Oh, buy a CD of the current best seductive local artiste... There is nothing like making love, and then walking around a foreign town, checking out shops and galleries, with that buzz running through you like a live wire. Oh, yeah, and anticipating night #2...!

Moutain Retreat For the more adventurous, a cabin or a tent in the mountains -- near some great swimming hole, if in season. Lake Placid area, or Vermont, or New Hampshire, or Quebec... or fly way the hell out west and scrape the bottom of the sky in the Rockies. Anyway, requirements include: campfire, sleeping bags which zip together, guitar, a hammock that squishes two people in until their hips are rubbing, and their limbs are sort of tangled all up in one another, great food, some fun toy surprises (each person has to bring one toy at least, in their own "gear", for the delight of one or both.... So imagine walking a few hours into the woods, to a place where no one else is, and being able to strip down and swim together, dry off and eat together, get close to the fire together -- all the while building that "I really, really want to eat you up" energy...

So c'mon gang, give me some new ideas. These have both been used!

 

[~Elizabeth~]

Sorry can't help, I've forgotten what a romantic getaway is.

 

[it_matters]

Thud!

Boy, you folks must really be stuck behind your monitors! I could imagine a quick flight to Italy; or camping in the woods with a campfire, and leaving all your clothes back at the house. Isn't love an act of imagination? That candle's flickering pretty low, about to go out. Not even a puff of air from the Greater Erotic Population?

Last chance, then I bow to you all and say: well, I tried.

 

[Slowlane]

We like to visit bed breakfast places. We try never to hit the same one twice. A tent in the mountains, along a stream bank. The back seat of the car - while it's still in the driveway.

 

[Cathleen]

I love the mountains too, all times of the year. Since it's fall I'd head and leaf peepers abound I'd try to go someplace out of the way. A quiet and simple dinner the first night, get back to the house/room/etc. early and having a night of cuddling and chatting that would lead to slow love making.

Sleeping in the next morning and having breakfast in the room and some energic sex while enjoying breakfast - maybe there would be some fun food to play with too. More sleep... lazy showering or better yet a hot tub or a jacuzzi. I'd love to take a nice walk through the village - a stroll really. I'd love to head back to the room to change for dinner. Something a touch casual and romantic and linger over dinner and dessert ~ sweet romantic talk and touches. And yes, long slow love making ... really long.

I'd love some really fast and furious sex the next morning... Sunday mornings, something about them. Then I'd love to take an easy hike, pack a lunch and blanket and head off on a trail. Spend the day losing track of time and making love in some sundrenched field and enjoying a picnic.

Sunday night it would be nice to just relax and watch a movie or something... enjoy being cozy, sleeping deeply. Monday... yes of course - morning sex, I love morning sex. A long leisurely drive home, stopping for cider and apples and a late lunch at a tucked away place.

Tomorrow I might have a totally different idea.

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[it_matters]

Sleeping in the next morning and having breakfast in the room and some energic sex while enjoying breakfast - maybe there would be some fun food to play with too. More sleep... lazy showering or better yet a hot tub or a jacuzzi. I'd love to take a nice walk through the village - a stroll really. I'd love to head back to the room to change for dinner.

Ahhhhh, that stroll around town when you are completely (temporarily) satisfied... arm around the waist, maybe sliding down to the ass, remembering the morning or planting seeds of the evening. Those out-on-the-town kisses. Yum.

 

[Cathleen]

Ahhhhh, that stroll around town when you are completely (temporarily) satisfied... arm around the waist, maybe sliding down to the ass, remembering the morning or planting seeds of the evening. Those out-on-the-town kisses. Yum.

Uh huh... keep talking.

Peeking into the windows of the shops, stealing passionate kisses in doorways...

 

[it_matters]

Peeking into the windows of the shops, stealing passionate kisses in doorways...

... not really caring what is in the shop windows, not that weekend, but in their hazy mirror catching sight of your partner... who catches your eyes watching him or her... then into the next doorway to put a little water on the fire...

 

[Denae]

I love the mountains too, all times of the year. Since it's fall I'd head and leaf peepers abound I'd try to go someplace out of the way. A quiet and simple dinner the first night, get back to the house/room/etc. early and having a night of cuddling and chatting that would lead to slow love making.

