Stryder's house of romance

Romance it's very alive. Its just a lot of people don't know how to show it because they haven't been taught the meaning of romance or seen a prime example of it. The pictures that I see reminds me that romance is everywhere I just have to look for it. And knowing a little Italian never hurt either.
 
Romance it's very alive. Its just a lot of people don't know how to show it because they haven't been taught the meaning of romance or seen a prime example of it. The pictures that I see reminds me that romance is everywhere I just have to look for it. And knowing a little Italian never hurt either.
Thank you landiek. :)
 
I vividly remember the first time he kissed me, so fresh in my mind, as though it only happened mere moments ago. We had been watching a movie and my head rested on his shoulder. As the credits rolled, we sat in contented silence. I felt his head turn and I lifted my own. Truly, it was like slow motion. His lips just barely grazed mine and the whisper of his soft breath sent shivers down my spine. We savoured this limbo, this delicate teasing.

My lips parted to inhale his sweet breath and his tongue found mine. The kiss quickly deepened, a hunger awakened. His hands held my face as he took my bottom lip between his. My arms were around his shoulders, holding on, afraid it would end if I let go. I leaned back, pulling him with me until he was lying on top of me on the sofa. Our lips never parted.

Never have two bodies fit so well together. He was nestled comfortably between my legs, our arms wrapped tightly around each other. Our tongues danced, our hands roamed, our bodies writhed. And all the while, we were fully clothed.

When finally our lips parted and we reluctantly pried ourselves off each other, it felt like only minutes had passed. In reality, it was three hours. We both laughed and kissed again, sweetly this time, in parting.

I will never forget that kiss :kiss:
 
http://www.littlepalmisland.com/~/media/sleep/sleep_romantic_turndowns/thumbs/romantic_turndowns-richly_romantic%20jpg.ashx

When you’re ready to retire, the bungalow awaits with the soft glow of candle light. A richly romantic scene, set deliciously with a chilled bottle of Laurent Perrier, Demi Sec, accompanied by six perfect strawberries, covered sweetly in milk or dark chocolate.

The desire doesn’t end there. A decadent, hot, drawn bath for two awaits, infused and perfumed with bath salts and rose petals. A hand-picked massage oil is on hand for before and/or after fun. Tomorrow can wait.
 
I vividly remember the first time he kissed me, so fresh in my mind, as though it only happened mere moments ago. We had been watching a movie and my head rested on his shoulder. As the credits rolled, we sat in contented silence. I felt his head turn and I lifted my own. Truly, it was like slow motion. His lips just barely grazed mine and the whisper of his soft breath sent shivers down my spine. We savoured this limbo, this delicate teasing.

My lips parted to inhale his sweet breath and his tongue found mine. The kiss quickly deepened, a hunger awakened. His hands held my face as he took my bottom lip between his. My arms were around his shoulders, holding on, afraid it would end if I let go. I leaned back, pulling him with me until he was lying on top of me on the sofa. Our lips never parted.

Never have two bodies fit so well together. He was nestled comfortably between my legs, our arms wrapped tightly around each other. Our tongues danced, our hands roamed, our bodies writhed. And all the while, we were fully clothed.

When finally our lips parted and we reluctantly pried ourselves off each other, it felt like only minutes had passed. In reality, it was three hours. We both laughed and kissed again, sweetly this time, in parting.

I will never forget that kiss :kiss:
Very nice spicy. Thank you for sharing. :)
 
http://www.littlepalmisland.com/~/media/sleep/sleep_romantic_turndowns/thumbs/romantic_turndowns-richly_romantic%20jpg.ashx

When you’re ready to retire, the bungalow awaits with the soft glow of candle light. A richly romantic scene, set deliciously with a chilled bottle of Laurent Perrier, Demi Sec, accompanied by six perfect strawberries, covered sweetly in milk or dark chocolate.

The desire doesn’t end there. A decadent, hot, drawn bath for two awaits, infused and perfumed with bath salts and rose petals. A hand-picked massage oil is on hand for before and/or after fun. Tomorrow can wait.
Welcome jacktar. Quite a nice setting.
 
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