WILD excerpt
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John crawled toward her, with a smile on his face and a gleam in his hazel eyes. "You're a very sexy woman when you're surrounded by currency," he said. He straddled Ann's body and quickly unbuttoned her blouse. Then he stuffed some of the bills into her bra.
"Is that a tip?" she asked demurely, "because I haven't done anything yet to earn it."
"Yet being the operative word," replied John.
Right on cue, Ann loosened his belt and unzipped his pants. She gently raised his shirt over his head, then, lightly pushing his shoulders, guided him to a prone position. Ann deftly removed his pants, and when he tried to reach for her, she took his hands and placed them by his side.
Seductively, she said, "Just relax and let me earn that tip."
Sitting cross-legged next to him on the bed, Ann slowly removed her blouse and then unclasped her bra. With little effort, the bra and the bills fell onto the bed and mingled there with the rest of the money.
"You are one gorgeous woman, and I'm one lucky man," said John.
Ann bent over and kissed his cheek, then his neck and continued kissing him in a path down his chest and to his waiting, wanting private region. There, amid his moans of contentment, she tasted him, and felt his manhood respond to the luscious sensation of delicate mouth against sensitive skin.
"Mmm," John murmured. "I think I should have left a larger tip." His hands still at his side, he grasped some of the money as waves of unbelievable pleasure flowed through his body. When he felt as if he would let loose, he sat up and reached for Ann, caressed her shoulders, and nuzzled his face in her bosom. Her smell, Obsession, made contact with his nose and set aflame his need for her.
Ann invited all of him into the welcoming core of her passion, and closed her blue eyes as he entered the realm of her desire. Together, they drifted into the land of fulfillment, and remained there while pleasurable sensations weaved into the fabric of their existence. Like a promise honored, they gave to each other in total intimacy, and were rewarded with the ultimate measure of sexual satisfaction.
Though in a dreamy state, Ann was cognizant enough to throw a handful of bills once again toward the ceiling. John did the same. The bills floated as if in slow motion, some landing on their glistening bodies.
"When people talk about using their money prudently, I doubt that they think about making love in it," said John.
"Well, we sure invested wisely," countered Ann.
MILD excerpt
All excerpts in this column are done in the "MILD" version. Examples of personalization are in pink, such as man's and woman's names, cologne, eye color, etc.
John
crawled toward her, with a smile on his face and a gleam in his
hazel eyes. "You're a very sexy woman when you're surrounded by
currency," he said. He pulled Ann's body close to
him, then stuffed some of the bills down her blouse.
"Is that a tip?" she asked demurely, "because I haven't done
anything yet to earn it."
"Yet being the operative word,"
replied John.
Ann hugged him tightly, loving
the feel of him close to her and inhaling his scent, Old
Spice. Then, she glently guided him to a prone position.
Seductively, she said, "Just relax and let me earn that tip."
Sitting cross-legged next to him on the bed,
Ann reached into her blouse and removed the bills, slowly, one at a
time, letting each fall onto the bed and mingle there with the rest of the
money.
"You are one gorgeous woman, and I'm one lucky man," said
John.
Ann bent over and kissed his
cheek, then his neck. She rubbed his arms.
"Mmm," John murmured. "I think I
should have left a larger tip."
His hands still at his side, he grasped some of the money as
waves of unbelievable pleasure flowed through his body. When he couldn't bear
any longer not to be touching her, he sat up and reached for Ann,
caressed her shoulders, and nuzzled his face to hers. Her smell,
Obsession, made contact with his nose and set aflame his need for
her.
Ann was ready for more. She
closed her blue eyes and tuned into the feelings
of desire. Together, they drifted into the land of fulfillment. Like a promise
honored, they gave to each other in total intimacy.
Though in a dreamy state, Ann was
cognizant enough to throw a handful of bills once again toward the ceiling.
John did the same. The bills floated as if in slow motion, some
landing on their prone bodies.
"When people talk about using their money prudently, I doubt
that they think about making love in it," said John.
"Well, we sure invested wisely," countered Ann.