Sleeping in the next morning and having breakfast in the room and some energic sex while enjoying breakfast - maybe there would be some fun food to play with too. More sleep... lazy showering or better yet a hot tub or a jacuzzi. I'd love to take a nice walk through the village - a stroll really. I'd love to head back to the room to change for dinner. Something a touch casual and romantic and linger over dinner and dessert ~ sweet romantic talk and touches. And yes, long slow love making ... really long.

I'd love some really fast and furious sex the next morning... Sunday mornings, something about them. Then I'd love to take an easy hike, pack a lunch and blanket and head off on a trail. Spend the day losing track of time and making love in some sundrenched field and enjoying a picnic.

Sunday night it would be nice to just relax and watch a movie or something... enjoy being cozy, sleeping deeply. Monday... yes of course - morning sex, I love morning sex. A long leisurely drive home, stopping for cider and apples and a late lunch at a tucked away place.

Tomorrow I might have a totally different idea.

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Once again, my twin reads my mind.

I've also wanted a mountain getaway, but during the quiet winter. A cabin tucked far into the woods, where the only neighbors may be four-legged creatures of the land. A walk before settling in for the night, not speaking, but enjoying the calm silence, as our heated breath exhales from our nostrils and mouths. The icicles hanging from naked tree branches.

Walking back to the cabin and placing a teakettle on the stove for hot cocoa spiked with peppermint Schnapps. Stoking the fire, putting on some background music, stripping down to our thermal underwear and woolen socks, and layering pillows and blankets by the fire.

Yes, I can imagine this so clearly.

 

[Cathleen]

Once again, my twin reads my mind.

I've also wanted a mountain getaway, but during the quiet winter. A cabin tucked far into the woods, where the only neighbors may be four-legged creatures of the land. A walk before settling in for the night, not speaking, but enjoying the calm silence, as our heated breath exhales from our nostrils and mouths. The icicles hanging from naked tree branches.

Walking back to the cabin and placing a teakettle on the stove for hot cocoa spiked with peppermint Schnapps. Stoking the fire, putting on some background music, stripping down to our thermal underwear and woolen socks, and layering pillows and blankets by the fire.

Yes, I can imagine this so clearly.

OK, now give me one dang reason you should not write and submit your stories? There isn't one!

Oh twin, you have such a great mind ~ and the details... mmmm.

 

[it_matters]

Well, that's much better. I thought I was going to be travelling alone on this post, now I am in very good company, and in the mountains to boot

 

[Cathleen]

I just saw an ad on TV, I have no idea what it was selling, but the scene was one of those pretty night snowfalls, it was in the city and it was nice. But... my mind quickly changed the scene to the mountains and one of those bright nights even though it is snowing - and warm too. Those are sweet memories... and good makings of sweet dreams too.

 

[Slowlane]

There is a small cabin just west of the divide – bear and deer prints in the fresh fall snow, maybe an elk or even a moose. A slow fire in the cook stove – sex on the floor in mid afternoon followed by a long walk in the chill autumn air. The gold of the aspen mingled with the green of the pine, my ladies hand warm in mine.

 

[pleasteasme]

On the mountain theme.....

I always thought it would be quite the romantic getaway to abscond to a remote cabin (nicely furnished and with modern conveniences, of course) to spend Christmas there with a special beau.

Icing on the cake would be a snowstorm......enough to go out and play in a bit before retreating back to the warmth of the cabin and a fire blazing in the fireplace. Slowly pealing off one another's clothing in the firelight. Kissing every inch as it is revealed, and removing every last stitch of clothing. Falling to the floor to make slow, blood boiling, toe curling love in front of the fireplace for hours and watching our shadows mimic us on the wall. Then snuggling under a blanket and falling asleep in the wee hours of the morning with the fire burning down to embers as we fall asleep in each others arms.

Yeah, somethin' like that

 

[it_matters]

There is a small cabin just west of the divide – bear and deer prints in the fresh fall snow, maybe an elk or even a moose. A slow fire in the cook stove – sex on the floor in mid afternoon followed by a long walk in the chill autumn air. The gold of the aspen mingled with the green of the pine, my ladies hand warm in mine.

