Romance vs. Raunch

[bashfull]

If I did tell you....would you hold it against me?

Very closely...tightly...enfolding...enwrapping...enveloping...

 

[Honey123]

Very closely...tightly...enfolding...enwrapping...enveloping...

devouring?

Ok..how about an exercise here...

Use this and type it 2 different ways...1 romantic...the other, well, duh, raunchy..

I will do the same..

Scenerio:

A man and a woman are stuck in an elevator ~

 

[bashfull]

devouring?

Ok..how about an exercise here...

Use this and type it 2 different ways...1 romantic...the other, well, duh, raunchy..

I will do the same..

Scenerio:

A man and a woman are stuck in an elevator ~

Two strangers, a man and a woman, enter an elevator together. He sets his Christmas packages carefully down and looks over at her long, flowing brown hair and smiles. She returns his smile with her eyes and a slight upturn of her lips. "Floor?" he asks. "Eighteen," she replies. Pressing the button, he becomes embarrassed at the how threadbear the sleeve of his overcoat has become. Certainly not the way to impress a lovely, elegant woman wearing diamonds. He sighs, and faces forward as the doors close. He attempts to sneak glimpses of her eyes framed by her hair as the elevator starts to rise.

The elevator jerks to a sudden halt. "Well, that's interesting," he mutters. "I hate elevators" she sighs. "I was stuck in one during an earthquake in California when I was younger. That's why I chose to move to the East Coast for college and for my career. I get scared everytiime I enter one," she says, wrapping her arms about herself.

"I'm sure it's going to be fine. It'll start up again in just a few minutes." He removes his overcoat and slides next to her. He can't help but notice how the nape of her neck melds onto her shoulders as he drapes his coat around her. "I know it's not what you are used to but it will help warm and comfort you." She smiles her thanks and takes a deep breath. "Thank you," she smiles, "It is very comforting. And at least I'm not in here alone."

The lights begin to blink...then fail to blink back on. A strong woman, her whimper of apprehension is barely audible. He pretends not to notice and places a comforting arm around her shoulder. "It's going to be just fine," he attempts to reassure her.

After several minutes, he notices her shivering and can't help but hear her tears. Feeling down on the floor, he finds the Christmas packages he brought for his co-workers. Finding the larger one he was seeking, he carefully unwraps it. Inside is an antique replica Hurricane lamp. A woman in his office mentioned she had been searching for this style for ages for her new house and he was excited when he found this while on vacation in Nags Head.

Grateful his father told him that a gentleman always carries a lighter, he pulls his Zippo from his trouser pocket and lights the flame. The elevator lights up. Noticing her tears in the mirrored doors, he plays with the wick size longer than necessary in order to give her time to compose herself. "There we go. Now we have light," he says. "It's lovely," she replies.

"Well, it looks like we might be in here for awhile. I say we make the best of it." She quirks up her eyebrow at this statement from him. "And just what do you have in mind?" she asks.

Blushing as he realises what his statement could have implied, he stammers out "I just meant that we should try to relax and get comfortable is all." He removes his suit jacket and lays it on the floor and then sits the lamp in one corner. Reaching down, he begins to open more packages. One contains a cheese and cracker gift which he places on his jacket. Another, a box of chocolates. Watching him, her mind is less focused on their situation. Soon, her body relaxes a little...not much but not as tense as before. A broad smile crosses her face and she shakes her head as he opens a wine and glass set. "You must have been a boyscout," she says. He can't help but note the slight humor in her voice as he opens the box, setting the two glasses beside the cheese and takes out his Swiss Army knife (another thing his father told him to always carry). He grins as he removes the cork. Taking the lead, he sit down and pours their wine. "Hope you like Cabernets," he winks. "As a matter of fact, I prefer them," she laughs as she joins him on the floor.

