WILD excerpt
All excerpts in this column are done in the "WILD" version. Examples of personalization are in pink, such as man's and woman's names, cologne, eye color, etc.
"How'd you know about this?" Ann asked.
"Did a little exploring when I was unloading. Nice, isn't it?"
Scanning the area quickly, she said, "Sure is, and that looks even
nicer." Her eyes were directed at a hammock that hung at the far end of
the porch. "Take me there. Take me, Sweet Baby, take me."
Speeding to the command, he said, "My thoughts exactly." In a swift
movement, he half-flung her into the roping and kicked off his shoes to
follow. "Now for the evening news." He snuggled beside her and hungrily
pressed his mouth to hers. His right hand slid under her cotton top and
smoothed its way along her side up the velvety softness of skin.
"Oh," she moaned as she raised her left hand up to grab the knotted
edge of the now swaying cradle. The sun had fallen in the sky so it was
full on them. She felt it warming her legs and neck. She eased her body
closer to his, feeling a different type of heat waiting there. She was
on her back and he on his side. His left arm was her pillow, and the
other her comforter. His being made her forget all disappointment.
Pushing his body against hers, John
lightly ran the fingers of his right hand along her bra. He gently moved
them upward so he might take her full breast in his grasp through the
material. With his left hand he gingerly stroked her neck and the blonde
hairs on her nape. His lips brushed her cheek as he let more of the
weight of his arm and hand press against her torso. He spoke softly,
"And this evening's lead story, ‘No bombings, no robberies, no car
accidents, no wars. Just Ann Bookster and John Bookster making love in a hammock on the Outer Banks.'"
She smiled and put her lips to his forehead, kissing it and then
saying, "Hush, no talk right now. Let's enjoy this wonderful moment."
Instantaneously she heard the catch on her bra pop, and before she could
react, he had brushed the cloth cups to the side and was caressing the
full of her chest sending both nipples to a state of arousal. "Ah," she
murmured as she felt her entire body loosen, all soreness and tension
leave her, felt the warmth of the sun and her lover flow over her like
heat from an oven. His hand and forearm became a tingly force of energy
filling her with passion.
John too was feeling the stress float away. The recent pressure he'd been under at Wheeling Steel,
the drive down, the letdown of seeing the cottage, none of that
mattered now. As he lifted his right leg over hers, running it over her
sun-warmed thighs, he sensed only a sudden flash up his spine that
nearly sent his mind aflame. He tightly closed his eyes and rolled his
head from side to side in appreciation.
Her fingers had found the buttons on his shirt and deftly began to
undo them. His followed suit. When both garments were opened, Ann and John
nearly flung themselves together. Both their bodies were filmed with
perspiration, and it facilitated the rubbing of their chests together.
"You're hot," he said huskily. He kissed her deeply, running his tongue
in and out of her mouth.
He pushed back her top. From there he trailed his lips down her
chin, her neck, across her left shoulder, and to her breasts. The scent
of Obsession mixed with the salty dew brought on by the day was driving him crazy. Rolling slightly backward and with Ann's
help, he tugged off his shirt. In a flash, his mouth was ardently
suckling her right breast; his right hand ran back and forth across her
stomach, his little finger slipping inside the edge of her shorts.
That feels so good," she breathed into his ear. With her left hand she stroked his black hair. Her right arm was stretched along her side and ran along John's
body. Her fingers were against his bare thigh, and she began to move
them upward, tucking them inside the pant's leg of his shorts, curling
them back and forth.
"So does that," John assured her before
attending to the other side of her torso. His hand moved lower, now
focusing on the delicate silkiness of her thighs. At his slight
pressure, they spread to accept his caress. She arched upward. With the
palm of his hand he massaged downward.
Her right hand tugged at the leg of his shorts. Knowing what she
wanted, he undid his shorts and took them off. She was a mirror image,
matching his motions yet going the next step by peeling off her red panties.
"Oh my, oh my," his breath panted the words. She was now helping him
with his nudity. "You are so beautiful," he told her. "I want you so
bad."
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.
“How'd you know about this?" Ann asked.
“Did a little exploring when I was unloading. Nice, isn't it?"
Scanning the area quickly, she said, “Sure is, and that looks even
nicer." Her eyes were directed at a hammock that hung at the far end of
the porch. “Take me there. Take me, Sweet Baby, take me."
Speeding to the command, he said, “My thoughts exactly." In a swift
movement, he half-flung her into the roping and kicked off his shoes to
follow. “Now for the evening news." He snuggled beside her and hungrily
pressed his mouth to hers. His right hand slid under her cotton top and
smoothed its way along her side up the velvety softness of skin.
“Oh," she moaned as she raised her left hand up to grab the knotted
edge of the now swaying cradle. The sun had fallen in the sky so it was
full on them. She felt it warming her legs and neck. She eased her body
closer to his. She was on her back and he on his side. His left arm was
her pillow, and the other her comforter. His being made her forget all
disappointment.
Pushing his body against hers, John lightly ran the fingers of his right hand along her side. With his left hand he gingerly stroked her neck and the blonde
hairs on her nape. His lips brushed her cheek as he let more of the
weight of his arm and hand press against her. He spoke softly, “And this
evening's lead story, ‘No bombings, no robberies, no car accidents, no
wars. Just Ann Bookster and John Bookster making love in a hammock on the Outer Banks.'"
She smiled and put her lips to his forehead, kissing it and then
saying, “Hush, no talk right now. Let's enjoy this wonderful moment."
John wrapped his arms around her, hugged her, kissed her waiting lips.
"Ah," she murmured as she felt her entire body loosen, all soreness
and tension leave her, felt the warmth of the sun and her lover flow
over her like heat from an oven. His hand and forearm became a tingly
force of energy filling her with passion.
John too was feeling the stress float away. The recent pressure he'd been under at Wheeling Steel,
the drive down, the let-down of seeing the cottage, none of that
mattered now. As he lifted his right leg over hers, running it over her
sun-warmed thighs, he sensed only a sudden flash up his spine that
nearly sent his mind aflame. He tightly closed his eyes and rolled his
head from side to side in appreciation.
Her fingers had found the buttons on his shirt and deftly began to undo them.
His followed suit.
When both garments were opened, Ann and John nearly flung themselves together.
“You're hot," he said huskily. He kissed her again and trailed his
lips down her chin, her neck, and across to her left shoulder. The scent
of Obsession mixed with the salty dew brought on by the day was driving him crazy.
With a sense of urgency, they eagerly helped each other disrobe. A
slight breeze came off the sound. The hammock was their cradle, their
cradle of love.
“That feels so good," she breathed into his ear. With her left hand she stroked his black hair. Her right arm was stretched along her side and ran along John's body. She ran the fingernails of her left hand over his bare back.
“So does that," John assured her, adding as he held her tight, “You are so beautiful. I love you so much."
“Oh, Sweet Baby," she cooed, “I love you too."