WILD excerpt
All excerpts in this column are done in the "WILD" version.
Examples of personalization are in pink, such as man's and woman's names,
cologne, eye color, etc.
This WILD excerpt takes place right after check-in while our couple are looking around their suite at Tar Heel Golf Resort:
They were awed by the sight of the beautiful, imposing Mallard bed, the prominent feature in the room. It was a dark-wood, four-poster bed with a matching wood canopy trimmed with heavy molding. The underside was upholstered with white fabric matching the soft white bedspread. “Wow, it looks fit for a king,” Ann said in awe.
“Then you can call me King John Smith,” John proclaimed as he flopped across the bed. “Woman, remove my shoes!”
“You are so funny,” Ann shot back. “Have you gone ahead and snuck something from the mini-bar?”
John wasn’t all that surprised at her response, but he decided he’d try a different tact. “Now I played along with your little fireplace dream. Can’t I make one up as well?”
“You are right, Darling, and we’ve agreed we’re here to have fun,” she answered. “King John Smith it is.”
John opened his hazel eyes wide to look at her, wondered if she would play the part of a Queen and refuse, or if she would acquiesce and assume the role of a servant.
Ann motioned at him with her index finger, moving it from side to side. “Just close those eyes.”
In the 20 years they had been together, John knew Ann well enough to know when he should just follow her direction. He closed his eyes.
Ann watched him and smiled. Her mind was whirring. Just look at him, all ready and waiting for what he hopes is a fulfilled fantasy. He is actually so cute, so willing, and he is always so unselfish when it comes to making me feel good. He did agree to come along on this trip even though he had severe reservations. She paused for a second to ponder whether to put her nose in the air and tell King John Smith that Queen Ann Smith, her royal highness, would not be ordered around, nor grant his wishes. She knew he was filled with anticipation, wondering what her next move would be, and by the swelling in his pants, she saw he was getting excited about the possibilities. To help herself get into the role, she curtsied and said, “As you wish, your majesty.”
John was elated at Ann’s response, and as she knelt to remove his shoes he felt excitement surging through him. He kept his eyes closed, afraid that if he opened them, she would stop. But she did not stop, . . . . .
With a twinkle in her blue eyes, Ann took his feet into her hands and massaged them. Seeing John’s impish expression, she bent forward and kissed his ankles, saying, “How’s that?”
“You know how to please your king.”
“Do you know how to please me?” she asked.
“I do. Woman, remove your clothing,” John ordered rolling onto his side to watch. He felt a thrill course through his body as Ann gave an affirmative nod and slowly pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her breasts covered only by her lacy hot-mama red bra. She dropped the shirt to the floor, ran her hands over her breasts and down her stomach to her belt.
John marveled at how she could seem even more beautiful to him now than when they first met. He loved her devilish smile, her blonde hair, her playful nature and her delightful body. He remembered that moment well, and now he reminded himself how lucky he was to have her in his life, and he yearned to touch the soft swell of skin hidden under her bra.
Ann looked directly into his hazel eyes as she stood up, kicked off her shoes and bent to slide her pants over the curve of her hips and step out of them. She could see how hot her movements were making him, and it gave her a thrill knowing she could make him feel that way.
John's excitement grew when he saw her mound through the thin fabric of her matching hot-mama red underwear. His desire swelled even more as she slowly straightened, her hands trailing up her legs, over her panties and stomach to land on the clasp of her bra. He was riveted by her penetrating gaze and poised confidence as the fabric parted to slide down her arms and land on the floor. She turned, and with a saucy wiggle of her derriere slowly lowered her panties to the floor and stepped out of them.
Ann turned back to John and waited. She knew what she wanted, but she chose to wait. After all, this was his fantasy.
MILD excerpt
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 takes place right after check-in while our couple are looking around their suite at Tar Heel Golf Resort:
They were awed by the sight of the beautiful, imposing Mallard bed, the prominent feature in the room. It was a dark-wood, four-poster bed with a matching wood canopy trimmed with heavy molding. The underside was upholstered with white fabric matching the soft white bedspread. “Wow, it looks fit for a king,” Ann said in awe.
“Then you can call me King John Smith,” John proclaimed as he flopped across the bed. “Woman, remove my shoes!”
“You are so funny,” Ann shot back. “Have you gone ahead and snuck something from the mini-bar?”
John wasn’t all that surprised at her response, but he decided he’d try a different tact. “Now I played along with your little fireplace dream. Can’t I make one up as well?”
“You are right, Darling, and we’ve agreed we’re here to have fun,” she answered. “King John Smith it is.”
John opened his hazel eyes wide to look at her, wondered if she would play the part of a Queen and refuse, or if she would acquiesce and assume the role of a servant.
Ann motioned at him with her index finger, moving it from side to side. “Just close those eyes.”
In the 20 years they had been together, John knew Ann well enough to know when he should just follow her direction. He closed his eyes.
Ann watched him and smiled. Her mind was whirring. Just look at him, all ready and waiting for what he hopes is a fulfilled fantasy. He is actually so cute, so willing, and he is always so unselfish when it comes to making me feel good. He did agree to come along on this trip even though he had severe reservations. She paused for a second to ponder whether to put her nose in the air and tell King John Smith that Queen Ann Smith, her royal highness, would not be ordered around, nor grant his wishes. She knew he was filled with anticipation, wondering what her next move would be, and she knew he was getting excited about the possibilities. To help herself get into the role, she curtsied and said, “As you wish, your majesty.”
John was elated at Ann’s response, and as she knelt to remove his shoes he felt excitement surging through him. He kept his eyes closed, afraid that if he opened them, she would stop. But she did not stop, . . . . .
With a twinkle in her blue eyes, Ann took his feet into her hands and massaged them. Seeing John’s impish expression, she bent forward and kissed his ankles, saying, “How’s that?”
“You know how to please your king.”
“Do you know how to please me?” she asked.
“I do. Woman, remove your clothing,” John ordered rolling onto his side to watch. He felt a thrill course through his body as Ann gave an affirmative nod and slowly pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her torso covered only by her lacy hot-mama red bra. She dropped the shirt to the floor.
John marveled at how she could seem even more beautiful to him now than when they first met. He loved her devilish smile, her blonde hair, her playful nature and her delightful body. He remembered that moment well, and now he reminded himself how lucky he was to have her in his life. She was so beautiful, and he yearned to touch her soft skin.
Ann looked directly into his hazel eyes as she stood up, kicked off her shoes and bent to slide her pants over the curve of her hips and step out of them. She could see how hot her movements were making him, and it gave her a thrill knowing she could make him feel that way.
John watched her seductively remove her clothes. He was riveted by her penetrating gaze and poised confidence as the final bit the fabric slid off of her and landed on the floor.
Ann smiled, looked at John and waited. She knew what she wanted, but she chose to wait. After all, this was his fantasy.