 

[sinnamongyrl]

I think its possible.Maybe its just me..but most guys that approach me like the raunchy and no romance.SOme women are the kinds you fuck,,,some are the kinds you love....BUt yeah,,,i am sure it is possible for a man to be both ways,,,,raunchy AND romantic

 

[bashfull]

I think its possible.Maybe its just me..but most guys that approach me like the raunchy and no romance.SOme women are the kinds you fuck,,,some are the kinds you love....BUt yeah,,,i am sure it is possible for a man to be both ways,,,,raunchy AND romantic

And a woman, as well. One thing I have noticed over the years is that men are often spurned when displaying romance...women either see it as insincere or scorn it.

 

[BeachGurl2]

Wow, I can see that in my spare time I'll have some reading to do. Want to read this thread through all the way.

Bash, you never cease to amaze me. I love the way you weave things together.

PS. Not all women feel that way about romance. Some women are equally romantic and dying to find someone to be romantic with. Too bad that both sides seem to attract the ones who don't appreciate it.

 

[Honey123]

And a woman, as well. One thing I have noticed over the years is that men are often spurned when displaying romance...women either see it as insincere or scorn it.

I have never scorned nor felt that if a man was being romantic it was insincere.

I would love to be romanced and not made to feel that I "asked" to be romanced.

I want to be left breathless...

and in bed, I want to be able to be as naughty as possible and not made to feel as if I am bad.

And I want to leave him breathless

 

[sinnamongyrl]

And a woman, as well. One thing I have noticed over the years is that men are often spurned when displaying romance...women either see it as insincere or scorn it.

i would NEVER spurn it,,,would like to have had it,,,,AND NEVER would be insincere about it.

 

[Mysticcal]

And a woman, as well. One thing I have noticed over the years is that men are often spurned when displaying romance...women either see it as insincere or scorn it.

Wow, it is awesome to see this thread come back to life

I have seen a couple of my gf's do this exact thing. They claim they want a senstive, caring, romantic, sexy guy. Then the guy opens up and allows them to see all of that, and they think he is weak, just giving them what they wanted, basically I think they don't trust it. I wonder if it comes from them actually not believing they deserve to be treated that well? And that leads to distrust of the guy, when it actually has nothing to do with him.

As for me, there is nothing more attractive than a man that can fullfill both desires for romance and raunch. And I like to return that in full measure.

One of my fondest memories of this was an awesome weekend a couple years ago with a very dear friend. He was the epitome of raunch and romance....walking in the rain, looking in store windows, soft conversation, having a quiet, intimate drink at the bar with teasing conversation, loving touches during the day....to being alone that night and letting all my raunchiest desires be named and fulfilled beyond my wildest dreams.

 

[BeachGurl2]

Been reading quite a bit of this thread and have formed some thoughts on the matter. Just my two cents, mind you, and a little personal information, so no yelling at me allowed.

I think first that romance is a two-way street. Bash, you have an early post about one-sided romance not being accepted, so it dies. This happened in my marriage. I would stick cards in his briefcase, send him little emails during the day, prepare his favorite meal when he was having a rough week, pick up all his favorite treats when I shopped, even drop by his classroom on his lunch break just to say hi or bring him something for lunch. One time I even sent him flowers. Always bought exactly what he said he wanted for birthdays or Christmas, usually spending a lot of time picking out exactly the right gift. I find these to be romantic gestures.

In return here's what I got. Never once was a card acknowledged. No thanks yous, no anything to even let me know he had seen the card. Ditto with emails. If they were returned, it was to ask me what was for dinner or to tell me that he had plans after work and would be late getting home (that's if he ever told me). As for the meals and treats, he came to expect them to always be there. Never said thanks for getting them for him. But if he wanted something and it wasn't available, he would ask how I could run out when I had just been the store. He got angry that I sent him flowers, that's why it only happened once. Only women get flowers.

