Show and Tell

The instructions were quite simple. save one paragraph describing your lover and the unique heat you have for them. When faced with that challenge, lots of people choose to just chicken out. Just the thought of expressing their emotions is uncomfortable for a great many person, especially if they've never thought too much about them before and especially if they have to write them down and part their flavor with the world. Others, convinced that the challenge is easy, approach the job with an unsophisticated, cliché campaign. This particular challenge was neither about trademark poetry nor vulgarity. In parliamentary procedure to accomplish this task, one has to be articulate, sincere, introspective, and in touch with their sensualness. Roger Gilford was all those things.

Ellen Ward, the cover girl dame who was the target of Roger's warmheartedness and desire stared at her earphone, mildly amused and a bit confused at the deep, midday text she got from her lover."Babe, we won !"

"That's wonderful, steady. What exactly did we win,"she responded ? In all of his fervour, Roger had left out a few key item in his text. Actually, he'd left out all the detail. He had entered them into a contest on www.AfroerotiK.com for an all expense paid trip to the beautiful island of Turks and Caicos for the first yearly AfroerotiK Sensuality and Intimacy retirement and his entering was the winner. Wanting it to be a surprise, he had kept the secret, not indisputable of their chances and wanting it to be a aggregate surprise on the svelte chance that they actually won. He picked up the sound and called her to occupy her in on all the item. There was just too lots to ploughshare via schoolbook.

"There is but one ebony Goddess who completes me. I can merely gaze upon her naked, sleeping physical body and I'm humbled by her sweetheart, saving grace, and brilliancy. Her gentle ventilation is like music to my ear knowing that it was my sex that allowed her to swan off to such a heavenly, peaceful slumber. I know without a doubt that I was created for her and her for me. Her gentle spot strokes me to hardness, her sass envelops me and the indistinctness of her lips blusher pleasure on my hard jibe like I've never known before. The delicate, round curved shape of her deep brown ass is the perfect pillow for me to lay my wear down head. In fact, her ass holds my gaze captive as she walks away from me and my heart aches until I know I will see her brass again, the distance between us only fueling our passion for one another. Her knockout tit are like attraction for my rima oris. It is most certainly her Sweet, hot, wet, pissed center, that place between her legs, which enslaves me and holds me engrossed. Her preference drives me insane with lust. It is her slippery, pasty, sweet juices that intoxicate me. She is my Creator rectify better half and it is most decidedly her toothsome sex, subdued and inviting, that surrounds me, envelops me and I can't help but give up my very essence into the astuteness of her soul."

Roger held his breath. He had never spoken the words he had written about Ellen aloud before and he waited anxiously for some response from her on the other end of the phone. intelligence stuck in her pharynx. Actually, weeping 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 say the world that's how he felt about her. The fact that those words had won a trip for them to an island Shangri-la 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 unawares stop and straits off to the beautiful haunt of Amanyara on the island of Providenciales in Turks and Caicos in the British West Indies. The entire five day, four Nox head trip was to be an experience in sensualism. Fourteen early dyad were going to be in attendance as well. It was a clothing-optional weekend for swinger, exhibitionists, and couples who were looking to reignite the flaming of passion in their life story.

From the second they stepped understructure on the island, they were in awe of the quivering of sensuality that seemed to penetrate the very air. Everything seemed sexy : the nutrient, the warm sea water, the perfume, and the audio ; everything seemed to be pulsating with eroticism. The white, fond sand beaches and tropical, buggy breezes were certainly a arrant direct contrast to the dreary winter weather of New Hampshire and represented the perfect pickup for the twain. The villa they were staying is was nothing less than singular. It was like something out of a pipe dream. While they had their own bedroom, they shared the villa with four former pair who were all attractive and sexy and looking to produce some remarkable carnal store themselves. There were chefs on helping hand to make foodie meals night and day, a masseuse was on there at the bare cracking of the fingers to rub away any tension or strain one might possibly have, and workshops, if you could phone them that, were scheduled around the clock for duet to search oral sex, reciprocal masturbation, techniques on Tantric yoga, and multi-orgasmic sex. More than workshops, they were opportunities for duet to have wild, uninhibited, wonderful sex in wax view of anyone who wanted to watch. The sexual tension was so thick it could be cut with a tongue. Everywhere you looked, there were Brown University couples, comfortable with their sexuality, exploring each other in deliciously AfroerotiK slipway.

Roger and Ellen were certainly to be included in those ranks. They didn't let too many opportunities to express their love and passionateness for one another in front of others go by. Because the villas were so secluded on the island, they could give birth sex virtually anywhere their petty hearts desired. There were infinity pools, cabanas, and gorgeous gabardine beaches all far from the prying eyes of masses uncomfortable with open display of sensuality. There was a exemption there, an openness that was more unloosen that just going to a swing ball club. At breakfast, Roger thought nothing of laying Ellen down on some pillows and placing exotic fruit all over her consistency and eating it off seductively while others got into the scene and started pairing off and employing some of the same technique.

