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."