My birthday is a national holiday. Pretty hard to forget, especially with two little girls reminding you. One year, about 2 years before I left him, we were on a houseboat trip with friends and came off the water on my birthday. The entire day, everyone on the boat was wishing me a happy birthday, chasing me away to relax if I was helping with the clean up. If he saw me sitting on deck, he'd yell at me that I wasn't a princess, get off my ass, yada yada. That night, my friends took me out to dinner, ordered a bottle of my favorite wine and bought cake and ice cream. Even when we finally went to bed that night, he still hadn't said "happy birthday" to me. Had not acknowledged it in any way. The next day as we were driving the 6 hour trip home, he turned to me in the truck and said, "I'm sorry I forgot your birthday." I never received another birthday card or gift from him after that until I divorced him. Ironic, don't you think?

So I guess my question going back to your earlier post about one-sided romance and trust is this: How can you trust that this kind of person actually does love you when your own gestures of love (romance) are not only ignored, but treated with scorn? How can you keep yourself from beginning to resent them and what they represent for you? How can you keep a straight face when you're dying inside because you know that what you have isn't real love?

I think romance takes whatever form you believe it should take - sure, it includes things like flowers and special dinners, candlelight, and pampering. But it also includes the little day to day things. For him to order out or start dinner when he knows I've had a really rough day is romantic to me. For him to turn off the tv and turn on music because he knows I hate tv is romantic. For me to sit through an entire basketball game for some teams I don't care about because I know he does is romantic. Breakfast in bed because he happened to get up before I did is romantic. I could go on forever.

To answer the original question of raunch vs. romance, though, I believe that in a full, honest, trusting relationship you can have both. No, I think you SHOULD have both. On both sides. I don't believe that romance should only come from a man to a woman. I think women are equally responsible for it. And any woman who expects romance without being willing to return the gesture isn't worthy of your time. An example of this that was shared with me recently could be something like this: Romantic dinner out, dancing at a sexy jazz club, lots of sensual touching, whispering, etc. You leave the club but can't wait a second longer. Deserted parking lot, bend her over the hood of the car, slide her panties aside, and fuck her senseless. Does the fact that the act was raunchy take anything away from the earlier romance or can it make the romance even greater? In my mind, I think that is what can make a relationship really great. Knowing that both are not only acceptable, but wanted, desired, by both partners.

Okay, off my soapbox. Sorry for taking over . . .

 

[funinsun160]

Been reading quite a bit of this thread and have formed some thoughts on the matter. Just my two cents, mind you, and a little personal information, so no yelling at me allowed.

I think first that romance is a two-way street. Bash, you have an early post about one-sided romance not being accepted, so it dies. This happened in my marriage. I would stick cards in his briefcase, send him little emails during the day, prepare his favorite meal when he was having a rough week, pick up all his favorite treats when I shopped, even drop by his classroom on his lunch break just to say hi or bring him something for lunch. One time I even sent him flowers. Always bought exactly what he said he wanted for birthdays or Christmas, usually spending a lot of time picking out exactly the right gift. I find these to be romantic gestures.

In return here's what I got. Never once was a card acknowledged. No thanks yous, no anything to even let me know he had seen the card. Ditto with emails. If they were returned, it was to ask me what was for dinner or to tell me that he had plans after work and would be late getting home (that's if he ever told me). As for the meals and treats, he came to expect them to always be there. Never said thanks for getting them for him. But if he wanted something and it wasn't available, he would ask how I could run out when I had just been the store. He got angry that I sent him flowers, that's why it only happened once. Only women get flowers.

My birthday is a national holiday. Pretty hard to forget, especially with two little girls reminding you. One year, about 2 years before I left him, we were on a houseboat trip with friends and came off the water on my birthday. The entire day, everyone on the boat was wishing me a happy birthday, chasing me away to relax if I was helping with the clean up. If he saw me sitting on deck, he'd yell at me that I wasn't a princess, get off my ass, yada yada. That night, my friends took me out to dinner, ordered a bottle of my favorite wine and bought cake and ice cream. Even when we finally went to bed that night, he still hadn't said "happy birthday" to me. Had not acknowledged it in any way. The next day as we were driving the 6 hour trip home, he turned to me in the truck and said, "I'm sorry I forgot your birthday." I never received another birthday card or gift from him after that until I divorced him. Ironic, don't you think?

