Many years ago I started a relationship with a man and I will call him
Paul, he was handsome and stood approximately 6’1”, dark haired with a Bruce Lee physique “not bad” your thinking!
One afternoon a kiss happened like no other, it was long and gentle, passionate and sexy. His tongue rolled across my bottom lip as light as a feather, then our tongues engaged and our fate had become sealed.
The spark of chemistry we had was ignited and before long it becomes a raging inferno as we tears and pull at each other’s clothes. The passion is intense and in no time we are laying on the floor naked. My body is hot and trembling with desire and the wanting… “oh, I remember the wanting!”
Paul nuzzles my neck and traces the curves of my body with the tips of his fingers, slowly and softly as if he was using a feather. It’s electrifying! I’m on a path of no return we’re boundaries don’t exist and I can see in his eyes he’s right there with me! We kiss and embrace a little more and my fingers slide down through the peaks and troughs of his beautifully sculpted body.
“Don’t move” he whispers “I will only be back in a second” ok I reply…
On his return to the floor where I’m waiting, I notice he has something in his hand but I can’t quite make it out? Instantly he’s back on the floor with me and we are right back in the throws of passion where imagination takes hold and on the road to adventure when suddenly I hear a sound and feel an ice cold substance on my body.
I gasp at the coldness, It feels strange and different but exciting. I open my eyes to discover he’s grabbed a can of squirting cream from the fridge and continues to cover my body. After slowly rubbing the mountain of cream into my body his tongue travels from my tummy up to my lips where he continues to kiss me as he lowers himself down on me.
We cuddle and squirm together for a while which seemed like ages but in reality was probably only a few minutes.Then all of a sudden we both stop and look at each other very pensively, we can’t contain ourselves any longer and together we shriek OMG what’s that smell? It’s putrid I scream! The stench is getting stronger it’s grabbing the back of our throats, it’s taken our noses hostage…then we realise it’s the squirting cream, it had turned sour with the heat of our bodies.
Talk about killing the moment! We just couldn’t get the cream off us quick enough… As you can imagine we never did get that moment back lol
As I’ve taken this trip down memory lane writing you this short true story I have smiled and had a chuckle to myself. So in the throws of passion what ever you do, do NOT use squirting cream for fun…you will certainly live to regret it.
Sue x
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