How Erotic Are You??

[Lady Macbeth]

Back in college time, I had my girlfriend's roomie let me into her apartment on a day she had a large class schedule. I spent the afternoon starightening the place, cleaning it and doing her wash. When she arrived about 6pm I had a bubble bath ready with some wine and apples. I had placed candles throughout the apartment, had her favorite music playing and just let her soak in the tub for as long as she needed while I made dinner. Oh, I also had paid the roomie and her boyfriend to go out to dinner and a movie so we would have time alone.

Where were you when I needed a man??? if there is a Ms. Right with you right now; LUCKY GAL she is!

[Edited by Lady Macbeth on 01-17-2001 at 06:07 PM]

 

[Lady Macbeth]

with 274 views and 24(mine doesn't count)posts, i am beginning to think that romance and eroticism do not exist anymore. With the fact that this is an Adult area with raging hormones running about, i would think there would be just as many responses as there are people reading the post! Come on people!!!!! You can do better than that!

 

[Comshaw]

Mrs. Comshaw and i have had 30 v-days together. I'm not sure I can pin point the most erotic one. Can I include the rest of the year? Coming home with a hand full of wild Daisies and Sweet peas, "just because"....spending several month's hand carving a heart from a white stone just for her....Taking her for a drive and making love to her on a log at Ruby beach in the moon light....Reserving a room at the best motel in town, filling it with flowers and wine, then tricking her into going to it with a,"a friend is in town and I'd like to stop by and see him" ploy...a kiss on the back of the neck and a whispered,"you are a sexy woman, I want you"...laughing because she said she isn't young enough to be a biker chick, so I call her my tasty biker stewing hen...There are soooo many things that were and will be...

Comshaw

 

[CRaZy]

Hello Lady Macbeth. Imagine you being so romantic! I thought you were ruthless and power hungry and well, you know, all thost things.

Panadolboy is not the least bit romantic. He believes flowers are weeds which should be ripped up to grow big, sturdy, shady trees which fall on ya house in lightning storms (but let's not quibble). One Valentine's Day I was lying miserably in hospital. I received a delivery of a huge heart-shaped helium ballon which floated above my bed. It was very romantic because it was so out of character for him and I knew it meant how much he wanted me well again.

Even though he isn't romantic, he shows how much he cares in other ways. If he has to pick me up from somewhere, he is always early, HOURS early sometimes. Give me reliability over one romantic Valentines Day dinner any time.

 

[SimplySouthern]

BEWARE : Mushy post ahead

This doesn't count as erotic or romantic, but it is by far my best Valentine's Day memory.

Picture it...I'm in the 9th grade. This is where going steady on Valentine's Day is a huge deal. Who you are "going" with is overshadowed only by what he gets you for the occasion. I had THE boyfriend (or so I thought). Football team...cute as could be. He and I had been an item for all of 3 months so I was sure this was the real thing. On February 13, he calls me to tell me that we can no longer "go together" because Cindy (name changed to protect the innocent) and he have realized THEY should really be the ones together. (I found out later that she put out and I didn't). Crushed. I was devastated.

Not only had my boyfriend dumped me the day before Valentine's Day...but I would have no bouquet of flowers delivered to my classroom that day, thereby letting everyone know how really cool I was.

Third period. Just after lunch. I'm in French class conjugating a few verbs when the dreaded announcement arrives.

"Will the following students please come to the cafeteria?"

I listen with half an ear expecting to be shamed to death when all the other people in the room get up to pick up there flowers and I have to sit in silence and stare at the 4 walls branded a loser. What’s that? I hear my name called.

Oh...he must have already ordered the flowers and it was too late to cancel. I was sure he would either ask for them back to give to Cindy or people would know they were only "pity flowers". I trekked to the cafeteria to pick up this burdensome bouquet.


I walk into the room and give the woman at the first table my name. She smiles the brightest smile I have ever seen and says to me; "Someone sure loves you a lot." She points to a table across the room with the most gorgeous array of flowers I have ever seen. There are one dozen red roses in a vase with 6 huge balloons. A feeling of dread comes over me. Now I am sure he will ask for the flowers back. I o over and inspect the card, not sure of what to think. It is simply signed, "Your Secret Admirer".