So I guess my question going back to your earlier post about one-sided romance and trust is this: How can you trust that this kind of person actually does love you when your own gestures of love (romance) are not only ignored, but treated with scorn? How can you keep yourself from beginning to resent them and what they represent for you? How can you keep a straight face when you're dying inside because you know that what you have isn't real love?

I think romance takes whatever form you believe it should take - sure, it includes things like flowers and special dinners, candlelight, and pampering. But it also includes the little day to day things. For him to order out or start dinner when he knows I've had a really rough day is romantic to me. For him to turn off the tv and turn on music because he knows I hate tv is romantic. For me to sit through an entire basketball game for some teams I don't care about because I know he does is romantic. Breakfast in bed because he happened to get up before I did is romantic. I could go on forever.

To answer the original question of raunch vs. romance, though, I believe that in a full, honest, trusting relationship you can have both. No, I think you SHOULD have both. On both sides. I don't believe that romance should only come from a man to a woman. I think women are equally responsible for it. And any woman who expects romance without being willing to return the gesture isn't worthy of your time. An example of this that was shared with me recently could be something like this: Romantic dinner out, dancing at a sexy jazz club, lots of sensual touching, whispering, etc. You leave the club but can't wait a second longer. Deserted parking lot, bend her over the hood of the car, slide her panties aside, and fuck her senseless. Does the fact that the act was raunchy take anything away from the earlier romance or can it make the romance even greater? In my mind, I think that is what can make a relationship really great. Knowing that both are not only acceptable, but wanted, desired, by both partners.

Okay, off my soapbox. Sorry for taking over . . .

Excellent thread thoughtful ideas...
There can and should be a place where romance and raunch can come together,they often can be one and the same.
Is it possible in this society that we've come to treat romance with suspicsion? ("what does he/she want from me?", "probably just looking to get laid"," I'll only get hurt") etc.
Got to push past that,the glass is indeed "half full"

 

[va_angel2u]

Excellent thread thoughtful ideas...
There can and should be a place where romance and raunch can come together,they often can be one and the same.
Is it possible in this society that we've come to treat romance with suspicsion? ("what does he/she want from me?", "probably just looking to get laid"," I'll only get hurt") etc.
Got to push past that,the glass is indeed "half full"

I think you hit on the problem to a point. Like the post from Beachgirl. She was constantly giving, w/ no return, so that may make folks suspicious when someone DOES give back. They are not used to the return, so not sure how to act w/ it, or suspicious of it, etc. just my .02 worth.

 

[bashfull]

I have never scorned nor felt that if a man was being romantic it was insincere.

I would love to be romanced and not made to feel that I "asked" to be romanced.

I want to be left breathless...

and in bed, I want to be able to be as naughty as possible and not made to feel as if I am bad.

And I want to leave him breathless

Breathless...and free to express yourself...and accept his adoration...

 

[bashfull]

Wow, it is awesome to see this thread come back to life

I have seen a couple of my gf's do this exact thing. They claim they want a senstive, caring, romantic, sexy guy. Then the guy opens up and allows them to see all of that, and they think he is weak, just giving them what they wanted, basically I think they don't trust it. I wonder if it comes from them actually not believing they deserve to be treated that well? And that leads to distrust of the guy, when it actually has nothing to do with him.

As for me, there is nothing more attractive than a man that can fullfill both desires for romance and raunch. And I like to return that in full measure.

One of my fondest memories of this was an awesome weekend a couple years ago with a very dear friend. He was the epitome of raunch and romance....walking in the rain, looking in store windows, soft conversation, having a quiet, intimate drink at the bar with teasing conversation, loving touches during the day....to being alone that night and letting all my raunchiest desires be named and fulfilled beyond my wildest dreams.

