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Most Romantic Date Contest Entries
Most Romantic Date Contest Entries Post your most romantic date story here! For contest details, check the Most Romantic Date Story Contest. Only official entries are allowed here; all non-related posts will be deleted. Have fun!
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3/26/2007 10:05 pm |
MY SEX LIFE STARTED WITH MY OWN SISTER IN AN UNFORTUNATE SITUATION. MY ACTUAL MUM DIED MY DAD MARRIED YOUNG WOMEN AGED 20 . ME AND SISTER ARE ORGINAL MUM SON AND DAUGHTER AGED 30 AND SISTER 16. 2ND MUM AND DAD DRINKS OVER DAILY AND DOING SEX OPENLY BEFORE ME AND SISTER. ONEDAY SISTER THEIR SEX AND TEMPTED CALLED ME AND WE BOTH SAW IN A STANDIND POSITION. SAME TIME SISTER REMOVED MY DRESS AND STARTS SUCKING MY COCK AND RUBBING. I SAID NO BUT SHE IS NOT IN A HOT MOOD NOT HEARING MY WORDS. TAKING MY FINGERS AND PUTS IN HER PUSSY AND ONE HAND ON HER NAKED BOOBS. THEN STARTED SUCKING HER PUSSY JUICE. 1ST TIME I SUCKED PUSSY JUICE AND TASTED VERY SWEETY LIKE SUGAR AND HONEY. SLPET ON BED BOTH NAKEDLY KISSING RUBBING AND SUCKING EVERY PART OF OURS BODY EACH OTHER. BOTH MAD AND ROUGHLY ENTERED MY COCK IN HER PUSSY GOING ON FUCKING ROUND THE NIGHT. ONESIDE FEELS BAD AND OTHERSIDE FEELS BOTH SAFETY. TILL DAY ANYTIME WE BOTH ALONE IN HOME WE ARE NOT TWO. ME AND SISTER ONE BODY. SEX IS GREAT MORVELOUS NO LIMITATION NO RELATION ENDLESS
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3/8/2007 9:50 pm |
The Serendipity of Love - Valentine's Day 2007 We were rushing to prepare the salad. I had just finished slicing the cucumber and he had just added the croutons. Both of us reached into the salad bowl to toss the greens. When we did, my hand brushed up against his. He smiled as we shared a suspended gaze into each other's eyes. Then he hugged me. Feeling his body pressed next to mine made me feel secure. The tightness of his grasp made me feel wanted. And his warm breath against my neck added that special sense of familiarity. I let out a loving sign as he kissed me. I felt that special tingle - the same one I felt when we first kissed. It wasn't our most tender kiss; it wasn't our longest kiss either. But it was our most passionate kiss. There, in a hot kitchen; with my hair out of place, my stomach protruding from giving birth, and after 3 years of marriage, he still found me sexy. It was the impromptu nature of the kiss, our acceptance of each other - even with all of our imperfections - that made the kiss so very special. His kiss was followed by a gentle caress of the hand as he led me to a chair in the dining room. Since I had already received the roses and the Hallmark card, I thought that the Valentine's Day celebration was over. But this year he added something special; a poem that he wrote and recited. His poem was by no means perfect. The rhythm of the poem was uneven and some of the words he chose were clumsy; but his poem was from the heart, it was sincere, and it was something he had never attempted before. He wrote about love, tenderness, acceptance, understanding, and caring. When he read it he reaffirmed what I already knew; that I was his special lady, his soul mate, his friend, and his special lover. His words, in their pure and unpolished form, were better than those from a Hallmark card because they had a deeper and more special meaning. When he recited the poem, his voice quietly quivered with passion, feeling, and insecurity. After he finished, I asked him why he was so uneasy. His answer surprised me. He was not insecure about the imperfections of this poem; he was uneasy about how well he expressed his deep love, respect, and admiration for me. He said that he admired me as a wife, a mother, a sexy lover, and for my mind. What he was trying to say was that I was a complete person to him; not just a wife, a mother, a sex partner, or a friend. In return, he saw in my eyes, in the kiss that followed, and through my actions, my complete, unequivocal, and unconditional love for him. And to think, the simple serendipitous act of touching each other's hand spawned all of this love, romance, and tenderness. Connie bambiANDdoe
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I met a man on the internet after talking for sometime..we went to dinner and the porn store. My heart pounded for him as soon as we meet. It was great to have that comfortable feeling in seconds. After that night I found out that he was on TSdates.com and didn't know how to take it at first. After thinking about it for some time I decided to try to take it with a open mind. We have had so much fun in the past two years and have met others. Nothing new to any one else but for me it's been an experience never forgot. (Hedo a blast Desires sorry but just so so..but do love being naked the Cancun beaches)wish with the help of TSdates.com we could get some others to show at Hedo II next year!! The group party's are always fun!! I'm not into just going out and falling into something so TSdates.com has helped out with the set ups. We have had so much fun in the past two years and have met others. And I found out how much fun this site can be!! It's funny how you know someones is right for you and keeping a open mind about things have been the key. Romantic may be not... but still having many hot, wet and wild times. Hat's off to many more ..Thanks TSdates.com
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3/8/2007 7:47 pm |
My idea of the perfect romantic date: is when the man you have been talking to decides to ask you out . He comes to the door and he rings the doorbell. I open the door and he is standing there with two dozen red roses. He says our reservation is for six at the Trillium restaurant. He made plans for us to go to the movies after dinner. Then go out do some dancing and maybe have a little fun singing to each other. We enjoy each others company for the night. We are looking into each others eyes he has the most beautiful ice blue eyes tan skin dark hair he is 6'3" tall and he has the sweetest voice that any woman can possibly dream of We go back to his house and have a few drinks and then we go to bed and he lays there with me until we both fall asleep and he holds me all nite He wakes me in the morning with breakfast in bed and a soft sensual kiss on the lips and caress' me very softly down my sides and back and begins to slowly slide hi tongue around my neck and blows lightly in my ear He says hunny i only want to make love to you if you are in the mood. It is always more erotic if you can play alot before the actual act and it can make it last longer he rolls me onto my stomach and gives me a sensual full body massage that last for about an hour or so and then he starts kissing down my back and rubbing my legs and feet and tenderly holds me as her turns me back onto my back and looks deeply into my eyes and say he has waited for a long time for this but it was worth the wait and he makes tender and sweet love to me all day long
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He picked me up from the house I shared with three other women down the street from the university we all attended. We drove along the historic battlefields on a road bathed in the golden pick glow of the setting sun. We stopped along the banks of a large river, on the top of a stubby tree-lined cliff. We spoke of philosophy, love, and ourselves: who we were, and who we wanted to be. “I’ve never met anyone like you before,” he said. “I want to get to know you ‒ all of you.” I took our lives into my hands, as I caressed his face, framing it with my hands. “I want to explore you, and discover everything there is to know.” I kissed him fully on the mouth. My own lush lips enveloped his, sucking his life from him as our souls mingled for the first time. We scrambled down the cliff and made our way to a little haven in the forest. The dying sun’s rays pierced the gloom of thick overhanging branches down into the tall, thin grasses springing up beside a little rivulet. Mossy stones glistened as the cool water burbled laughing over them. Little fairies were waking up in their flowery beds, and folding them up for the night. An old mossy log beckoned from across the clearing, and we ambled over to it, kissing all the way. With his hands cupped firmly under my young, curvy, hard ass, he sat on the log, as I stood over him, lips locked, tongues frenetically twisting and tasting, discovering new spaces. I unbuttoned his shirt, and slowly slipped it from his broad shoulders, feeling the rippling muscles under his taut flesh. I let my hands wind over his arms, his chest, lightly sprinkled with hair, feeling his heart flutter with anticipation. I moved them down farther - unbuckled his belt. Unzipped his jeans, took his hardness in my hand and began to stroke. I let my lips follow, and licked the length of his shaft: swirling my tongue around the sac and up to the tip. I closed my mouth over him, and took him in. Every inch. Then we heard an unexpected sound. The nervous crack of a twig crushed under a hiker’s boot. Tourists. We decided to welcome them to the area with a proper show. I shimmied out of my top, and with my skirt up around my hips; I straddled him on the log, as the dust motes hung in the air. As I rocked against his body, he guided me with his hands splayed around my hips. The air grew still with our attempts to be silent, and our act felt all the more sacred. As we climaxed, we could hear the people on the cliff over our heads, talking about how lovely the forest was in the spring. They have no idea. Post 734252 Pootyhounds From the Minds of the Pootyhounds
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3/8/2007 7:10 pm |
This Valentines Day was the best! The man of my dreams made it all perfect! Anyway, I sent out a text on my cel to a few friends and got replies for Valentines Day. I didn't want to send one to him for fear of rejection. On my way home from work that day I figured, what the hell, so I sent him a simple text of "happy valentines day". Within a few minutes he replied, U2. A few texts later he called me. Wow! He told me that he had wanted to call me for a while and that he wasn't sure if I wanted to hear from him and when he got my text HE was excited. He asked if I wanted to be his Special Valentines and I said yes! He came over with a few roses. He met me in the doorway and didn't say a thing, he just kissed me softly but firm! We talked all curled up on my couch for the longest while not wanting to let go. He sang me songs that he had written and said he thinks about me when he sings them. His voice just makes me giddy and I watch his eyes as he sings with meaning while touching my face with small kisses. I loved just hanging out with him, having him hold me in his arms, him rubbing my body so soft. He topped it off with a back rub with soft kisses up and down my neck and whispered "its all about you baby"! He wasn't wrong about that much! I finally told him to take me to my room! I can say I have never had a man make love to me like that! He didn't leave till the next morning and I had a huge smile on my face that wouldn't go away! I am still happy. My new motto: Always reach for what you want!