Okay, I wanted that mid-afternoon sex on the floor to be accompanied by brilliant winter sunlight coming through the window panes -- making this slow-moving blanket of warmth right there where we are. (S)he takes everything off and lies there in that sun, warm (almost hot!), soaking it in, and softening, and the muscles and skin opening up... and you are there, legs around or under or against that warm body, watching and moving your hands in and out of the shadows...

 

[it_matters]

Falling to the floor to make slow, blood boiling, toe curling love in front of the fireplace for hours and watching our shadows mimic us on the wall.

whooooa. those shadows on the wall, yow, I can see the film of every caress... and then, when the rhythm becomes more deliberate, more repetitive...

yikes! problem with imagination is it is all happening right there inside, but at the same time it is definitely NOT happening, no not happening At All!

 

[pleasteasme]

yikes! problem with imagination is it is all happening right there inside, but at the same time it is definitely NOT happening, no not happening At All!

I have a very active imagination ~ it keeps me sane

 

[Cathleen]

I have a very active imagination ~ it keeps me sane

HA - keeps you sane but can drive other insane, or at least drive them to the SF thread.

 

[pleasteasme]

HA - keeps you sane but can drive other insane, or at least drive them to the SF thread.

sane, insane....it's all a fine line, lol!!!

Ahhh, the lovely SF thread....you wanna talk insane..... LOL



My imagination gets the most action out of anyone I know!

 

[Slowlane]

Okay, I wanted that mid-afternoon sex on the floor to be accompanied by brilliant winter sunlight coming through the window panes -- making this slow-moving blanket of warmth right there where we are. (S)he takes everything off and lies there in that sun, warm (almost hot!), soaking it in, and softening, and the muscles and skin opening up... and you are there, legs around or under or against that warm body, watching and moving your hands in and out of the shadows...

LOL This is a romance thread – not hot sex. I’ll see what I can do though. I'm afraid I'm not a very good writer.

 

[it_matters]

LOL This is a romance thread – not hot sex. I’ll see what I can do though. I'm afraid I'm not a very good writer.

All right, but it's my thread, so Simons Says romance can lead to hot sex. Anyway, my reply was pretty soft-core wasn't it? Hope those censors don't pull a knife on me!

 

[it_matters]

Oops

All right, but it's my thread, so Simons Says romance can lead to hot sex. Anyway, my reply was pretty soft-core wasn't it? Hope those censors don't pull a knife on me!

So now we know what tyrants do to free speech...

Anybody have a great urban getaway in mind? A great international getaway? I think a fantasy vacation to a Literotica thread probably does not fit the bill...

How 'bout this: European train vacation (for us non-Europeans). Not only do you get to ka-chunk ka-chunk around the EU, taking in the wines, the cheeses, the art, the ruins, the languages, the leftovers of Roman Empire, and the Refuge of the Road, but you have the possibility of closing off your cabin and making love while the train is winding through the Alps... then walking off the train all steamy and satisfied, to find lunch in some little town somewhere. Yes, you can stop in B&Bs as often as you want. Let's call it a two-week vacation, to take in Venice, or Florence. Feast for all the senses!

 

[Guttergoddess]

I've always been partial to the beach..but then that's not really a vacation for me...though walking hand in hand along the sand, collecting the odd sea glass, pretty shells, and driftwood, staying at a B&B biking the boards....and of course falling into each others arms after a candlelit seafood dinner with plenty of champagne.

 

[montrealgirl]

Awww, I thought this one would REALLY be fun for the imaginative among us. No takers?

Here are my latest two faves:

Montreal or Quebec City Yes, a few hours' drive to Montrealgirl's stomping ground... great, great food, super arts, et un touche quebecoise (is a "touche" masculine or feminine? I guess to really be worth it, it should be both, eh ) . Nothing like a b&b with a big whirlpool bath, a bigger bed, maybe a well-placed mirror. Dinner out with a carry-in bottle of a good red wine -- not too much, 'cause you don't want that beautiful face and body to blur into the background. Oh, buy a CD of the current best seductive local artiste... There is nothing like making love, and then walking around a foreign town, checking out shops and galleries, with that buzz running through you like a live wire. Oh, yeah, and anticipating night #2...!

Just found this...looks like I don't need to get away afterall...I just need someone to come here!

Sounds just lovely indeed