Sad_Girl
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Damn but I'm seriously addicted to this place !
I haven't either. Not one of them. It's a source of pride to me.FlyYourKite said:I've never seen any of the Star Wars movies.
Sad_Girl said:Damn but I'm seriously addicted to this place !
daygloeyes2 said:I hope I can. This year's trip was to Italy, and I wish I had gone.
I went to London and Paris 7 years ago. And my mother has talked about possibly going to Ireland this summer.
VintagePunk said:
Sarah's (next year) is Italy, Spain and France.
I can see that..... God Bless you for itSad_Girl said:I have a very vivid imagination ... it can be a lot of fun at times
Sad_Girl said:
You’ve been lounging in the little private cove for a while now,
listening to the sound of the waves and the sea birds calling. Just you, a beach blanket and time to think about him. He’ll be here tonight; dressed to kill and looking even sexier than usual. But your mind is less concerned with the before than it is with the after. You let your mind wander, thinking about what the end of the night will bring.
Suddenly, you notice a shadow as it sweeps over your face and falls on the beach in front of you. You follow the shadow to it’s source and your breath catches in your throat.
“I’m early.” He says with that roguish smirk. “I couldn’t wait any longer.” You think about your own eagerness to get on with the night and blush as you look up at him, your eyes shaded with one hand.
“You’re a little overdressed for the beach.” You tell him playfully, and that smirk broadens into a full out grin. That grin that makes a knot form deep in your stomach and makes your nerve’s tingle. He doesn’t even say a word, simply slips easily out of his shirt. Your heart is racing at the sight. You want desperately to touch that chest, run your tongue up from his belly button to his neck, suck on that skin until it’s pink and he’s moaning your name. He slips the buckle on his belt loose and kicks out of his shoes.
“You don’t have a swimming suit.” You remind him. If he strips down far enough you know you won’t be able to resist touching him. He smirks at you again, his eyes dancing beneath the dark glasses.
“I’m not going swimming.” He tells you, and you’re glad you’re already on the ground because you swear all the blood in your body was just diverted to your midsection. You lick your lips and try and think of something witty, something casual and cool to say but there are no word in your mind, just images. Vivid, erotic images.
He stretches out beside you on the blanket, propped up on one elbow. His big hand slides over the bare skin of your stomach and sends sparks shooting everywhere inside. You lay all the way back down, your side catching the warmth radiating from his body, and he’s staring down at you with those radiant blue eyes and you see the desire you’ve felt for him reflected.
He lowers his face, those full, strong lips closing over your own and kissing you in a leisurely, passionate kiss that lasts until you feel your lungs burning, needing a deep breath. His hand slides up and down over the skin of your side, down the smooth length of your leg and back again. When you finally pull away to gasp for air, that soft, hot, talented mouth slides down over your chin and finds that spot on the side of your neck that makes you squirm…
Thanks VPVintagePunk said:Snooky!!! I read!!!!!! You've probably left, so I'll send my good wishes and prayers later when you're on.
Drea said:Hi VP Dare I hope that there's word on Hamilton?