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3/8/2007 7:01 pm |
After 14 years of marriage, my husband wanted me to take another man out to dinner and a movie. He said, "I love you, but I know this other man loves you and would love to spend some time with you. Besides, I have a hunch he is feeling down and lonely.” The other man that my husband wanted me to visit was his best friend, who has been a widower for 5 years, but the demands of my home and my child had made it possible to visit him only occasionally. That night I called to invite him to go out for dinner and a movie. "What's wrong, are you alright," he asked? My husband's best friend is the type of man who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sure sign that something is wrong. "I thought that it would be nice to spend some time with you," I responded. "Just the two of us." He thought about it for a moment, and then said, "I would like that very much." That Friday after work, he drove over to pick me up. I was a bit nervous. When he arrived at my house, I noticed that he, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. I waited in the door with my coat on. I had curled my hair and was wearing the dress that he had bought me when we were dating over 17 years ago. To my surprise it still fit and I didn't care if it was out of style. He smiled admiringly. "I told my friends that I was going to go out with a hot date, and they were impressed," he said, as he got into the car. "Do they know you are going out with a married woman? I asked.” He smiled. We went to an out-of-town restaurant that was very nice and cozy. My date took my arm as if I were really his. It was romantic to pretend that he and I were really an item. After we sat down, I started to read the menu out loud. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw him sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on his lips. "It was I who used to read the menu to you when we were dating," he said. "Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I responded. During the dinner, we had a pleasant conversation- nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We even talked about the past and what if... We talked so much that we missed the movie. He told me how he understood why I chose my husband over him. Yet, he was surprised that it was my husband's idea for me to go out with him on a date. As we arrived at my house later, he said, "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you." I agreed. I kissed him tenderly on his lips and told him that I loved him dearly. Then I went inside. "How was your dinner date?" asked my husband when I got home. "Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined," I answered. A few days later, my husband's best friend was killed in a hit and run motor vehicle accident. It happened so unexpectedly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for him. Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place my husband's best friend and I had dined. An attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your husband. You two were my best friends and will never know what that night meant to me. I love you both and always will. At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: "I LOVE YOU" and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Even though I couldn't give my husband's best friend what he really wanted I gave him my friendship and a memory that he and I will never forget.
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3/8/2007 2:30 pm |
After endless emails, rushing home to see if she had "responded"..."Im's",,,"exchanging cell's",,,her voice instantly making my heart pound,,,we meet. Some where simple,,safe,,dinner and drinks (lots of drinks if I remember correctly). Exchanging thoughts and breathless glances. We're the last ones to leave,,by our cars I whisper if I can kiss her,,we kiss softly~then madly melt into eachothers mouths... I give her a seashell,,that I found down by my beach house,,inside it a note. Inviting her to meet me at a secluded park the following Friday evening,,she agrees!!! Friday comes,,I get there early,,gathering sticks and placing them in the shape of arrows,,which will point her in the direction of where I am. (yes,,thank god she caught on!!) I set up our blanket down by a pond, strategically placing everything just right,,hoping I would have this woman that night. As I see her round the pond,,she begins to run towards me when she sees me...and we begin an endless caress. Finally I lead her to our blanket,,where I had brought a bottle of wine, french bread and cheese...sushi and berries/with cream. That evening,,our bodies crashed into each other like we were kids and not caring at all had anyone walked by,,all in the woods by a pond,,,I wonder if our "arrows" are still there,,,
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3/8/2007 10:45 am |
My partner was getting ready for work one morning,...just before he left the bedroom, I put on the brightest shade of red lipstick I had,...as he made his way to the bedroom door, I jumped out of bed and called him back. With a look of wicked desire and playing the role of a temptress,...I had that old familiar look in my eye, he knows as,..."You're gonna get some." *grins*....I reached for the zipper of his pants and he began pleading because he didn't have time to go back to bed, he had a meeting he needed to get to. I told him this wouldn't take long, in fact,....what I had in mind absolutely didn't require a bed *evil giggle*,...and I slid his zipper down. Still pleading and sighing,..he really wanted to stay and get it on but was struggling with his priority of the morning. I dropped to my knees and freed his now stiff penis, from his dress pants. I remember him placing his hands on both sides of my head and saying, "No honey please, I can't,..I really want to but I can't." I looked up at him with a wicked grin and whispered , "Trust me." With that said, I unleashed the beast from his pants,....locked my lips around the rim of his penis leaving a ring of bright red lipstick on his cock. I placed him gently back into his pants, pulled up his zipper and rose to my feet and gave him another kiss on the lips,...telling him to have an incredible day! I turned him around and motioned that he was free to go. Just before lunch that day he called me to tell me that every time he went to the men's room made it very "hard" to concentrate. The red ring reminded him of how awesome my velvety lips feel on the rim of his member and how he couldn't wait for his work day to be over so he could get back to that bedroom he'd left me in to lavish my body. I told him I couldn't wait, and I had an extra specal treat for him. I'd be placing many kisses on that lipstick stained cock,..while I lubed up the shaft, and wound my mardi gras beads around his stiff prick, then slowly and gently squeezing and stroking, rolling hundreds of beads all over his cock. Stmulating each and every one of the thousands of nerve endings. Suddenly, the line was dead,..and he was pulliing in the driveway for his lunch. *giggle*
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3/8/2007 9:00 am |
It was back in the year 2003, my girlfriend and I had been dating for a couple months. I needed to finish and deliver a building I had sold before I could propose to her the way I wanted to, and that was about to happen. So I thought of a romantic way of doing so, on Valentine's day. The day the building was delivered and the papers signed, I took an authorization to visit one more time, at night. The new owner smiled but agreed. I prepared the place in the afternoon and when the time came I picked her up at her parent's place, pretendedly for a night at the restaurant. We arrived at the building, located downtown Beirut. It was all dark all around, the guard was tipped into the scheme and let us in, and we started seeing the light of all the candles that lit the staircase along four stories. Right at the bottom, before starting to climb up I switched on the music: an opera theme by La Callas. Up on the fourth floor, right before the door, amongst the red rose petals lying there, was a parchemin on which the question was written: will you marry me? She picked it up as I pushed the door open, waiting for her to answer. She was getting weak in the knees and I had to carry her in. Inside in an all glass room overlooking the harbour, was an oriental carpet on the floor, with two chandeliers, a bottle of champagne and two plates of refined food... But before eating, driniking, or anything else, as she barely exhaled her overpleased yes, we made love on the carpet... the best in a very long time...
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3/8/2007 8:52 am |
6 years ago my bf told me to pack my bags for a 4 day trip. He didn't tell me where we were going. He had secretly made arrangements for family to take our klds. The morning of the trip arrived and we took the GO train to Union station. I found out we were going to Niagara Falls when he bought our VIA tickets. We get to Niagara Falls and he hails a cab. We went state side first. When we got to our hotel there was a basket with, candles, wine, chocolate and strawberries waiting for me in the room. We spent 2 days over there shopping and relaxing in our Jacuzzi suite. He took me to a mall in Buffalo where I got a manicure and new glasses with sweet Eddie Bauer frames. We came back to the Canadian side where he took me on tour of Niagara. We went to Niagara on the lake, a monastery, wine tasting, a chocolate factory, candle factory and a bird sanctuary. We went to the casino a few times. The Hershey store was sweet. I nearly died when I saw a $50 chocolate bar the size of a portrait. He indulged my every whim that week. We ended up staying 2 extra days. He wanted to stay a couple of days longer but his mother had threatened to ship our son to us cuz he was going through the 2 terrible 2's and driving her nuts lol.
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3/8/2007 8:32 am |
We've been married 24 wonderfully sexy years, but I almost had to give up on my shy husband.... We had been around each other for a few weeksdue to a mutual friend, and finally he asked me to go for a drive with him and a picnic! We drove and drove and drove almost the complete state of Washington, LOL, and finally I realized he was just shy, and I leaned over and whispered in his ear that if he would stop at the next riverside parking spot, I'd give him an "oral delight".... I thought he was going to turn red and pop, but he pulled off, and I pulled out his gorgeous cock and gave him the delight of both our lives! We drove on afterwards smiling and snuggling, and then he asked me if I'd like him to return the favor! I did of course, so we pulled down next to the river at another secluded place and he took my jeans off and gave me a wonderful oral delight and I came so HARD!!!... We then got near home, and we had our suits - him a pair of shorts and me my cute bikini - and we went swimming for abit to cool down, and then went up the cliff to walk across the swinging footbridge... halfway across, we stood and leaned on the cable and watched the swimmers below and the river, and he stood behind me "enjoying my shape, and I felt something hard against my bottom... I reached around and pulled his cock out of his shorts and pulled my bikini aside, and he entered me and we stood there and both came within minutes, wondering if anyone was looking up or if anyone would step on the bridge in the middle of it! We have been madly in love ever since, and my shy guy has become the most wonderful lover and good sexy man in every way... We are truly lucky, and what a romantic start!! We snuggled all the way to my house, and we moved in with each other 3 weeks later and the rest is a very sexy history!
