My body felt soft, and moist from the ocean air blowing in from the window. The room smelled of musk, sandalwood, and assorted earthy tones from the candles that burned around the bed. He lay there next to me, sighing, expecting the same sex we had been having for a while, but tonight I felt different; sensual, alluring, and very sexy.
He excited me from the minute I met him, the Italian stallion! He had those bedroom eyes and was always fun to be around, did magic tricks, and talked to me about why men do certain things. The way he walked was enticing, and his smile was a ray of sunshine. He looked just like Al Pacino to me, and I thought I was in love. The correct term, lust, should have been used instead of love. I never knew Italians were such great lovers, at least the one I was living with was!
She clearly still cared about him. They had known each other for over twenty years, and he was married now while she was divorced, but none of that seemed to matter. Various events would come between them for a period of time, but those events would eventually die out and once again they would find each other.
It is impossible to estimate the number of rapes in this country over the period of a year because so many rape cases are not reported. This is a sad statistic because nobody should be the victim of a violent crime and yet be afraid to come forward for fear of being considered the perpetrator rather than the victim. But, it's a sad fact and there has to be a change.
eHer long, tan legs showed beneath the soft pink nightie she had chosen for her special night with her special guy, a guy she had been longing for with all her heart and soul. Beneath the black lace that adorned the top of the nightie, her well rounded breasts protruded from the top. She would be twenty two in a week, and was just beginning to have an appetite for men, a lot of men, sometimes more than one in a night. That was her favorite rush, to have at least three men in the same night. No needs were ever unmet when that happened.