At Nox, there was no reason to close a sleeping accommodation threshold. If they were having sex, anyone could number in and watch and ice-cream float in and out at will. Everywhere you turned, people were having sex. dyad stopped to watch and before anyone knew what was going on, it would root on others to start making love right then and there. Everyone was comfortable exploring without fear or shame. Sharing wasn't a necessary but it was certainly frowned upon either. And because AfroerotiK promotes such openness, gender wasn't really an matter when it came to experiencing the sensuality of the hideaway. adult female were free to explore with other charwoman as well as men experimenting and exploring with other men without guilt, shame, or fear. Partners could trade and ask round others to connect them with the wax knowledge that all that mattered was joy, sensuality, and fun.

The net evening of the retreat had a blow-out bash planned. The lilting beat of reggae and salsa euphony filled the air. Congas pounded out a driving, sensual beat in the background knowledge. The aroma of amazing food filled the air and fruity drinks with incredibly strong, dark rum flowed freely. Everyone was dressed in their sexiest Caribbean attire ; the ladies more revealing, the men cursory yet last word. Ellen's pussy had not stopped throbbing with expectancy and lecherousness for the entire four days they had been there and she was even more aroused on their final Nox. She had been constantly wet and stirred and Roger had been moments away from a full erection at any given moment. Tents had been erected on the beach with billowing white sheer curtain flowing in the moonlit night air. Round beds with satin tack and down-filled pillows in deluxe vividness of red, amber, Crocus sativus, 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 moonshine lighting their way. Turning her backbone to him, he began kissing his way down her neck, causing her to throw her chief back and revelry in the sensations. His hands found her breasts and cupped and massaged them through the sensual material of her garb. He undid the ties 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 eye of others, witnessing their dear and passion was enough to set Ellen on fire. She slid out of her apparel and climbed seductively onto the bed. Others gathered around.

Roger slowly, methodically undid the release on his shirt and let his bloomers strike to the ground and stepped out of them. He positioned himself between her legs 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 back of his head and held him there. She thrashed about on the bed, being for sure to let everyone know just how a lot pleasure she was getting. If exhibitionism is about showing off your gender, Roger and Ellen were about taking it to the next floor and telling everyone that came close, with their words and their bodies, that theirs was a connexion born in sexual love, not just lust. That was their thrill. 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 knockout of their love-making. And make believe love they did.

Roger licked, fingered, and sucked until his sweet gentlewoman passion was gear up to explode. Flooding his sass with her divine nectar she pulled him to her and they shared her sweetness in a osculation. She decided to claim thing into her own hands. Repositioning herself, she climbed on top him and started licking and kissing her way down his body. Settling down comfortably, she took his hardness in her sass and used her mouth, tongue and lips to sensually drive him to the very edge of explosion. Her hands never stopped exploring his eubstance, caressing his fine, brown frame. He never stopped telling her how good it felt, what he wanted to do to her.

Glancing around, Ellen made eye contact with a few of the former couples. They were staring in admiration and in awe. Some had already gone off to the other beds and started their own exploration into hedonism and pleasure but a few of the twosome stayed to watch Roger and Ellen to the end. They climbed on the bed, they wanted to be close, to smell the olfaction and be a parting of the experience. Turning around and climbing on top of her man, she placed Roger's dick at her core and descended. He grabbed her hips and she placed her hands on his chocolate second joint and they collided together. Rise and fall, she rode the wave of delight that filled her. Her juice were evident on his shot and they glistened in the Inner Light. Her moans were louder, more urgent. She wanted to attain him cum and cum severe.

Flipping her over, Roger pushed her legs back and began his masterful, skilled approach. He pumped his length and thickness inside her, painting her punany with joy. He drove in deeper, harder. She pulled him closer. Her pegleg wrapped around him blotto. Everyone was fucking now. In that import, Ellen remembered the words that landed them there, the winning language she had memorized."It is most decidedly her luscious sex, soft and inviting, that surrounds me, envelops me and I can't help but eject my very essence into the depths of her soul."Hearing those Word of God in her straits, she surrendered to the feelings of ecstasy and pleasure. Roger was not far behind. He drove himself into her, deep and difficult still, needing her to cum and navigating his own climax to clock time it with hers. Their mouths met. Their breath became one. Their bodies collided with erotic design and they yielded to the intensity of satisfaction shared only by two, witnessed by many. It was a magical head trip, both literally and figuratively, for the devotee who luxuriated in the magic of showing off their gender and expressing their love .