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3/8/2007 5:02 am |
HER STORY She had opened the door expecting to see ***** standing there- instead, it was ***. Typical,no wonder they never "got much" from their wives, or-if one was naive enough to believe them,more often than not "HADNT for YEARS..". Did they ever listen / notice anything/ appreciate any efforts / value your opinion ? She had resigned herself to all that ever "could" be long ago,was it too much to ask that it be a "complete" experiance for them BOTH..obviously it was. Men, they seemed to think foreplay was some golfing term.. Afterplay ? = time to leave. He had, in hindsight,been one last, futile attempt.. She offered him a drink,then excused herself in order to collect her thoughts; she glanced at HER watch, *** was due anytime now, and she fully intended to find something truly worth all the efforts ? After a deep breath,she returned to the living room-he seemed oblivious to the fact his presence was not required [ so much for the messages / txts-Men, they never listened; evan if it was written down !! ]. ----------- She went to answer the door,maybe something now to look forward to, instead of more mistakes to look back on...? / luck was supposed to be a lady afterall.... Just a little late..a girls perogative,always,> perhaps this, what had been missing all along- foreplay / afterplay / slow,tender,gentle and considerate throughout. There had to be a first time for everything- fear was merely anticipation, excitement felt before pleasure one couldnt measure...? Upon opening the door , the sparkle contained within the warm eyes appraising her up and down created spine shivers. Nancy closed the front door,and immediately couldnt help but feel she was going to absolutely succumb , that she was going to luvvvv being a lesbian !! THE END??// NEW BEGINING ??
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3/8/2007 4:43 am |
Jack and I had been lovers for 5 years. He was the Watch Commander of a local fire department and fiercely devoted to his work. His intense devotion was one of the things I loved about him, his devotion to his work and to me. One night, I thought he was at work. When he was at work, I would call him around 10:30 p.m. when I knew the shift’s activities had calmed down for the evening and he would be able to relax and talk. Before 10 p.m. my phone rang and it was Jack. He wanted to meet in the woods at midnight. He had taken the night off, which was highly unusual. I was totally thrown off guard, yet anxious to meet him and discover the meaning of this sudden, mysterious meeting. I told him I would meet him at 11:30 and follow him into the woods. We drove into the woods, the moon was shining bright, there was a waterfall, the water dancing off the smooth rocks, and there was Jack. He took my hand and led me into the woods. I was quivering with excitement and anticipation of what he had planned. We came upon a bench near the top of the waterfall and we sat down. He scooped me into his arms, and I felt so safe and secure in the arms of my great big teddy bear of a lover. We kissed for minutes but it seemed like hours. “Sweetheart”, he said, “There is something I need to say to you” The feeling of dread swept over me, I felt he had terrible news to share with me. I was so frightened; tears instinctively began to flow from my eyes. Jack gently leaned closer and actually licked the tears away. Knowing me so well, Jack knew that I was anxious, and he comforted me. He took my face into his hands and said, “Do not be afraid my love, I realized tonight that I have something most important to share with you.” My eyes connected with his eyes, they were loving, kind, and so full of the passion that I always felt with him. He continued, “My precious Love, I need to tell you, you complete me, you make my world whole.” Overwhelmed with joy, I sobbed as he took me into his arms and kissed me. He laid me back on the bench and we made sweet love as passionately as only true lovers could experience. Later, he walked me back to my car, we were both exhausted, yet knew how truly amazing the night had been. This had been the most romantic evening of my life. As Jack was kissing me good night, instructing me to go home and rest, I looked up into his gorgeous green eyes and said, “My Love, I will go to bed and sleep, but I will never be able to dream again because my dreams would never be able to compare with tonight!” Life is not measured by the breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away
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3/8/2007 3:54 am |
HIS STORY "MMMMMmmm....thats a nice little nothing your almost wearing " Purred the "boyfriend" as he stepped through the doorway into the living room. The dinning table was elegantly prepared for two; soft,melodic music and candlelight adding to the instantly warm welcome- nowhere more apparent than within the sparkle barely contained in her big brown eyes. She glided accross the room to where she had already prepared drinks , he accepted his,she took a sip from hers, "ill just go check the baths the correct temperature.." He watched,in ever stirring admiration as she did so, his eyes,as ever,drawn towards the swish of her rear-god what an ass........ Perfectly petite,size 8-10,36 b ,smooth skin,-like silk, always sensuous,always the very best of company. Yeah, there were definate perks that came with the role of cheat / rat / bastard /adulterer / admirer.. Still to come ? / a lounge in a hot bath , into a pre-warmed dressing gown,a lovely home cooked meal. a head to toe massage,-if asked for ? / an evermore sexy lap dance,teasing and certainly pleasing.. .....merely as an appetiser to the main event - sex, sex, and more sex !!! He ? Hadnt bothered to so much as stop off en-route to pick up a bottle of cheap wine. He glanced at his watch,maybe skip the bath and sod the meal ? He was,afterall,not here to fill his stomach, rather, to empty a differant part of his anatomy ! In fact,now he thought more,could he be bothered with any of the pretence ? / why not simply make a grab -give her what she really wanted..? All of this "romance" bullshit was only for their benefit afterall-so they didnt have to feel like a complete slut by accepting your hard cock too easily... Still, it had been a delightfull last few weeks, he looked around the room,a horny memory now associated with each item of furniture. The kitchen,bathroom,and bedroom-especially, the bedroom. As she re-entered the room,he had second thoughts vis-a-vis that bath;she wasnt wearing much- maybe she planned on climbing in with him ? Now,how would that be? / their warm,soapy bodies rubbing against each other,how she would squirm in that delightfull way of hers,the parting of her peachy,upswept, pert bottom glidding up and down his rod... Yeah,it might evan be worth sticking around for that "meal" - she did have such a wonderfull way with desserts! / [ did that count as body art ? ]. He could certainly see himself spreading those silky cheeks and covering them with plenty of cream......
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February 13, 2003, the receptionist called me to the front. I arrived to discover a breathtaking bouquet of Tulips from Holland. A small crowd arrived to inquire about the flowers, when everyone began asking whom they were from! I took the card out and found a key inside. Confused, I read the card. Meet me at the Battery at 5:30. Immediately, I called my boyfriend who did not answer. I watched the time anxiously. At 5:00 p.m., I ran out of work to my car and down to the Battery in Charleston. I arrived at 5:22. I had no idea where I was to meet him. I got out of my car and walked around, viewing the ocean, I decided to wait. Eight minutes later, he walked up to me and told me I was early! I said how could I not be, what is this key for. He whispers in my ear, all good things come to those who wait! He pulls me up and into him, kisses me and softly whispers again, I love you. I love you too I said. He takes my hand as we stroll around the battery, leaning into each other, kissing and caressing our hands, arms and backs. It was becoming dark; a string band arrived at the Gazebo. He takes me to his car and removes a basket. We find a bench and inside he had a wonderful bottle of champagne, two glasses and lushes dark chocolate dip strawberries. Sipping the champagne, feeding each other strawberries, and snuggling was amazing! Kisses every other moment was perfect too! People walking by commented what a great idea he had. We smiled and held hands as we watched the people, the water and listened to the music. After about an hour, we cleaned up the basket and took it to his car. We then strolled down to the market area and into The Charleston Place Hotel. I knew we had a room at that point, both smiling from ear to ear, we enter the elevator. He said do you have your key? I said yes, of course! He said use it here and pointed to the keyhole on the panel. Surprised, I took it out of my pocket and put it in. He turned the key and pressed the top floor. We came upon a beautiful lobby and he explained it was the Concierge Level. He leads me to our room and kisses me as we open the door. I was overwhelmed with what I saw. Candles, more flowers, bottle of champagne chilling and a beautiful red negligee on the bed! Quickly I closed the door and kissed him passionately. I changed into the negligee as we sipped more champagne at the window overlooking the city. Whispering how much we were in love, we began the most sensual, passionate lovemaking we have ever had! We never left the hotel until Sunday! I still tingle thinking of his touches that weekend!!!
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3/7/2007 8:01 pm |
It ws the summer of 2005, and I was in Ft. Simpson(NWT,) for the weekend for a conference meeting, where one night, I decided to give myself a break with a couple of friends. Our first choice was @ this pub where we were told to be one of the best in town. As soon as I walked through the door, I found myself feeling this very unique feeling of an erotic chill through my entire body and my nipples poped out as fast and as hard as I ever felt. It was a very unique and trilling feeling as I made a quick turn around, as soon as I stopped to my right, there sat by the bar, this guy, wearing a white long sleeved buttone shirt, a tanned dark blue jeans, w/ black stylish runners and a sharp burgendy baseball cap flipped to the right side. I guess he noticed as soon as my eyes glansed his way, giving one of the most gorgious smile I had always dreammed of.Just when I thought he was coming over, looking into my eyes with his stunning green eyes, he slept me a slight but very swift touch against my hands, giving him my blushing smile as I knew he was looking. After wards, I notices that I was being so obvious in lokking his way non stop, with every smile, every step, every touch and every move he made I starred and I knew he knew that my eyes stood by his side at every glansed he made. It was a an hour before closing and I was playing a game of pool, just when I about to make my move on that guy, I had won the game while the drunken girl was staggering her way out. As soon as I was about to lay the pool stick on the table a chilling and manly hand touched mine n there he was holding my hands with that gorgious smile. "U're not giving up on me r u?" he said, n I smiled back n replied "not if u're the one I'm playin with?" He walked round the table starring right into me as I was doing the same, as he was coming closer, I stood still, turned on knowing he was coming closer, felling his fingers n his hands slightly and softly rubbing the back of my hips, n breathing on the back of my neck n shoulders. I couldn't stand it any longer n my best friends knew what I was feeling, just by lookin @ the both of us. She stood up n grabbed my hands, just when we were about to leave past the door, I turned round knowing he was starring n gave him a slow knod for him to come w/ me. The four of us walked, my friend/her friend/myself n the guy who walked right behind me as I felt him breathing down my back as he was 6 ft behind me. We were @ the our rooms n as the other couples walked into theirs so did we. Without turning around, I knew he right there n as soon as the door slammed, I felt his chilly hands on the back of my neck n shoulders, n we turned at the same time giving the ultimate frnech kiss ever, undressing one another with our disperate thoughts n minds thinking as one. We made passionate love through out most of the night n ended up with one of the most hugest smile @ the conference......