Mysti! Howdy, darlin'! It is good to see this thread reawakened. Walking in the rain? touching? conversation...and raunch? Sounds like an incredible weekend.

 

[Honey123]

Turning his romance chapter 1 to raunch chapter 2

"Yes, they are green!" she laughed, accepting the glass of wine he handed her. As their fingers touched, she felt a tiny chill throughout her body and shivered. She wasn't sure if she was cold or the fact that she thought his brown eyes were beautiful or that his accent was quite sexy.

After two hours of enjoyable conversation and two bottles of wine, the phone finally worked. The mechanic indicated it would take a few hours more and not to worry if the elevator takes sudden drops.

"What?!" she exclaimed, her eyes filling with tears. Not again! she thought. "I really hate elevators!"

"It'll be ok. " he replied, pouring more wine into her glass and slipping an arm around her shoulder.

"Yes..just..." shaking her head, she took a large sip of wine. The hot liquid seared her throat and she began to cough, the contents of the wine spilling all over blouse.

"Oh No!" she exclaimed. "I am such a klutz!"

Instintively, he began to help her wipe the wine off her blouse, telling her not to worry that it's not as if anyone would see her at this moment. Realizing that she was not responding, he looked up at her, his hand frozen as it rested upon her left breast.

As if in slow motion, they moved toward each other, their lips touching. A kiss that tasted of wine, cheese and crackers. Her hands reaching up, drawing his head closer as his hand slid around her torso pulling her body to him.

"I'm wet." she whispered against his lips.

"Already?"

"No...I mean..well, the bottle of wine...look..."

As he pulled away from her, he noticed that the wine had fallen between her legs and her dress was now covered in red, cabernet.

"None of the presents are clothes." he laughed, shaking his head at her embarassment.

"Well, I could take them off." she said matter of factly. "but then when we're rescued, it may cause a scene."

Laughing, he removing his coat, he held it out to her. She was amazed at what a gentleman he was being to her, thinking that any other man would have made a lewd comment.

"It may not be the best of jackets, but, tell you what, you could remove your clothes and wear my jacket."

Without thinking she began to unbutton her shirt, shrugging out of out and letting it fall to the floor. Her hands unzipped her skirt and as she stepped out of it, she looked at him, suddenly realizing that she was standing before him in only her lace bra and g-string.

"Wow." he said looking at the vision before him. "You're positively lovely. It's a shame you'll be covered in my coat." He stood before her and drapped his coat over her shoulders, pulling the front to fit her snuggle inside.

She wasn't sure why she did it, but she leaned forward needing to have him kiss her again. She just knew that at this moment she wanted him desperately. As he moved against her, she became increasingly aware that he felt the same way. Pushing her against the wall, his knee separated her legs and he began to kiss her neck. Her arms reaching out and began to frantically unbutton his shirt, pulling it from his waist band, allowing her hands to come into contact with his warm body. The coat fell to the floor, exposing her body to him and for an instant she wondered if she looked as wanton as she felt and inwardly smiled.

Reaching out, she slid her hands around his body, pulling him closer. She felt his hands sliding down her legs. As he moved his hands upwards, she arched into his body, her tits pushing against his chest. He kissed her as his hands slid under around her ass, cupping the cheeks of her ass. She pushed her mound against him moaning as his hands moved over her firm flesh, caressing her.

His fingers slid over her thighs and over the front of her panties. As his thumbs pressed between her thighs, he could feel that her panties were soaked. He used his thumbs to explore her further, pressing against her slit, mashing her lips slightly, pressuring her clit. She spread her thighs and pressed her hips out to his fingers.

Slipping a finger inside, he began to massage her slit, stroking her. Moaning, she ran her hand up his thigh, stroking at his crotch. Moving her hand up, she frantically opened the zipper, pulling his pants open and letting them fall around his ankles.