You could have knocked me down with a feather. I floated back to my French class, my view obstructed with the monstrosity of flowers. Of course, everyone had to see my flowers and read the card. Who could it be? Who was her admirer? Who cared? I HAD FLOWERS!

Sorry for the long post...I'll get to the point. Who sent me the flowers? My daddy. My wonderful loving father who didn't want his little girl to go through one second of pain or rejection. Was I angry with him? How could I be? He saved me a day of despair and embarrassment. Do I miss him now? More than ever.

 

[Lady Macbeth]

Hello Lady Macbeth. Imagine you being so romantic! I thought you were ruthless and power hungry and well, you know, all thost things.

Panadolboy is not the least bit romantic. He believes flowers are weeds which should be ripped up to grow big, sturdy, shady trees which fall on ya house in lightning storms (but let's not quibble). One Valentine's Day I was lying miserably in hospital. I received a delivery of a huge heart-shaped helium ballon which floated above my bed. It was very romantic because it was so out of character for him and I knew it meant how much he wanted me well again.

Even though he isn't romantic, he shows how much he cares in other ways. If he has to pick me up from somewhere, he is always early, HOURS early sometimes. Give me reliability over one romantic Valentines Day dinner any time.

That may stand true for Shakespeare's Lady Macbeth, but as for me I am a very classy Romantic Lady! As for romance? Taking that extra step to show that someone you truly care is romantic no matter what it is that the person does. Being romantic just simply means you are showing that someone how much you really care! The guy that turns his favorite tv program off and gets into bed with his significant other even if it is to just cuddle and drift off to lullaby land is romantic in itself! It shows he truly does care!

 

[Lady Macbeth]

Re: BEWARE : Mushy post ahead

This doesn't count as erotic or romantic, but it is by far my best Valentine's Day memory.

Picture it...I'm in the 9th grade. This is where going steady on Valentine's Day is a huge deal. Who you are "going" with is overshadowed only by what he gets you for the occasion. I had THE boyfriend (or so I thought). Football team...cute as could be. He and I had been an item for all of 3 months so I was sure this was the real thing. On February 13, he calls me to tell me that we can no longer "go together" because Cindy (name changed to protect the innocent) and he have realized THEY should really be the ones together. (I found out later that she put out and I didn't). Crushed. I was devastated.

Not only had my boyfriend dumped me the day before Valentine's Day...but I would have no bouquet of flowers delivered to my classroom that day, thereby letting everyone know how really cool I was.









Third period. Just after lunch. I'm in French class conjugating a few verbs when the dreaded announcement arrives.

"Will the following students please come to the cafeteria?"

I listen with half an ear expecting to be shamed to death when all the other people in the room get up to pick up there flowers and I have to sit in silence and stare at the 4 walls branded a loser. What’s that? I hear my name called.

Oh...he must have already ordered the flowers and it was too late to cancel. I was sure he would either ask for them back to give to Cindy or people would know they were only "pity flowers". I trekked to the cafeteria to pick up this burdensome bouquet.


I walk into the room and give the woman at the first table my name. She smiles the brightest smile I have ever seen and says to me; "Someone sure loves you a lot." She points to a table across the room with the most gorgeous array of flowers I have ever seen. There are one dozen red roses in a vase with 6 huge balloons. A feeling of dread comes over me. Now I am sure he will ask for the flowers back. I o over and inspect the card, not sure of what to think. It is simply signed, "Your Secret Admirer".


You could have knocked me down with a feather. I floated back to my French class, my view obstructed with the monstrosity of flowers. Of course, everyone had to see my flowers and read the card. Who could it be? Who was her admirer? Who cared? I HAD FLOWERS!

Sorry for the long post...I'll get to the point. Who sent me the flowers? My daddy. My wonderful loving father who didn't want his little girl to go through one second of pain or rejection. Was I angry with him? How could I be? He saved me a day of despair and embarrassment. Do I miss him now? More than ever.

That wasn't Mushy!! That was beautiful and touching! WAY TO GO DAD!

