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.
Sitting on
the side of the bed, John chuckled, "Check this
out," as he switched on the beam to the flashlight he found on the nightstand.
"Think they're trying to tell us something?" As if brought on by his words, the
lights flickered and the picture on the TV set went to snow.
"Guess that's what we're in for, a snowy night,"
Ann acknowledged to the screen before she hit the off button on the
remote. She motioned to a pair of wall sconces holding candles. "Maybe we
should light them."
"If we need to," he said while swinging his legs onto
the bed and then under the covers. "We're fine for now." He reached to switch
off the bedlamp. A heavy gust of wind shook the building.
"Feel that?" she asked.
"Hard to tell whether it's the wind howling or a pack
of wolves." John pulled the thick down comforter
up to his neck and slid closer to Ann.
"Whoa, ice-cube feet," she yelped as she jerked her
legs back. "Keep those to yourself 'til they get warmed up."
He intentionally pulled her to him and wrapped his
legs around hers, placing his feet on her ankles and calves. "Oh,
Honey, warm me up. I'd do it for you."
"Oooh, they're so cold." Ann
squirmed to get away, but he had a firm hold on her. To loosen his control, she
slid her hand down his side, tickling as she went. When John
reacted slightly, she immediately ran her fingers to his lower stomach, causing
him to push off just enough for her to stretch her right leg out straight and
move her knee up between his legs, away from the icy feet. Feeling the warmth
there, she said, "Ohh, that's better."
John knew he was
stronger, knew he could maneuver to regain the upper hand, but he wasn't
stupid. The new warmth he encountered was much more to his liking. "Yeah, that
does feel better." He closed his thighs around her leg and arched his back so
her soft body was firmly tucked beside his. He bent his head down to nibble at
her shoulder.
"Ooo-oooh," she exhaled, "that gives me goose bumps.
Warm me up."
"Just what I was thinking. I like that new
red nightshirt," he said as he pushed it down and trailed his lips to her neck. His
right hand was around and under her shoulder. He moved his left hand up over
her stomach and to her breasts, gently rubbing under and then across them,
pausing to caress her nipples by slowly tracing around them.
"Oh, yeah, it's getting warmer," Ann whispered. "It's getting warmer."
"Sure is." John could
feel the heat welling up inside. He lowered his hand and ran it in a circular
motion around her stomach. He inhaled, fully expanding his chest in doing so,
and Obsession filled his nose. "That smell, ummm,
I like it so much," he breathed into her ear.
"Oh yeah, it's getting hotter, like the tropics." Her
hand, flat on his stomach, went lower, searching for his hot spot. "Hey,
Darling, what's going on down here?"
"Hurricane," he snickered.
"Feels more like a himicane," she shot back.
"It's sure not the South Pole," he replied. He
positioned the palm of his hand in her corresponding area,
"What's this? Pretty hot here."
"Might have to get rid of these covers pretty soon."
She moved her hand in a short kneading motion. "Feel the temperature rising?"
"That's not just the temperature, Honey."
John moved his hips back to allow for needed room.
"Wow," he said slowly, deeply, appreciatively, "that
feels soooo gooood." He rocked his head on her shoulder. His fingers gently
explored her desire. He felt her thighs relax, felt a wave of heat, felt her
lift her body.
"More."
And it was John's
pleasure to give her pleasure. With his body, with his mind, with his soul,
with everything he had learned about her likes, needs, and passion in the
20 years he had known her, he gave her everything she wanted, and
she did the same for him.
"More," Ann murmured.
More he gave, until she shuddered, "Enough." They had generated a heat only two
people in love can know, and the sweat it caused came from them freely and
purely and mingled together till they had to throw back the comforter to cool
off. "John, it's so good to be with you, to hold
you, to make love with you." She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. "I
feel the same way," he said taking a deep breath. "I do love you."
"And I you. I love to share your bed and sleep with you, to be warm with you."
"And to warm my cold feet?" John asked, smiling in the dark.
Ann replied as she snuggled into his arms, "To warm your cold feet."
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.
Sitting
on the side of the bed, John said, "Check this
out," as he switched on the beam to the flashlight he had found on the
nightstand. "Think they're trying to tell us something?" As if brought on by
his words, the lights flickered and the picture on the TV set went to snow.
"Guess that's what we're in for, a snowy night,"
Ann acknowledged to the screen before she hit the off button on the
remote. She motioned to a pair of wall sconces holding candles. "Maybe we
should light them."
"If we need to," he said while swinging his legs onto
the bed and then under the covers. "We're fine for now." He reached to switch
off the bed lamp. A heavy gust of wind shook the building.
"Feel that?" she asked. "This is an awesome storm.
It's hard to tell whether it's the wind howling or a
pack of wolves." John pulled the thick down
comforter up to his neck and slid closer to Ann .
"Whoa, ice-cube feet," she yelped as she jerked her
legs back. "Keep those to yourself until they get warmed up."
He intentionally pulled her to him and wrapped his
legs around hers, placing his feet on her ankles and calves. "Oh, Honey, warm
me up. I'd do it for you."
"Oooh, they're so cold." Ann
squirmed to get away, but he had a firm hold on her. To loosen his control, she
slid her hand down his side, tickling as she went. When John
reacted slightly, she immediately ran her fingers to his lower stomach, causing
him to push off just enough for her to stretch her right leg out straight and
move her knee up between his legs, away from the icy feet. Feeling the warmth
there, she said, "Ohh, that's better."
John knew he was
stronger, knew he could maneuver to regain the upper hand, but he wasn't
stupid. The new warmth he encountered was much more to his liking. "Yeah, that
does feel better." He closed his thighs around her leg and arched his back so
her soft body was firmly tucked beside his. He bent his head down to nibble at
her shoulder.
"Ooo-oooh, Darling" she exhaled, "that gives me goose
bumps. Warm me up."
"Just what I was thinking. I like that new
red nightshirt," he said as he pushed it down and trailed his lips
to her neck.
"Oh, yeah, it's getting warmer," Ann
whispered. "It's getting warmer."
"Sure is." John agreed.
He inhaled, fully expanding his chest, and Obsession
filled his nose. "That smell, ummm, I like it so much," he breathed into her
ear. "Might have to get rid of these covers pretty soon." Ann
said as she rubbed his back. "Your love covers me like a blanket, Darling."
John spoke softly. Again she noted how he could touch her with his
words, and she heaved a sigh. It had been quite a day. It looked like it would
be quite a night. "Your love makes me so warm," John went on. Ann thought to herself that this vacation
was turning out great. John was thinking the same. "John, it's so good to be with you, to hold you,
to make love with you." She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. His
lips met hers with the passion of a man in love. "I feel the same way," he said
taking a deep breath. "I do love you."
"And I you. I love to share your bed and
sleep with you, to be warm with you."
"And to warm my cold feet?"
John asked, smiling in the dark.
Ann replied
as she snuggled into his arms, "To warm your cold feet."