picnic basket you have on your...
large satchel you're carrying? As if on cue he pulled out a veritable feast, a loaf of crusty french bread, pate, olives and a lovely bottle of....
white zinfadel. Of course, he sent to New York for that, wanting a different experience in wine. Now, let me show you my...
corkscrew he said and he pulled it out. It was made of solid platinum and shone like the
sweat on a sumo wrestler's
buttocks in the arc lights which...
reflect a sense of undulating moonshine rythm to the echo....
of distant drums. He very slowly opened the wine and poured even more slowly. Handing her the glass, he
smiled, his eyes finding beauty in her sadness, and a desire boiling to taste her womanly charms.
charms, which defined her overall self. Giving it her best warmth, she snuggled near and began to sip the
sweet nectar, bringing her a strange sense of calm and well-being which was enhanced by
the beauty her body sensed was about to happen, he walked towards her and
took her in his arms. She seemed to melt against him, yielding softly, as if making the decision to do what her heart had been leading her to do since she had imbibed almost the entire bottle of White Zinfandel. He reacted instinctively and as his lips sought hers, his only thoughts were....
thank God she is light, I shall carry her up the stairs with ease, and once
we make it up the stairs, I only hope I still have the energy to...
do what's in my heart. Once he reached the landing he hesitated. Doubt creeped into his hormone-powered brain. Questions whirled through his head at lightning speed. 'If I give in now, will she think I am easy?' 'Does sex equal love?' He was frozen in confusion until-
he threw caution and consideration to the wind, he lay her on the large bed and kissed her gently but meaningful, as his hand slid across her
stomach - but she tensed suddenly - tasting - what was that vile taste - tobacco on his lips and tongue. She withdrew her face hastily and wiping her hand across her mouth, asked him please to brush his teeth and rinse his mouth with mouthwash. She would be waiting considering her next move when he returned. He slowly rose from the bed and
He did no such thing, he had already taken the precaution of masking his habit, and his hand gently unfastened the pearly buttons which held her blouse so tightly to her heaving busom.
His hand brushed her soft, warm skin and her body rose to meet his as he
