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Last night she finally said it. We had crawled into her big luxurious bed at one minute past midnight… I was totally exhausted after a huge day. Woke up around 11, immediately started making love in the v-berth on my boat. Her body so receptive and healthy, plush with sexual availability to me… Pumping into her with my forearms and hands under her back, supporting and gripping her shoulders… Positioning her torso and hips to the perfect angle… Her legs yield wide open to me… My naked hardness frictions against her naked interior vault… Her head lolls on the pillow, ecstatic from our perfect connection… The moment so hot and sexy and NATURAL to me that I feel my seed welling up from deep within… So I pull out and splatter her stomach with a rorshak of cum… Her green gray saucer-eyes stare with loving desire and fulfillment, but she does not say anything about… Love… Seven days passed since our encounter with Modaddy, the Prince of Love. Her birthday had fallen on the Monday, and I gave her a LONG series of female ejaculations and G-Spot orgasms using the New Sex™ techniques, step-by-step for guaranteed effectiveness… Bringing her to peaks of puddling, cum-splashing ecstasy… Just as I KNEW I would… Because the New Sex™ Techniques work every time… But she still refrained from saying IT. In her house on Saturday I gave another huge series of ejaculations and New Sex™ passion, but still she held tight against any reference to the L-word. Then, after an intense lovemaking session Sunday morn, we got dressed for the gym and I put a dot of Modaddy’s secret formula on her right wrist, then rubbed it with my left wrist until it got hot. “What if a woman puts the potion on a man’s right wrist?” she asked me, quite the little joker. I said, “Don’t mess with Voodoo.” We had a good gym workout, then went back to my boat, lunched on raw oysters and steak with goat cheese and Perrier, then I worked on my engine and got it to start again after too many months lying dormant, and we moved my boat and entire life from my old marina to the new one. My legs were SORE. She massaged them during dinner, which as usual, we ate seated on the floor in the living room of her home… Beef and lamb and mussels with goat and Manchego cheeses, fresh basil, olive oil, and two varieties of imported olives… Cold Pinot Grigio… Then we went to bed and as we cuddled she batted her long beautiful eyelashes, I saw her make a mental decision to stop fighting against it… The potion and the techniques are much too strong… Even for her… The tough, battle-scarred, heart-hardened Hollywood executive… Looking into my eyes as we hold each other’s naked bodies, she softly speaks those words I’ve been so longing to hear: “You know I am in love with you.” [Tomorrow, the Conclusion] Have YOU tried New Sex™? |