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I am at the mirror when the doorbell rings. My man has come to whisk me away on our special date. I open the door slowly – I know he is anticipating this. His eyes light up when he sees me. They always do, but tonight is special, and I am looking my best. I beckon him in. He looks at me with such fondness it makes me melt. Taking my hand, he moves closer, and I allow him a kiss. I get my coat and keys. When I return, my eyes grow wide, for in his hand is a single red rose. My eyes mist. "Oh, how sweet..." His eyes shine. His smile says everything. At the door to his apartment, he takes my hand, his eyes gentle, and tilts his head in a way I have come to know. "Babe," he says, "Tonight is for us, and for you." He looks so handsome standing there, his voice so deep, so sexy. Can he see in my eyes the glow building within me? Inside, he takes my coat and pulls me closer. I lower my eyes – he simply cannot resist that – and his breath catches. I give him a small kiss and pull away gently. He leads me to the couch, then puts on some music. It's soft, with jazzy piano. He lights two vanilla candles. The lighting is warm and inviting. I hear a teasing bit of trumpet, and feel a little jump in my stomach. I look around the room, then out to the city lights in the distance. The mood is so sophisticated, so special. I am very appreciative. While I enjoy the view, he mixes drinks and starts the oven. He has promised me a simple baked pasta dish he knows I enjoy. The table is set, the silverware gleams in the candlelight. He slides in close to me on the couch and I drop my head on his shoulder. I am so relaxed with him. Turning his face toward me, he inhales slowly, his eyes closed. He smiles, and we share a soft, deep kiss. His lips are tender, his kisses gentle, and he nuzzles my face and whispers in my ear. "You're so sweet, Babe..." Across the table, the candles shine in my man's eyes. The meal is superb, the wine a pleasure, our conversation familiar and easy. He covers my hand in his. We raise a glass together. "To us..." We linger for awhile, then he leads me to the couch. The view and the music work their magic. He holds me close and tells me how sexy my eyes are, how bewitching is my smile. He leans over to kiss me and I raise my face to meet his. The moment is frozen in time, so special, I wish it could last forever. He stands and holds out his hand. I look up and smile. He has created the perfect mood. Yes, tonight is for us... for me and for him.
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3/7/2007 4:23 pm |
I noticed I had missed a call. He is canceling on me again. I did not listen to the voicemail. A man walked into the bar. He sat down next to me. He smiled and shook my hand. His hand was warm and inviting just like his eyes. He touched my arm, as he did my hand brushed his thigh. I allowed my hand to linger a little longer then walked away. He came a little closer. I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him closer. I pressed my body against his; I could feel his heart beating faster, his breathing becoming labored. I kissed his neck and nibbled on his ear. I rubbed my breasts against his chest. He tried to reach around, pull me closer and kiss me. I pulled away. He knew my intent. I had my tongue in his mouth, kissing him with intensity; he stumbled as I forced him against the wall. I ran my hands up and down his chest, his thighs and finally his crotch. I could feel him growing beneath the zipper of his jeans. I whispered in his ear, “I want you inside me.” I unzipped his pants allowing his manhood to spring free. “Your cock is so hard, here have a seat.” I hovered over him, guided his hand under my dress. “Touch me, can you feel how wet my pussy is? Do you want to fuck me? Tell me what you want.” He kissed me forcefully, pulled me down on top of him, grabbed my hips and rubbed his cock against my clit. His cock moistened with my juices he slipped inside me. I allowed him all the way in with one firm thrust. It took my breath away. I rode his cock pulling him in deeper. Suddenly he told me to get off. I slowly let him slip out. I turned to walk away and felt him come up behind me; he bent me over the edge of the pool table pushing hard against me. I reached back and pulled him closer. He lifts my dress, grabs his cock and plunges it deep inside me. Breathless again I grip down on him. I chant “Fuck me! Fuck me harder!” He obliges. One hand on my breast the other my clit, his cock inside me, damn I wanted cum. His thrusts were long and hard. He grabbed my hips, pushed inside me as far as he could. He began to diddle with my clit, I felt his balls tighten he told me, “cum for me baby!” As I came I could feel him explode deep inside me. A few more gentle tugs and I had milked every last drop of cum from his cock. Slowly his cock slipped out. We kissed; I zipped his pants and pulled my dress down. He took my hand we left the bar. I could feel cum running down my thigh. I smiled and asked “what was your voicemail about?” Heather Sunshine0514
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3/7/2007 12:57 pm |
my romantic date would be an invite to a particular girl who was a sweetheart in highschool.There was so much chemistry and sex appeal there that it's crazy that I did'nt hang on to her.We've moved on and had children but have unfortunately we've lost contact.Given the opportunity to reunite my dream date would unfold like this. She would recieve a invitation in the mail with a plane ticket and have instructions to meet me at J.F.K.We would leave off the same place as we had before with a warm embrace and long passionate kiss.She would be as beautiful as ever with her long dark brown hair and eyes to match.From that we'd have the limo take us to a very nice gourmet restaurant where I was able to make reservations.There would be a four course meal and a different wine served with each course as well as great topics of discussion and old memories we'll never forget.And while we bring back the memories I can't figure out why I let her go.She is so beautiful and we had so much fun together as well as passionate sex.what the hell was I thinking? On the ride back I started getting knots in my stomach because I wanted to win her back so badly.Was what I had in store enough?I hope so,I really do. Before we walk in I ask her to close her eyes.She does and with the help of room service I have the lights all off and the room full of lit candles.She opens her eyes and on the floor is a path of rose pedals leading to the jacuzzi in the masterbedroom surrounded by candels and a bucket of wine on ice.Her eyes are wide with amazement and joy.Beside the wine she finds a box of chocolate that she opens almost immediately.To her astonishment she dose'nt find any candy but instead she finds a huge diamond ring.Her eyes fill with tears and before I can even say a word her answer is yes.My dream come true!
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My most romantic date would go like this... The date or day would begin with flowers being delivered to my girlfriend at her work. I would arrange with a restaurant to have a gourmet meal prepared for a picnic, which would include appetizer, main course and dessert. I would order a limousine to pick me up at work. We would then go to my girlfriend's place to pick her up. We would take a ride to the marina where we would board a yacht for a dinner cruise during which we would enjoy our gourmet picnic dinner. On the ride to the picnic we would share some champagne. After our dinner cruise we would get back in the limo and be taken to a concert or play. After the show we would be taken to an elegant hotel where we would have a suite to enjoy for the evening. I would arrange for rose petals to be sprinkled on the floor in a trail to the bedroom, with rose petals also decorating the bed. I’d also arrange for candles to be lit around the room creating a very romantic setting. While at the hotel we would get some more champagne to enjoy while we relaxed in the hot tub together, which would also be illuminated with candles. Then we would retire to the bedroom for an evening of passionate lovemaking.
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3/7/2007 8:25 am |
ROmantic Date!I loved this girl in my School.Began talking to her barely 1 month, she being a introvert,didnt want things between us to go beyond, but there was this attractive sense between us.I Proposed her to come with me just once,after 1 week,she agreed. and here is the date that follows.I get down from cab under her block, see a ravishing lady, wearing golden color Indian costume.she was looking beautiful.I was all nervous. she kept asking where are we going?We reach this Restaurent,i open door for her,like a gentleman.as she reaches to the door,everyone was looking at her.the waiter greets her. we get seated in corner table.Before we ordered food, one of the waiter came and gave her bunch of flowers. AND Salad was served. than we ordered food, in between, things were coming, like, teddy bear, and such small gifts.she was astonished, probably liked it. we had our talks, i confessed my love and in end gave her the RED rose.After this we went to the nearby lake,just wanted to sit for a breeze.i was looking into her eyes, and was about to kiss her, and she starts jumping, bcoz there were ants on that bench. i took her to another shelter bench, there we were talking, and loving each other, but best thing was, I took off my shirt, when she was feeling cold, as I saw her sleeeping on my laps for and shivering. I knew i really loved her,she too loved me i know! It was my one of the romantics dates, with not many romantic moments, but,it had a chemistry,more than romance!(,i had planned everything in the restaurent)
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3/6/2007 9:39 pm |
I knew it was Valentines Day. I had only been dating the guy for not even a whole year so I didn’t expect the surprise I got. I was only told we were going to dinner and to dress nice. So I did I wore my hot red dress of course. I was dressed and ready to go. My date walked in with 7 long stem red roses with baby’s breath. Why seven cause that is how long we had been dating. He gave them to me and said surprise # 1. I said number one why? He said you would see. I went to get in the van. He had this romantic music playing. He asked if I liked the cd? I said yes, and he said well it is for you. I wanted you to have some nice romantic music. He said surprise # 2. I figured we were going up town till he drove out of town and got on the toll way. He drove to Medieval Times a place I had always wanted to go. I told him thank you and he said surprise #3. He parked and then when we got inside he had a sit in VIP section he turned and said surprise #4. We watched the show and then when the knight began looking for his princess for the night. He turned and said you’re my favorite princess but I want you to be my queen. I looked at him surprised what he had said when he had a ring box and set it in front of me. He said surprise #5. I said yes and he slipped a ring on my finger. After the show he disappeared I was nervous. Then he showed up and walked me to the car. There are the seat was cute bear. He laughed and turned around and said #6. I had held the bear close as we drove home. He asked if I was happy and I said yes. I said all I didn’t get was chocolate and he told me to open the bear’s heart pouch. It was stuffed with chocolate kisses he said #7 and kissed me goodnight!