He slipped his hands under the strings of her g-string sliding them down her hips. Slowly, she moved her hand so that she supported herself on the hands of the elevator walls as he manuvered her body so that he could push into her. His cock was in perfect position and she impaled herself on his rigid cock. She thrust her hips up and down on his shaft, driving it completely up into her cunt. He ground his cock deep into her body, plunging deep. Fucking her, pushing her against the wall.

Arching his hips, he thrust his cock up and felt her pussy contract around him. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she moaned, shouting to him to fuck her.

**this was done quickly...sorry if it's not as raunchy as I would have liked....I'll make changes....**

 

[bashfull]

Been reading quite a bit of this thread and have formed some thoughts on the matter. Just my two cents, mind you, and a little personal information, so no yelling at me allowed.

I think first that romance is a two-way street. Bash, you have an early post about one-sided romance not being accepted, so it dies. ~snip~

To answer the original question of raunch vs. romance, though, I believe that in a full, honest, trusting relationship you can have both. No, I think you SHOULD have both. On both sides. I don't believe that romance should only come from a man to a woman. I think women are equally responsible for it. And any woman who expects romance without being willing to return the gesture isn't worthy of your time. An example of this that was shared with me recently could be something like this: Romantic dinner out, dancing at a sexy jazz club, lots of sensual touching, whispering, etc. You leave the club but can't wait a second longer. Deserted parking lot, bend her over the hood of the car, slide her panties aside, and fuck her senseless. Does the fact that the act was raunchy take anything away from the earlier romance or can it make the romance even greater? In my mind, I think that is what can make a relationship really great. Knowing that both are not only acceptable, but wanted, desired, by both partners.

BG, thank you for sharing this with us, darlin'. You raise an excellent point...romance can be two-sided in it's giving and acceptance. As for me, I would love having someone appreciate being romanced, a woman who loves that I place her on a pedastel and adore her...woo her...court her everyday...

 

[Honey123]

Breathless...and free to express yourself...and accept his adoration...

I would love to accept his adoration.

 

[bashfull]

I think you hit on the problem to a point. Like the post from Beachgirl. She was constantly giving, w/ no return, so that may make folks suspicious when someone DOES give back. They are not used to the return, so not sure how to act w/ it, or suspicious of it, etc. just my .02 worth.

Angel! How ya' been, darlin'? Still bellydancin'? And you know your .02 is priceless, hon.

 

[bashfull]

"Yes, they are green!" she laughed, accepting the glass of wine he handed her. As their fingers touched, she felt a tiny chill throughout her body and shivered. She wasn't sure if she was cold or the fact that she thought his brown eyes were beautiful or that his accent was quite sexy.

After two hours of enjoyable conversation and two bottles of wine, the phone finally worked. The mechanic indicated it would take a few hours more and not to worry if the elevator takes sudden drops.

"What?!" she exclaimed, her eyes filling with tears. Not again! she thought. "I really hate elevators!"

"It'll be ok. " he replied, pouring more wine into her glass and slipping an arm around her shoulder.

"Yes..just..." shaking her head, she took a large sip of wine. The hot liquid seared her throat and she began to cough, the contents of the wine spilling all over blouse.

"Oh No!" she exclaimed. "I am such a klutz!"

Instintively, he began to help her wipe the wine off her blouse, telling her not to worry that it's not as if anyone would see her at this moment. Realizing that she was not responding, he looked up at her, his hand frozen as it rested upon her left breast.

As if in slow motion, they moved toward each other, their lips touching. A kiss that tasted of wine, cheese and crackers. Her hands reaching up, drawing his head closer as his hand slid around her torso pulling her body to him.

"I'm wet." she whispered against his lips.

"Already?"

"No...I mean..well, the bottle of wine...look..."

As he pulled away from her, he noticed that the wine had fallen between her legs and her dress was now covered in red, cabernet.

"None of the presents are clothes." he laughed, shaking his head at her embarassment.

"Well, I could take them off." she said matter of factly. "but then when we're rescued, it may cause a scene."

