Show and Tell

The instructions were quite simple. spell one paragraph describing your devotee and the unique warmth you have for them. When faced with that challenge, lot of people choose to just chicken out. Just the thought of expressing their emotions is uncomfortable for a great many mortal, especially if they've never thought too much about them before and especially if they have to save them down and share their feelings with the world. Others, convinced that the challenge is wanton, approach the project with an unworldly, cliché elbow grease. This particular challenge was neither about Hallmark poetry nor vulgarity. In order to accomplish this task, one has to be enounce, sincere, introspective, and in mite with their sensuality. Roger Gilford was all those things.

Ellen Ward, the adorable dame who was the object of Roger's warmness and desire stared at her phone, mildly amused and a bit confused at the cryptic, midday text she got from her lover."babe, we won !"

"That's wonderful, sweetie. What exactly did we win,"she responded ? In all of his hullabaloo, Roger had left out a few key point in his text. Actually, he'd left out all the details. He had entered them into a contest on www.AfroerotiK.com for an all disbursement paid trip to the beautiful island of Turks and Caicos for the foremost annual AfroerotiK sensualism and amour Retreat and his incoming was the achiever. Wanting it to be a surprise, he had kept the mystic, not surely of their fortune and wanting it to be a total surprise on the slight chance that they actually won. He picked up the phone and called her to fulfill her in on all the detail. There was just too much to share via text.

"There is but one soot black Goddess who completes me. I can merely gaze upon her naked, sleeping form and I'm humbled by her beauty, thanksgiving, and splendor. Her gentle external respiration is like music to my ears knowing that it was my sex that allowed her to vagabond off to such a heavenly, passive slumber. I know without a doubt that I was created for her and her for me. Her soft touch strokes me to hardness, her mouth envelops me and the effeminacy of her lips key joy on my difficult beam of light like I've never known before. The soft, brush up curvature of her chocolate ass is the sodding pillow for me to lay my weary head. In fact, her ass holds my gaze captive as she walks away from me and my essence aches until I know I will see her face again, the space between us only fueling our heat for one another. Her hard mammilla are like magnets for my back talk. It is most certainly her Henry Sweet, hot, wet, tight mall, that place between her ramification, which enslaves me and holds me captive. Her taste drive me insane with lust. It is her slippery, sticky, sweet succus that intoxicate me. She is my elysian compensate partner and it is most decidedly her delicious sex, piano and inviting, that surrounds me, envelops me and I can't help but unblock my very essence into the deepness of her soul."

Roger held his breathing place. He had never spoken the row he had written about Ellen aloud before and he waited anxiously for some response from her on the other end of the phone. Words stuck in her throat. Actually, teardrop formed in her eyes. She was beyond speechless that the man she loved so desperately, so completely would actually say anything like that, let alone secern the world that's how he felt about her. The fact that those word of honor had won a trip for them to an island paradise was secondary to the pure joy and love she felt at him sharing his prose with her.

Everything was set. Roger and Ellen were to fly to Miami with a short stop and head word off to the beautiful resort of Amanyara on the island of Providenciales in Turks and Caicos in the Brits West Indies. The full five day, four night trip was to be an experience in sensualism. fourteen other couples were going to be in attending as well. It was a clothing-optional weekend for swingers, exhibitionists, and couples who were looking to reignite the fires of mania in their lives.

From the minute they stepped understructure on the island, they were in awe of the shakiness of sensuality that seemed to riddle the very air. Everything seemed aphrodisiacal : the food, the lovesome sea urine, the scents, and the sound ; everything seemed to be pulsating with erotism. The White, warm sand beaches and tropic, loopy breeze were certainly a stark contrast to the drab winter weather of New Hampshire and represented the perfect getaway for the distich. The villa they were staying is was nothing less than remarkable. It was like something out of a dream. While they had their own bedroom, they shared the Villa with four former duad who were all attractive and sexy and looking to produce some noteworthy sensual memories themselves. There were chefs on hand to get to epicure meal night and day, a masseuse was on there at the mere snap of the fingers to rub away any latent hostility or stress one might possibly bear, and workshop, if you could call them that, were scheduled around the clock for yoke to research oral exam sex, reciprocal onanism, technique on tantric yoga, and multi-orgasmic sex. to a greater extent than workshops, they were opportunities for couples to have dotty, uninhibited, terrific sex in full eyeshot of anyone who wanted to watch. The intimate tension was so thickly it could be cut with a knife. Everywhere you looked, there were brown couples, comfortable with their gender, exploring each early in deliciously AfroerotiK ways.

Roger and Ellen were certainly to be included in those ranks. They didn't let too many opportunity to express their love and passion for one another in front of others go by. Because the Pancho Villa were so secluded on the island, they could have sex virtually anywhere their little affection desired. There were eternity pools, cabanas, and gorgeous white beaches all far from the prying center of mass uncomfortable with open displays of sensualness. There was a freedom there, an openness that was more liberating that just going to a swing club. At breakfast, Roger thought nothing of laying Ellen down on some pillows and placing exotic fruit all over her torso and eating it off seductively while others got into the scene and started pairing off and employing some of the Sami technique.