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3/6/2007 11:29 am |
It is a cold but dry evening as I ring her doorbell. She must have been waiting because the door is opened almost immediately. I compliment her on her choice of a short-sleeved midnight-blue evening dress that closes tightly around her neck and covers her shapely curves down to her calves. She wears simple gold pendants, and a small watch for sole ornaments. I kiss her briefly on the cheek, realizing that with her heels she is only a couple of inches shorter than me. She chides me that with the slacks, sweater, and leather jacket on I remind her of Indiana Jones. I hope that’s a good sign. We head uptown. Traffic is horrible as usual. We chat about our travels. A block past the restaurant we catch a lucky break as an early diner leaves his spot. I race around the car; nearly being ran over, to open the door for her. She laughs. “I am a big girl you know.” She seems pleased nonetheless. I offer her my arm and she takes it. The place isn’t crowded yet. We sit a table in a quiet corner. The food, a fixed menu tonight, comes quickly. It is good and the wine pairing is great. Nothing flashy about it, simply the product of a team that works well, knows it, and does not feel the need to hide its food under a flashy décor or faux complex names. The desert is a chocolate cake, heart shaped, covered with raspberry purée, served with two forks. The conversation continues. The heads get closer. I can smell her skin under her light, floral perfume. It is sweet. The ice-wine Riesling dislodges the last bit of discomfort left by the Bordeaux. Too soon it is time to leave. The second seating of diners is appearing at the door already. We walk back to my car. Slower. I hold the door for her and this time she doesn’t chide me but smiles. Wordlessly. I drive, smoothly, fearing the moment I will have to kiss her goodbye. Too soon we turn into her street, stop at her door. “I had a delightful evening,” she says. “Me too.” “Would you like to come in?” “Yes” I hope I didn’t answer too fast. My stomach is churning. I feel sixteen again. On her doorstep she fumbles to get the keys in the lock. She laughs. Inside I close the door behind us. I help her out of her coat. Our arms brush. She stares at me. I place my hands on her hips. Gently I pull her towards me. We kiss. She leads me to her bedroom. The sheets are soft and warm like her body. We stumble with our clothes. Hours later crude light pierces the drapes. I turn around and wrap her in my arms. “Don’t let me go,” she whispers. I won’t, don’t worry, I won’t.
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Valentines Day! 1993 just out of high school, the 13th I was at a bar with a group of friends and had a hot night of random sex. When I woke up after a short nap, there was a cup of coffee and note. The note said walk into the living room. When I went out there, I see him sitting on the couch smiling. It was 4am and I was tired. He stands up walks over to me and kisses me softly. He tells me I am to be his Valentine for the whole day. We showered together, dressed, and hit the road to an unknown location. An hour later, we were sitting on the beach watching the sunrise over the Atlantic. The colors were beautiful and the compliments were flowing. We spent a few hours playing in the surf. Then we returned to my place and had wonderful sex repeatedly. After another shower, we realize we were hungry and he tells me of this wonderful place he wants to take me to dinner. An hour and a half later, we are sitting at a quiet mom and pop type Italian restaurant on Tampa Bay watching the sunset. We took in the colors over the vast Bay. Danced, and returned home. After several more hours of romantic sex, I fell asleep in his arms. At midnight, he thanked me, kissed my cheek and left. No other Valentines Day has ever come close to being as perfect. I still have the rose he bought me. To him there will always be a thank you as a whisper on the wind.
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3/6/2007 6:26 am |
She opened the door, then surprised me with a kiss, laughing as she turned her back, striding into the livingroom and sitting on the stone hearth. Her eyes shined with the glow of the fire, hinting at a much warmer source of heat deep within her. I had arrived to pick her up for our first date, on New Year's Eve, after driving two hours thru storm laden streams and rivers, past flooded cars and houses, and the occasional floating tree. It was the perfect prelude to our date, I hadn't felt so alive in a long, long time. Sitting beside her on the hearth, feeling the sensual power of her as our thighs lightly touched, I remembered the phone call I made a few days before. "I thought we could go to dinner and a party at one of the hotels. It's a long way to go back to Placerville, so I thought I'd get us a room. Understand I am not presuming anything, I'll get two beds if you prefer, or get you your own room." She laughed, at what must have been the vibes of my discomfort transmitted over the phone. "So, let me ask you something. When's the last time you got laid?" Over a year later and I still don't know whether to cringe or swoon when she begins a question with those words. We had a taste of Glen Morangie Scotch and began the drive down the hill to Sacramento. The Downtown Holiday Inn had a dinner, NYE party, hotel room and breakfast package. The meal was better than average, the party was mostly old people who were quite tired, evidently worn out from yawning, and a few couples under seventy who had been passing thru Sac when they decided to stay the night, oblivious to the reason for the festivities. I think they may have been Canadian. We fled the Holiday, met another couple and headed for a dance club to shake in the new year. I've never been a fan of modern dance music, reminds me of over the amplified soundtrack of a low budget porn movie with more bass than necessary for removing fillings. But on that night it was perfect. Gorgeous people, men and women dressed to kill, buzzed with sexual energy and moving in ways that could not possibly be misinterpreted. My date Sheri was the embodiment of her TSdates.com handle, Legsallthewayup, wearing a skirt that started and ended in the same line of vision. She moved as though formed entirely of mercury, liquid, writhing, unscripted, unpredictable and six kinds of sexy. The midnight hour came and went. The public portion of our evening was concluded when a warm, moist pair of black silk panties was tucked into my coat pocket. The first rays of light streaking thru the hotel room window signaled the beginning of yet another trip around the sun. Maybe this time, I'd get it right.
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1 post 3/6/2007 3:09 am |
My most romantic date would be... once upon a sweet Valentine's Day.. My boyfriend at the time we were celebrating with some alcohol and chocolates one night in a hotel. As far as I remembered, I past out from drinking and woke up to a really horny stage where I though it was a dream.. I felt him in my very horny pussy.. I enjoyed it very much and kept my eyes remained closed and feeling him caressing my body and pleasuring me.. Feeling the pleasure he is giving me, I grab his firm bun close to my body and stroking him with my solo very juicy pussy. My hands caressing his body. By this time I am fully wide awake.. I just about to get up and ride my handsome cowboy.. as I got up looking around the room, I see red rose petals all around the bed and all around the whole floor everywhere. Wow, it was so beautiful and romantic with couple of candles around were lighted to dim the room just enough light to see what we were doing. He slowly kisses me and caress my entire body as if he is examine what other style he is about to fuck me with. He kiss my lips picks me up as I tease him by kissing him back while stroking his cock. He takes me to the counter of the spa and kiss my neck, down to my breasts, my belly, and slowly down to my pleasure point-my pussy. He sucks my labia and lick between my clitoris as I moan in ecstasy. It feels soo good. Now it's my turn. I stood up and pull him towards me. I stroke his cock and put it in my mouth to a suck. I kiss and lick the shaft of his cock, and slowly lock my lips around it and then suck it vigorously. He likes it lot, and he starts to moan. He can't stand it anymore and he instructs me to go with him on a couch. He sits there and asks me to sit on him reverse cowboy style. I insert his cock in my very wet pussy as I go up and down on it. Oh yeah, I like that. I give him a seductive look and tell him to fuck my pussy. He gets up and turns me around as he inserts his still very hard cock inside of me. He's doing me so hard that I can't help myself but scream. He is about to come and I come with him. He pulls his cock out of me and sprays his cum all over my ass. xoxo
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1 post 3/6/2007 2:40 am |
My best Valentine just happened along with a fantasy,,, My girlfriend called earlier and said "let's meet for a drink at the Blue Room Bar at 7" I said ok,,, i got there she hadn't arrived yet,, I sat a the bar next arrownd the turn by the wall then this playboy looking brunnete with big tits overflowing and beautiful sandals with high heels came and sat closed by and started a conversation, I noticed she had a short coat when she turned to me i noticed her thigs were showingand more of those beautifull tits, I noticed she was interested in facing me and talking to me only MMM next she opened her coat and noticed she wasn't waring anithing underneath,, WOW reached and touched my lap as she talked abou her ex and left the hand there to slowly slide it to my crotch as she stared at me into my eyes,, "i though I hope my girl doesn't walk in and find me doing this behind her back" she got to my ear and wispered "happy Valentine" I said what? I was so crazy by this girls looks that I hadn't noticed my girl had move to a corner table behind and then on the oposite side ear she wispered your fantazy our gift,, happy Valentine,,,, I felt their hands on my crotch and my girls kis on my cheak and the other girl on my lips to inmediatly taking me to a nice high rise hotel,, the fun was mostly on the way there, being fondled and kissed by booth while I drived, when on the way to the room I was atacked on the elevator we got of 2 floors before and the stairs were like paradise the best blow job and the brunnete was not the only not wering clothes underneath so was my girl, I had a taste of pussy right there by the time we got to the room about and hour later I just could wait and exploded in the brunete to then being clened by two tongues and that was only 10;30 PM we had all night to go and surprise my girl had bought cyalis to keep me going on and on,,, Happiest Valentine for me.
