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.
John
took a step toward the bed and noticed a strange sensation under his foot.
Looking down, he was suddenly overcome with an uncontrollable urge. He reached
down, dug his hands into the stack of beads, lifted as many as he could, and
dropped them onto Ann.
"Hey, that's cold!" she shouted when she felt the first
bunch land on her midsection. But when she saw John
bend and pick up another handful, she knew there was no sense in protesting.
Instead, she drew the beads around her.
John picked up the whole
pile and placed it on her. Then he went to the other pile that they'd caught
during the afternoon and deposited those on her, also.
Ann rolled in them,
wrapped them around her arms, put them around her neck. She wiggled and shifted
in the heap of trinkets, pulling them over her breasts, positioning them on her
stomach, draping them over her hips and loins until they covered her private
parts completely. It was as if she wore a dress of beads, albeit one that, upon
close examination, showed more of her than it should. Moving her hips
provocatively, she cooed, "Is this what you wanted?'
From the exhibition John's
private parts were showing, the answer was all too obvious, but his playful
nature brought her to laughter when he took a strand of beads, wrapped it over
a few times, and placed it around his excitement. He rocked back on his heels
for effect, smiled broadly and said, "See a bit of treasure you'd like?"
"You are just too much," Ann
said through a guttural laugh. "Now get over here and find my treasure under
all these beads."
John nearly flew through
the air to land at her side, jostling the beads in the process. "Let's see.
What happens if I do this?" He slid his hand under the pile and moved it toward
her side. "Ah, yes," he proclaimed as he felt the smooth skin of her stomach.
"I think this is something good." He poked his finger up through the beads,
which caused Ann to slap at his hand and push a
bunch of the beads onto him. Once again she laughed and said, "What's that? A
little mouse sticking his head out?"
John raised his eyebrows
then raised his body. "Little? I'd say that is a pretty big mouse."
Ann took him into her
hand. "Yes, it is a big mouse, and I know just the place for him." She rolled
over onto him and straddled his hips, bringing their bodies into perfect unity.
Before John knew what was happening,
Ann was rocking her body, and his hazel
eyes were rolling back in his head.
The motion increased.
The beads moved this way and
that. Ann dipped her head and a strand danced
across John's chest. Another was clenched in
Ann's mouth and she unconsciously chewed on them as she ground her
body against his. The beads clicked, clacked and rattled, but the sound of
passion was louder, and amid the symbols of Mardi Gras, they made love like
they were giving it up for Lent.
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.
John
took a step toward the bed and noticed a strange sensation under his foot.
Looking down, he was suddenly overcome with an uncontrollable urge. He reached
down, dug his hands into the stack of beads, lifted as many as he could, and
dropped them onto Ann.
"Hey, that's cold!" she shouted when she felt the first
bunch land on her midsection. But when she saw John
bend and pick up another handful, she knew there was no sense in protesting.
Instead, she drew the beads around her.
John picked up the whole
pile and placed it on her. Then he went to the other pile that they'd caught
during the afternoon and deposited those on her, also.
Ann rolled in them,
wrapped them around her arms, put them around her neck. She wiggled and shifted
in the heap of trinkets, pulling them over her body, positioning them
strategically. It was as if she wore a dress of beads. "Is this what you
wanted?" she cooed.
John's playful nature
brought her to laughter when he took a strand of beads, wrapped it over a few
times, and placed it around his head. He rocked back on his heels for effect,
smiled broadly and did a little dance.
"You are just too much," Ann
said through a guttural laugh. "Now get over here and find my treasure under
all these beads."
John nearly flew through
the air to land at her side, jostling the beads in the process. "Let's see.
What happens if I do this?" He slid his hand under the pile and moved it toward
her side. "Ah, yes," he proclaimed as he felt the smooth skin of her shoulder.
"I think this is something good." He poked his finger up through the beads,
which caused Ann to slap at his hand and push a
bunch of the beads onto him. Once again she laughed.
Ann took his hand in hers
to pull him closer to her side. She rolled over toward him, bringing their
bodies into perfect alignment. Before John knew
what was happening, Ann was kissing him crazily.
His hazel eyes rolled back in his head.
The beads moved this way and that. Ann
dipped her head and a strand danced across John's
chest. The beads clicked, clacked and rattled, and amid the symbols of Mardi
Gras, they made love like they were giving it up for Lent.