All excerpts in this column are done in the "MILD" version. Examples of personalization are in pink, such as man's and woman's names, cologne, eye color, etc.
This Mild excerpt comes from Thomas Marcy’s Wild West Love Fest as the starring couple, Ann and John, are having a picnic that has taken a romantic twist in a pasture:
A cool breeze washed over Ann’s body, sending a shiver from the nape of her neck down to her toes.
John felt her quiver, then looked deeply into her sparkling blue eyes. “Are you cold, Hunny, or was it my sensuous touch that gave you goosebumps?”
“Both,” Ann responded, smiling. Her gaze drifted to the cloudless, bright blue summer sky.
“I’ll take that as a signal to go on,” John said.
Ann nodded. Her mind wandered. She was far away from Yorkville. The mountain meadow, with its swaying grasses, colorful wildflowers and majestic vistas, was the perfect place to make love to the man she’d grown to love over their 20 years together.
John ran his fingers through Ann’s beautiful blonde hair. Then he lightly stroked the petal-soft skin of her arms and neck.
Ann closed her eyes and fell into the magic of the moment.
John softly and adeptly leaned inward, landing butterfly kisses on her earlobes.
Her heart fluttered, and she registered the scent of Eternity as they embraced.
John’s excitement was also heightened by her signature fragrance, Obsession. Gently, barely touching, his lips warmed her skin and moved slowly down to the beckoning softness of her arched neck. His hand gently surveyed the curves of her shoulders and back. Right now he was a million miles away from here, from Wheeling Steel, from anything that dealt with the current world. He was in Ann’s world and totally enjoying it.
Ann’s senses heightened. The peaty aroma of the forest; the distant buzz of a bumble bee pollinating honeysuckle, the scent of which was just traceable in the air; the whistle of a mockingbird and the return call of its mate; a languid breeze wafting over her skin; the azure sky, the verdant forest, the hands of her lover's massage, imprinted bliss on her subconscious.
With heightened arousal, Ann pulled John closer. She wanted him here and now, but she was not going to squander this moment or rush her enchantment. She kissed his lips and heard him moan with delight. She knew her lover was ready to go on a loving journey with her. In a decisive yet tender move, she kissed him deeper and pulled him even closer.
He accepted her advance. If there was one thing John had learned in their 20 years together, whenever Ann decided to take charge, it was best to let her go.