At night, there was no reason to close a sleeping room door. If they were having sex, anyone could number in and lookout man and float in and out at will. Everywhere you turned, people were having sex. mates stopped to check and before anyone knew what was going on, it would breathe in others to start making love right then and there. Everyone was comfortable exploring without fearfulness or shame. Sharing wasn't a prerequisite but it was certainly frowned upon either. And because AfroerotiK promotes such receptiveness, gender wasn't really an issue when it came to experiencing the sensuality of the retreat. womanhood were free to explore with other char as well as men experimenting and exploring with other men without guilt, shame, or fear. spouse could swap and bid others to unite them with the full noesis that all that mattered was delight, sensuality, and fun.

The final exam eve of the hideaway had a blow-out bash planned. The lilting rhythms of reggae and salsa euphony filled the air. Congas pounded out a driving, sensual beat in the scope. The fragrance of amazing nutrient filled the air and fruity drinks with incredibly unattackable, dark rum flowed freely. Everyone was dressed in their sexiest Caribbean attire ; the noblewoman more revealing, the men effortless yet stylishness. Ellen's slit had not stopped throbbing with prevision and lust for the entire four daylight they had been there and she was even to a greater extent aroused on their concluding night. She had been constantly wet and aroused and Roger had been second away from a full erecting at any given moment. collapsible shelter had been erected on the beach with billowing white sheer pall flowing in the moonlit night air. Round beds with satin sheets and down-filled pillows in epicurean colors of red, atomic number 79, saffron, and amber were placed strategically around. The stage was set for some serious fucking.

Everyone danced and ate and drank and socialized until the tension was at a frenzied high. Finally, needing to break the ice and get the real party started, Roger led Ellen to the very middle of the tent, the full synodic month lighting their way. Turning her back to him, he began kissing his way down her neck, causing her to throw her header back and revel in the aesthesis. His hands found her tit and cupped and massaged them through the sensual material of her apparel. He undid the association that held up her top and exposed her. The integral crowd circled around them, watching breathlessly. He began massaging her nipples and stroking and gently pulling them. The watching eyes of others, witnessing their dear and passionateness was enough to set Ellen on fire. She slid out of her attire and climbed seductively onto the bed. Others gathered around.

Roger slowly, methodically undid the button on his shirt and let his bloomers fall to the ground and stepped out of them. He positioned himself between her branch and decided to make a feast of her punany. Pushing her legs back, he softly licked and sucked her clit exactly the way she liked it. Ellen grabbed the spinal column of his header and held him there. She thrashed about on the bed, being sure to let everyone know just how much pleasure she was getting. If exhibitionism is about showing off your sexuality, Roger and Ellen were about taking it to the next level and telling everyone that came close, with their words and their bodies, that theirs was a connective born in love, not just lust. That was their chill. They wanted others to see how into each other they were. It was their gift to their onlooker. It was not just about showing off, it was about sharing the beauty of their love-making. And make love they did.

Roger licked, fingered, and sucked until his cherubic lady erotic love was ready to explode. Flooding his oral fissure with her Jehovah ambrosia she pulled him to her and they shared her bouquet in a candy kiss. She decided to acquire topic into her own paw. Repositioning herself, she climbed on top him and started licking and kissing her way down his body. Settling down comfortably, she took his rigor in her mouthpiece and used her mouth, lingua and lips to sensually drive him to the very edge of plosion. Her custody never stopped exploring his body, caressing his mulct, brown frame. He never stopped telling her how good it felt, what he wanted to do to her.

Glancing around, Ellen made eye impinging with a few of the other couples. They were staring in wonderment and in awe. Some had already gone off to the other bottom and started their own exploration into hedonism and pleasance but a few of the brace stayed to look out Roger and Ellen to the end. They climbed on the bed, they wanted to be close, to smell out the aroma and be a part of the experience. Turning around and climbing on top of her man, she placed Roger's dick at her pith and descended. He grabbed her pelvic arch and she placed her hands on his deep brown second joint and they collided together. salary increase and fall, she rode the waving of delight that filled her. Her juices were patent on his shaft and they glistened in the light. Her moan were tatty, more urgent. She wanted to make him cum and cum hard.

Flipping her over, Roger pushed her ramification back and began his masterful, skilled approach. He pumped his length and thickness inside her, painting her punany with pleasure. He drove in deeper, harder. She pulled him closer. Her legs wrapped around him tighter. Everyone was fucking now. In that moment, Ellen remembered the intelligence that landed them there, the winning Word she had memorized."It is most decidedly her delicious sex, soft and inviting, that surrounds me, envelops me and I can't help but release my very essence into the depths of her soul."hearing those watchword in her fountainhead, she surrendered to the intuitive feeling of ecstasy and delight. Roger was not far behind. He drove himself into her, recondite and harder still, needing her to cum and navigating his own orgasm to time it with hers. Their sassing met. Their breathing time became one. Their bodies collided with erotic intention and they yielded to the intensity of expiation shared only by two, witnessed by many. It was a magical trip, both literally and figuratively, for the lover who luxuriated in the magic of showing off their sexuality and expressing their love .