 

[bulld]

The most romantic thing I ever did on V-day was buying my wife a dozen red roses and a single white rose. the white rose was placed in the middle of the arangement and the red roses were aranged all around it. I then showed up at her place of employment roses in tow (held behind my back until the apropriate moment) and surprised her with them ( the surprise came from the fact that I had never bought her flowers before that day). I know she liked them because she thanked me (horizontally) for two weeks after that and nine months later gave birth to our youngest.

 

[ericred50]

Well Lady Macbeth, I'm doing some research and still thinking, I will get back to you.

 

[SpecialK]

I have been a 'secret admirer' for various people on various occasions. Never for someone I actually ever wanted to have a relationship with. Once for my sister and her best friend because they were disappointed they didn't have dates for Valentine's Day. And once for a friend who had broken up with her boyfriend a few weeks before and was very depressed about the whole thing. The only problem with that one was she couldn't figure out who sent the flowers, asked a few of her many admirers to try and figure out who sent them.... well, one idiot took credit for sending them! The flowers I sent! When I finally confessed that I had sent them, she was a bit miffed at me that I hadn't admitted it earlier (she thought it was a very nice gesture on my part), but she was really pissed at the guy who said they were from him!

K

 

[ericred50]

So Lady Macbeth you did say erotic and not romantic did you not.

Erotic is pertaining to Love or prompted my love, Romantic is pertaining to romance. Romance is a tale or verse in a romance dialect; a tale of extra-ordinary adventures.

So it seems to me it is an erotic tale.

I remember when I was 21, I'd been introduced to Anne, a girl I had met whilst taking lessons , in Latin American ballroom dancing. You know cha chaa, bosinova, etc, she had an hour glass figure, was about size 10, long brown hair, big brown eyes, was 5ft 9in tall, long legs, I was in love with her. My parents had gone away on holiday, so this Saturday night, I had invited her round. I prepared myself, I'd bought some wine, and cheesy things on sticks. Made sure I had some relaxing Latin American music records vynil in those days. Went to the hairdressers, to get something for the weekend( expression used for "durex") I bought a full packet of 6. I was full of hope, I had a bath in my mums bubble bath, combed my hair and plastered it with Brylcream. At 7pm I met Anne at the bus stop, and walked back to our house, she looked gorgeous, made my heart beat faster, I stammered and blushed. I could not think of anything to say, my mouth dryed up, no words came out. She took my hand as we entered, I lead her into the living room, asked if she wanted a glass of wine, and I put a record on. We talked about dance steps, and then practised a few. Having her in my arms alone was was so unbelievable to me, the smell of her perfume,the way her hair shone and moved as she shook her head. I can still remember the moment, 40 years later.

I pulled her towards me, her face was next to mine, my lips touched hers, we kissed lips against lips, pressing to each other holding each other close. I could feel her breasts against my chest, my thigh was pressing against her thigh. My cock was rising, I moved my hips back, surely she must have felt me? My hands moved up and down her spine, she pressed herself in to me, I touched her breast, first the left and then the right. Still stood in the middle of the room kissing, I was asking myself, what do I do next. She held me close and kept kissing me back, (this is my lucky day I thought). My hand went to her bum, and I stroked up and down, pulling her dress up my hands moving up her legs, up to the target of my desires. The mound of heaven between her thighs, my hand moved up until I touched her panties.

She pulled back slapped my face, and told me that she was not that type of girl "what do you take me for" she said. I stammered,blushed, lost for words, felt rejected, miserable. I had blown it, she looked at me, and held my hand said she was sorry, but she was a virgin and would remain so until she was married.

We married 3 years later, and have now been together for 37 years, with one daughter. She is now size 20+, I still do not get any sex, but I do love her.

 

[teresafannin]

My sweetie & I are major romantics. His birthday is right after Valentine's Day, so we combine the 2. We try to do little things for each other all the time. He brings me flowers from his mother's garden or something for one of my collections. I will send him an email in the middle of the day, just to let him know I am thinking about him. Things like that mean so much. I don't know how erotic we are, it has been a long year & a half for us. I am starting to surprise him again, doing things like wearing really sexy undies, being naked when he comes to bed, things like that. I think that we are moving forward & regaining the wonderful intimacy that we used to have.


Dads can be the best. My dad did something similar for homecoming one year. My boyfriend had broken up with me, so I just knew I wouldn't have flowers for the game. My dad did the secret admirer thing & made the whole weekend special.