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3/6/2007 2:10 am |
This happen last sat nite i was home all day long just sitting around the house bored as hell ,When i got a phone call i will never forget.This cpl from Wilmington N.c. call me an ask me did i wont too join them in a three sum tonight,I knew them from this site an we chatted a couple of time so i said yes. So we made plans too meet up at a pool hall here in wilmington . I wasn't sure how it would work out an i wasn't sure that i wont it too do it but i went anyways, An when i got there i couldn't believe my eyes she was hot as hell nice body an all. So we play a few games of pool, then we left too go too the room that they had already had. When we got there me an the guy sat on the bed an chatted a little while, while she got dress,an after a few min she came out with nothing on an that ass look good as hell i was think about how i was going too fuck her good.She laid on the bed an he started too eat her pussy , while i put my dick in her mouth man she could suck real good.we took turn fucking her an we made her cum aleast five times that night.We started fucking her at 11pm an didn't get finish with her till about 3 am that morning that was the best time i ever had
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3/5/2007 10:59 pm |
My Most Romantic Date lasted four days. It was four days of simple fabulous fun that only two adults can have. It all began with a voice that echoed of the same loneliness I felt after fifteen years of marriage. All he did was ask me how I felt. From that point on, I was hooked. I met him six months later and he greeted me at the door blindfolded just as I had instructed. That smile with that dimple...accented by a dimple. His lips quite kissable. I was a mess from travel. He sat quietly as I freshened my make up. I lifted the blindfold on the side of the right eye, and he met mine for the first time. The sweetness of those kisses, the look on his face are priceless to me, but nothing like the sensation of his cock between my double D's. The more I squeezed them together, the more pressure he felt on his cock. The joyful noised that erupted from him made me come twice before he did. I could tell he was pleased. by the joyful noises that rumbled from his core. His violent trusts as I licked nibbled and teased the head of his cock with my tongue, teeth and eyelashes. Those liquid pearls...I love the most. A gift only he can give, and never take away. Has only left me wanting for more. His willful submission, compliant and receptive of all I offered. Submission in ways, he may not comprehend even now, but I appreciate more and more with each passing day. Absolutes few women know...fewer still are able to truly appreciate. Even if it's not Valentine's Day.
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3/5/2007 7:38 pm |
Most Romantic Date Contest EntriesMy husband and I go to a swingers club in New York, on friday nites they allow single men in. I love to dance and tease them. There's several women besides me that like to go on the prowl, and seek the young studs out. We especially like the new comers. Some nights can be very boring, but being it was valentines party nite, the club was kind of packed. I noticed two guys that caught my interest, so I decides to have some fun. My husband is alright with me fawning; it actually turns him on, and I get it good later that nite. Some songs really get my blood flowing,as I act out the words. When the D.J plays the song "Looses up My Buttons Baby", I will start to open the man's shirt. Which kind of surprises them, but they really get hard when I open my shirt and dance really close, so our chest rubs against each other. Then my tongue starts to stroke his lips, this is when he loses control. Once we begin to kiss, my juices are flowing. If he is a good kisser, I will tease him the rest of the night. Well I really picked a keeper on Valentines nite. This boy could kiss; before I knew it he have turned the tables. I couldn't keep my hands off of him. The dance floor was packed, the lights were dimmed and hands were touching every curve. He suggested that we should go out for fresh air. What I really needed was a cold shower. But he had other intentions, involving his car and my wet spot. While talking he had lead me right to his car. I knew I was in trouble once he kissed me again. I told him that I really didn't know him and didn't feel safe. I try to explain to him that my husband and I are into threesomes, I would feel more comfortable if my husband was present. He was such a great kisser. As I continued to speak, he continued to kiss me,as he opened my blouse . I knew it was too late, and he knew just exactly what to do next. I will never forget that night as he took me right there against his car. What a ride.(post734245)
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My most romantic Valentines Day started with a trip to my home town the year after collage. It happened to be the day of the St. Valentine Festival. I had just finished visiting friends and decided to check out the festival. I was walking through the midway when I heard someone yell out my name. I turned to see and standing there with the sun glowing through her long red hair was the girl I had a crush on in high school. She came over gave me a hug. We stood there and chatted and laughed a long time. We felt like fools when we noticed People pointing and snickering. We started walking still talking about old times. I finally told her that I had a crush on her all through high school. She said she knew that and that our whole class knew it too. At the time I was to shy to ask her out. So I asked her to go to the town dance that night. She said yes and we spent the rest of afternoon enjoying the festival. I picked her up at 7pm and went to the Valentines Day supper at the V.F.W. Hall. We found a table for two out of the main area. We had spaghetti and meat balls, red pop, home made bread, and heart shaped cupcakes with red and white icing. We talked through the meal looking into each others eyes, blocking out all the other noise and commotion. We were alone. We got to the dance at 8:30. They had a local band called Rathskeller some rock some slow. We danced the night away. The dance ended at 1am and we were totally wore out. She told me that she had a wonderful time. I took her home and sat in my car and kissed. She told me she wished I would have asked her out in high school. she would have went out with me. I really felt like a fool thinking about what I had missed out on. She saw the look on my face and giggled, guessing what I was thinking. She told my sot to feel bad we were kids then it will be much better now. We walked to her door. I put my arms around her and gave her a big kiss, right when I was thinking of letting my hands wander the porch light comes on and her mother looks out the side window. We break the embrace smiling, the mood broken 412We stand there not saying a thing. I smiled and said well I should be going, I would like to see you again she said yes. That was the start of a wonderful few months. Sad to say we went our separate ways, but it was fun while it lasted.
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1 post 3/5/2007 4:14 pm |
The evening began as they had both had hoped, snow storm raging outside, blowing winds, and a roaring, crackling fire across the bedroom. The two of us lay entangled in the bed, heated by the warmth of our bodies, staring into the flames; one of the bottles of red wine was resting on the floor by the hearth and the other one, half full, sitting on the night stand. We hadn't been together like this in nearly a week. You had been away on a trip with clients and I was busy meeting deadlines for my job. We had been talking and laughing for hours, getting to know each other all over again, even finding out new feelings we had never known. The afternoon slowly met with the night, and now only the popping and sizzling of the charred logs could be heard. You leaned over to the glass of blood, red wine, put it to your full lips and sucked some the liquid slowly into your mouth. Your tongue and throat were waiting to warm this liquid. Being oh, so careful not to loose any of the nectar, You drew the sheets over your head and only touching the length of my body with your breasts, maneuvered down my body. It was already moist and quivering from the anticipation of what was to come. You were nestled among the down pillows and comforter relaxed by the events of the day, but excited by this moment. I could tell by the size of my hot, throbbing probe placed between your breasts that were pressed between my hands. My fingers were squeezing your nipples. You cupped my scrotum in your hands, and so cautiously parted your lips, careful not to spill any of the warmed wine that was still in your mouth. You knew you needed to maintain a slow and steady suction so that, while drawing my shaft into your mouth, past your lips, and deep into your throat, you wouldn’t spill any of the liquid. The wine, mixed with the sweat taste of my organ, was an elixir that you have often tasted and cherished. By now, you had swallowed all the wine and my secretions. My rod was larger than ever, and ready to explode! We knew that at any minute it would happen. You continued sucking and licking my shaft and balls while squeezing its head firmly with the back of your mouth. We were ready, it had been so long since we were together like this, we could barely stand it, but I didn't want it to happen just yet. I wanted to tease you all night. I was in one of those playful moods as were you. As the two of us lay we could hear the blowing winds, the faint hissing of the embers and the beating of our hearts.
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3/5/2007 3:16 pm |
I think I would have to say that my valentines this year was the most romantic. My boyfriend who was in Manitoba at the time called in the morning at roughly 8am to say that he had made plans for me to pick up some flowers at 10 am at the flower shop on the other side of town. So that gave me enough time to get up shower and get dressed and get all prepped up for my day. Before 9 am came around my work had called at said that I didn’t have to come in to work at 2 like previously scheduled so I was pretty excited. As 930 rolled past I walked out to my car and that is where I found a note pinned to my windshield. "Meet me at the Olympia restaurant at noon, come alone." It was unsigned but there was a phone number on it, so knowing that I had a boyfriend I was kind of sketchy about going to the restaurant so I called it and got an answering machine.. I left a message saying that I couldn’t make it because I was seeing somebody already. I drove to the flower shop and picked up my flowers, but there were 2 notes on the flowers, one from my boyfriend and one from my mysterious person. The note from my boyfriend read “ I love you and I hope you have a wonderful day!” while the note from the mysterious person read “I got your message show up anyways you’ll be in for a big surprise” so I decided heck why not. I showed up at the restaurant and pinned on the door was another note reading “Table 16 very back corner.” it was for me. I walked to the back corner where I found what looked like a couple but I recognized the back of the guys head. I tapped him on the shoulder and it was my BOYFRIEND and my BEST FRIEND! I was so surprised yet curious as to why they were both sitting there. My first reaction was “ Is my boyfriend cheating on me without telling me and my best friend trying to tell me about it?” When I asked them about it they said that they were both working together to make my valentines day perfect. So I sat down and they had ordered some wine so we all had a few drinks then a beautiful white limousine pulled up and my boyfriend stood up and said “There’s our ride!” It turns out my boyfriend had gotten the honeymoon suite at the Ramada Hotel for the THREE of us. One of my biggest fantasies was to have a threesome with a hot blonde and my boyfriend and on valentines day it was going to happen. Walking into the room there were bottles of champagne, two sets of lingerie, and rose petals everywhere. Needless to say we definitely had fun that night. ~Mandi
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1 post 3/5/2007 1:49 pm |
Just another manic Monday O.K., It is late afternoon on Monday, following a great Valentines dinner on Wednesday. We went to a local Brewpub that frquently has karaoke, and there was a friend working at bar, so I went. For smalltown, USA, this is as close to clubbing as it gets. "Go Shorty-it's yur birfbay." I bumped into a bachlorette I knew. Her inflatable friend was wearing a bra. I don't know why. My mind flashed back to 1984 at the Krokus-Sammy Hagar concert. The women were chucking thier bras onstage, and Sammy was hanging them on the horizontal arm of the Microphone stand. The words he spoke were forever etched in my mind. The move was a classic, timeless, part of the Genre of that generation. I admired the lacey device, then did my best Sammy Hagar Improv as I pulled the loosely wadded garment to my face, as if to smell it. "Hey, Hey, baby, nice underwire, but did you bring it here, or did you wear it here?" "Yea, She wore it here!" The table erupted in cheers, as it finally dawned on me that she had just removed her bra, moment before I approached, as if on cue. Congratulations my friend! (and thank you!)