Laughing, he removing his coat, he held it out to her. She was amazed at what a gentleman he was being to her, thinking that any other man would have made a lewd comment.

"It may not be the best of jackets, but, tell you what, you could remove your clothes and wear my jacket."

Without thinking she began to unbutton her shirt, shrugging out of out and letting it fall to the floor. Her hands unzipped her skirt and as she stepped out of it, she looked at him, suddenly realizing that she was standing before him in only her lace bra and g-string.

"Wow." he said looking at the vision before him. "You're positively lovely. It's a shame you'll be covered in my coat." He stood before her and drapped his coat over her shoulders, pulling the front to fit her snuggle inside.

She wasn't sure why she did it, but she leaned forward needing to have him kiss her again. She just knew that at this moment she wanted him desperately. As he moved against her, she became increasingly aware that he felt the same way. Pushing her against the wall, his knee separated her legs and he began to kiss her neck. Her arms reaching out and began to frantically unbutton his shirt, pulling it from his waist band, allowing her hands to come into contact with his warm body. The coat fell to the floor, exposing her body to him and for an instant she wondered if she looked as wanton as she felt and inwardly smiled.

Reaching out, she slid her hands around his body, pulling him closer. She felt his hands sliding down her legs. As he moved his hands upwards, she arched into his body, her tits pushing against his chest. He kissed her as his hands slid under around her ass, cupping the cheeks of her ass. She pushed her mound against him moaning as his hands moved over her firm flesh, caressing her.

His fingers slid over her thighs and over the front of her panties. As his thumbs pressed between her thighs, he could feel that her panties were soaked. He used his thumbs to explore her further, pressing against her slit, mashing her lips slightly, pressuring her clit. She spread her thighs and pressed her hips out to his fingers.

Slipping a finger inside, he began to massage her slit, stroking her. Moaning, she ran her hand up his thigh, stroking at his crotch. Moving her hand up, she frantically opened the zipper, pulling his pants open and letting them fall around his ankles.

He slipped his hands under the strings of her g-string sliding them down her hips. Slowly, she moved her hand so that she supported herself on the hands of the elevator walls as he manuvered her body so that he could push into her. His cock was in perfect position and she impaled herself on his rigid cock. She thrust her hips up and down on his shaft, driving it completely up into her cunt. He ground his cock deep into her body, plunging deep. Fucking her, pushing her against the wall.

Arching his hips, he thrust his cock up and felt her pussy contract around him. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she moaned, shouting to him to fuck her.

**this was done quickly...sorry if it's not as raunchy as I would have liked....I'll make changes....**

Wow...I bow to your skills, darlin'. <<bows deeply>> Excellent continuation of the story.

 

[Honey123]

Wow...I bow to your skills, darlin'. <<bows deeply>> Excellent continuation of the story.

Will you do a chapter 3 ~ unless you'd like to give someone else a change at it? Could continue with raunch in a man's sense...and then I can take the romance in chapter 4...'sup to you

 

[bashfull]

i would NEVER spurn it,,,would like to have had it,,,,AND NEVER would be insincere about it.

Sinn...but would you let him know you appreciate it?

 

[bashfull]

Will you do a chapter 3 ~ unless you'd like to give someone else a change at it? Could continue with raunch in a man's sense...and then I can take the romance in chapter 4...'sup to you

Well, let's see if anyone volunteers for Chapter 3. And I want you to do Chapter 4 romance.

 

[Honey123]

Well, let's see if anyone volunteers for Chapter 3. And I want you to do Chapter 4 romance.

Really? Why? (As to the romance chapter)

 

[bashfull]

Really? Why? (As to the romance chapter)

Either chapter 4 for you...or for you to write chapter 1 from the woman's perspective of the events.

 

[Honey123]

Either chapter 4 for you...or for you to write chapter 1 from the woman's perspective of the events.

Well, there are some wonderful people on this thread that may want to give it a go...I'll wait.

But again, thank you for commenting about my chapter.