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Well the most romantic date I ever had was with a fella that I am still friends with and it went something like this....WE were to meet for the first time at a dance club for a drink. WE got there and were surprised there were no cars in the lot...we went in..the place was Empty..lights were low..some nice Crooner music was playing...we found a table that was couch like and sat down...this wonderful pleasant woman came over and said " we're not to busy tonight you may have it all to yourself"..she was the owner and told us a bit of her life story..very nice...so we enjoyed a drink and cuddled a bit on that couch..the owner came back and asked if there was any particular music we would like to hear..my date spoke up and said " She Loves Paul Anka"...I was shocked he remembered..lol Anyways, she turned the lights down and put the dance ball light on the floor and then a song or 2 later I Heard Mr. Paul Anka..he smiled looked at me and said " Would u like to dance?" We danced all night..she played lots of Paul Anka and we had the whole place to ourselves the whole night..Was totally awesome !! When we left, he nailed me against the car and kissed me like there was no tomorrow, I flipped him over and pushed him against the car and kissed him right back...WE both were totally turned on...and we looked at one another..chuckled and said " I had a GREAT time..." and we both got in our cars, I headed for the highway and he headed for home.....Most romantic date that wasnt all about SEX !! ps..lol..I wonder if he remembers it or would classify as one of the BEST as I do !! LOL Thanx.. happy DAting EVeryone !! xox
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1 post 3/5/2007 1:05 pm |
The most romantic date ever was with my current flame. I had always dreamed of doing this so one day when we had a date planned I drove to her house and when she answered the door I told her to throw some extra clothes and make up in a bag and to come with me. She was looking at me wonderingly and I just drove to the airport. I had tickets in my pocket so we just checked in and walked up to the gate and then she saw we were going to Paris. She was amazed and very excited and I love it when she gets excited. We boarded the plane and took off. She couldn't believe we were going to Paris for our date and after a few hours of touching and kissing in the plane she invited me to the bathroom with her because she wanted to make love and couldn't wait. We joined the mile high club and the rest of the flight went quickly. We landed in Paris and I caught a cab and told the driver to take us to the Eiffel Tower which he did. Once we got there we went to the top and I broke out a bottle of wine and glasses I had in my bag and a portable CD player. I opened the wine and put on her favorite song and we danced and held each other and kissed for hours on top of the tower. After a couple of hours with the city of Paris aglow in evening lights we decided it was time to leave. Diane was wondering how long we were going to stay in Paris and I told her we had a flight back home the next day and I had a room at a very fancy hotel set up so we went there and made love all night and flew home the following day. We both thought it was the most romantic date either of us had ever been on and we hope you think so too.
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1 post 3/5/2007 11:24 am |
It was a beautiful valentine's day. My date would be picking me up at 7 p.m. As I waited for him I dreamed of the most wonderful time we had the other night. We spent hours on the beach on a blanket just watching the sun set and cuddling in each others arms. He was one of those guys who loved to surprise the special person he was with. At 7 p.m. he arrived in a long white limousine. He approached the steps of my house with a rose in between his beautiful, white teeth. He picked me up and carried me to wear the limo was waiting. In the car I asked where we were going but as usual he said it was a surprise. We ended up at this beautiful Victorian style house where there were rose petals spread on the walkway and two white swans were waddling on the path with a rose collared on their necks. He held my hand and caressed me in his arms leading me to the house. I was awestruck when we went inside. There were candles lit everywhere as well as rose petals spread on the floors of the house. He took off my coat and ushered me into the dining room where there was a candlelight dinner for two. We didn't eat dinner for he decided to head right to dessert. He took me in his arms and fed me chocolate covered strawberries as well as giving me champagne to drink. I became light headed and we headed into an unforgettable night of essence. I was the main course in which he caressed every inch of my body from head to toe. Placing massage oil all over me and massaging every inch of my body with his hands. Kissing me all over including my toes and playing with my hair as it was spread on the bed. He nibbled on my breasts and the bottom of my ears. He knew that this would enlighted me in more ways than one. For the rest of the night we made the most passionate love that was possible between two people and for me every day is valentine's day with him. Tomorrow or date is a carriage ride and then who knows what else he has in mind.
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3/5/2007 6:06 am |
Many years ago I was madly, crazy in love with my lover Jackson. Although we were living together and happy, we were going through some stormy times. It was Valentine's day and I was working on a project that had taken me to the beautiful shores of St. John. Although I had begged Jackson to join me, his work prevented him from making the trip. As I finished work for the day, feeling sad and alone, I was shocked when a man dressed in tux and tails approached me with an armful of pink roses. "You are cordially invited," he said in a beautifully accented voice as he led me towards a waiting limo. Without any idea of where I was going, I jumped into the limo and was taken to the beautiful shores of Caneel Bay. As I got out of the limo I saw Jackson standing on the beach next to a table done up with candles, fine china and flowers. A waiter hovered in the distance waiting to serve us champagne and a gourmet meal. As my mouth hung open Jackson walked towards me and said, "Happy Valentine's day, baby." He then leaned into me for the most soulful kiss of all time. For the next few hours we ate, talked, danced on the beach and ended the evening by making love next to the shores of Caneel Bay. There is nothing more romantic than the sound of water rushing by as your body pulses with pleasure. Although Jackson and I are no longer together, I know for that moment in time he was my perfect Valentine.
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3/5/2007 2:55 am |
I have been planning my "most Romantic date" for quite some time. I am planning on a weekend when the kids go to their aunts, and my beautiful wife is not expecting anything more than a chance to catch a breath and catch up on the housework. I will have been working a lot of extra saturdays, and stayed a little late for months to squirrel away the money. But when the day arrives I will have a real hard time not grinning. My wife arrives home early from work because I told her I had a romantic dinner planned, but when she gets there we hop in the car and head out immediately. "No time to change" I tell her, "don't worry" I have it all covered. We drive to Emeryville, just out side Oakland, sprawling with industry and noise, my wife looks pensive as we cross the street to the Amtrak station. We don't have to wait long for the train, I timed our arrival so as not to leave alot of time for explanation. We board the train with no bags, headed for Reno. The silver express pulls out of Emmeryville in the late afternoon so we head to the bar car and I can not conceal my grin. "Where are you taking me?" she asks, over a lemon drop martini. "To the dinner car from here, doll' I reply. After a light dinner we get up from the table and head for the private sleeper cabin I requested. Once inside I put my hands on her cheeks and look her in the eye and tell her that no matter how hard I try I will never be able to really show her how much I fucking love her. I light the vanilla scented candle I brought and turn out the light and as the sun sets she watches the sierra nevada mountains fade into dark through the cabin window. I spend the next 3 hours massaging and adoring her until we arrive in reno. We didn't bring bags because I worked all those extra weekends, Reno is where I grew up and you can shop for pretty much anything at all hours! We are going to pick up some fresh cloths then Head off to the adult theme hotel I booked. Ever since she was a girl she dreamed of castles, we wanted to get married in one but it didn't work out. This hotel has a castle room that even has a watter fall! From here spontaneity will rule. "One day a real castle my sweet lady" but forever your prince.
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3/4/2007 10:46 pm |
My girlfriend had been studying abroad for the last six months. We talked all the time on the phone, on the computer. I even got a week off and went to visit her. It was a great week. I met her at the hotel we both worked at. She is a tall beautiful, confident brunette. I can't believe how lucky I was to get her attention. Anyways, we had lot of phone sex since we were so far away from each other for so long. So when she asked what I wanted for V-day, I said all I wanted was her wrapped in a bow. She keeped on asking what I wanted and I would give her the same reply, her with a bow. It was a saturday, it was my day off but I got a call, "I know it's your day off but I need another body her, two people went home sick and it crazy busy her, can you come in for a couple of houre." Me being the workaholic I am said sure. I should have realized something was up because I got to work and we were fully staffed plus the manager was there. She told me there was a problem on the third floor with one of the rooms, something woth the sink. I said I'd go take a look. So I went up to the room, knocked on the door. No one answered so i opened the door and went in. I knew something was up because I saw candles and rose petals on the floor. As I walked through the door I pause thinking that I could sense someone was in the room. I looked on the beed and realized in was my girlfriend on a bed of rose petals with nothing on but a big red bow. "Happy Valentines Day" she said with a wicked little smile. She wasn't suppose to be home for another month, and actually the day before I had made plans and asked off of work so I could go pick her up from the airport. She was already in town at a friends house making preperation for the next day. That is by far the best V-day date I have ever had.
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3/4/2007 8:25 pm |
I wanted to be a virgin when I married, I dated a girl who said that was cool. We dated during our freshmand year in college. We would have "sex' typically foundle tease and in general give mutual masturbation. Sonya enjoyed this for a few dates and started to push me more sex. Our next step was oral sex. This made her squirm, I would take her panties off with my teeth and lick her until orgasm (at least I think she had one) . The one date we were back in her room she lit some candles and gave me a long hot slow deep kiss and looked aat me and said tonight dear I am going to tease you to orgasm. First she stripped, removing her bra and panties standing there stark naked she redressed slowly putting on nylons, next she pulled out an all lace boned bustier with garters, she then put on a sheer blouse and very short skirt, I am laying on top of the bed naked, my cock fully erect. sonya strutted over and started he usual groin grind on my cock and then bam i am in herand lost my my virginity. While this may not be the most romantic story it is true and I that night i had more sex than any guy could hope for. pant pant uh uh uhm
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3/4/2007 5:30 pm |
I’m a very prickly woman. Never really letting people close, having been burned in the past. And I’m not the Barbie ideal so many men want. I’m the kind of woman that will have sex with a man then never call him again, ignoring his attempts to contact me. No guys don’t contact me, I’m not interested. After being a member of this site for about 6 months, I was in the chat room I frequent and started talking to this guy. He’s funny and intelligent, and wanted to meet me. I figured I’d see him once and never see him again. My modus operendi as it were. Boy was I in for a surprise. I met a man that could keep up with me mentally and sexually. He made me laugh, made me think and made me feel pretty. He liked me the way I was, and wasn’t afraid to tell me. My kinks didn’t scare him and boy could he perform. I saw him again and again. We talked every day and I even answered his e-mails and texts. He understood that I didn’t wanna be close to anybody, but even knowing that he still wanted to be with me. And I was gonna see other men, figuring he was seeing other women. I really didn’t care. But I kinda did care and secretly hoped that he wasn't with other women. On valentines day this year, we were supposed to go out. And by going out I mean meeting in a hotel room and doing what adults do. But not this time. There he was, with all the sappy silly valentines stuff. Candles, roses, wine, massage oil….the whole bit. And a ring. Not an engagement ring, neither of us want to be married. But a ring to represent the circle that I’ve come. From not trusting anybody, to trusting my heart to one person. Yeah we’ll play with other couples, but only together, and only when we both approve. And I feel pretty even when he doesn’t tell me. I feel wanted. I feel loved, and I love myself. This may not be the most romantic story you’ve ever read or even the most romantic date that ever was. And you should probably ask yourself how much is true and how much is fantasy. But what gift can anyone give another person that is better than giving them themself?
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3/4/2007 4:58 pm |
It is a cold night but I am to excited to care, because I know I am with the man that my body, mind, and soul so desires. The fire is roaring and crackling and it looks beautiful as we are sitting in front of it having a nice dinner that he has prepared for me. Down to the last details have been taken care of, the wine glasses are shimmering, candles flickering, and the most beautiful man sitting across from me and I see such passion deep down in his soul through his eyes. My heart flutters each time I look at him. He smiles and leans forward and asks me to dance. I say, "Yes, I would be delighted to." As we are standing in a place where time seems to stand still I hear the sexy music of Otis Redding as he leans down and whispers into my ear, " My beautiful lady" and he kisses me so soft and sweet making my heart beat rapidly, my lips smile, and feelings of sensual desire fill my body. He holds me close as if the world doesn't exist. With his hand he pulls my chin up to look into my eyes and says in a soft reassuring voice, "there is no other woman who can make my heart desire so much. You are my friend, my lover, and my everything. Thank you for giving me that." With tears in my eyes knowing I couldn't ask for anything more I lay my head on his chest and I tell him, "You are my world, my life, and my reason." He picks me up and carries me over to the sofa in front of the fireplace and sits down with me on his lap and he just holds me like tomorrow will never come. His hands are touching my face so softly. My eyes never leave his not even for a second. Our hands meet and fingers cross to lock us together. While staring into the fire he smiles then leans over and kisses me so sweet and pulls back with a big grin and says, "The softest lips you have." The night goes further into heights of passion, tenderness, and with such heat and intensity that no other night will ever compare or be able to measure up to this one. Finally the skies are turning color with the sun rising as we lay in each others arms and know that there will never be another love to top this one. This kind of love is understanding, passionate, free, full of life, forgiving, unbreakable, soft, easy, and one of a kind. Never letting go of the chemistry that is so strong that most never find it... not ever. When he looked into my eyes as he was above me I knew that without saying a word his heart and soul was looking back at me and saying, “My heart belongs to you."
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3/4/2007 2:55 pm |
I had been sleeping with one of the girls at work for several months now. ‘Relle’ is an absolute stunner. We never played outside the confines of my flat though, no one at work knew of our almost nightly occurrence. On valentines day eve, I invited her to “come over, get dressed up, ill take you to the best restaurant in town”. Being our first night out in public she nervously accepted. “How dressed up, she quizzed?” “ill wear a suit and tie! Meet me at the flat at 7 ish” I replied. Unknown to her the best restaurant in town was going to be my living room. Relle is a vegetarian. I cooked feverishly to create a 6 course meal, no meat for both of us. I even made the rolls, which went with the soup. I moved out the lounge and hauled out the dining table, full silver service on the table. 6pm I show shave and get changed into my suit and tie. Most of the food is warming after spending most of the day cooking. I am have just finished washing the last of the saucepans at 7.15 when Relle lets herself in the front door. “Obviously we are not going out from the cooking smells”. I am stunned by her beauty in the pale purple frock which snugly hangs from her shoulders. “Step into the dinning room” I beacon. “What’s going on, your freaking me?” she stammers. “Nothing, come in, would you like a glass of wine or a cocktail.” “I’m not sure, oh my god”. The sight of the table setting all laid out sparks the response. “relax, have a wine, how was you day at work? “I’m not sure I want to be here” she says. “come on its just a nice tea for valentines day, I wont see you tomorrow. I thought id surprise you. “ as long as there is no more surprises.” The penny drops in my head ‒ she thinks I’m going to ask ‘the’ question. “Really Relle, just tea, drinks and sex ‒ no more. I just wanted to do something special.” “Nothing else?” she clarifies. “Nope” and with that I swagger over to her, run my hands up her fantastic legs under her dress to her satin feeling panties and pull them down. She steps out of them and smiles. “so would you like a wine now?” I ask confidently. “red or white” “a white please, are you sure that nothing is going on?” her response has calmed as she settles on to the chair and place the cotton napkin on her lap. The next day she rang me to tell me that it wasn’t until after tea that she realised I wasn’t going to pop the question and started to relax. She told me no one had ever gone to that much effort before, and she loved it.
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3/4/2007 1:08 pm |
It was valentines day, and there I was stuck in traffic after a hard day at work and having to deal with seeing everyone at work receive flowers and candy and knowing that I was not going to get anything because the bills were tight. I was not in the best mood that someone could be on such a romantic night. Even though I said to my husband don't worry..it's OK I understand...it's always hard to see other women get what it is that you like....As I arrive I see that all the lights are off in my house. The first thing that cames to mind was shit...did I pay the bill? I got out of the car and opened my door, there was a note there that said just follow the candles, I thought what in the world is this? I followed the candles all the way to my bathroom where there were even more candles soft music playing. There was another note that said, get in and relax...so I took off my clothes and got in the hot bath waiting for me with candles and petals of flowers in the water. As I got in, I felt the warm water caress my body and as I sunk in that water I started to feel the sensation of warm water wrap around me and I felt myself sink into such a relaxed mood....then my husband appeared with a glass of wine. He had a smile from ear to ear. Before I could say anything, I felt his lips touch mine and then he began to wash my hair. This has always been such a wonderful feeling for me, to be bathed with such tenderness and such love. As I sipped on the wine, even more wonderful feelings came over me. When we were done, he dried me and dried my hair with the towel. Then as I put on my robe with the kindest words he said follow me. Then we walked down the stairs and the other section of the house I could smell something that smelled sooooo good. There was candles and food prepared on the table. As he pulled out my chair and while music is being played. Such delicious food that my husband had cooked He served me and we sat and ate, he then served the best hot fudge brownies with ice cream. I ate that with such joy...I was stuffed and then he said come and sit with me by the fire. As we sat by the fire and we talked about how wonderful our lives have truly been even when things get rough...even when the bills, the job, the stress that we all encounter on a daily basis...the romance is there if you trully want it to be. I wouldn't change a thing.
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3/4/2007 10:53 am |
It was snowing outside. I had lain on sofa and I was watching the snow. It was cold outside.I was alone, and I was thinking about an old friend. I could remember him. I could see his face I could feel him by my side,... but I was alone. suddenly telephone ringed. I could not believe he was on the phone. I sat, my heart was beating fast, my hands was shaking and I could not speak, but I had to. He told that he is alone too and he thought of me too. He invited me to his apartment after a short conversation. It was snowing outside. I went to his apartment. I reached to the apartment at the end of the evening. It was cold outside . He opened the door. How was he great, I jumped into his arms and kissed him. He kissed me too. We had dinner and after a long talk, we decided to go out. He opened the umbrella,took my hand kiss my lips. We started walking in the snow.how was it great... After a long time walking in the silence of night we reached to my apartment. He stopped, we were looking at each other, my heart was beating fast he again kissed me and without a word we went to my apartment.......... NAMEDiana Roberts ID diana_roberts200[B]
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1 post 3/4/2007 9:44 am |
My Most Romantic Date My hubby and I love to go camping at a local nude resort every chance we can. One Valentine’s weekend my Sweetheart said he would go up early on Friday to set up the campsite and I could join him when I got off work that evening. When I drove through the gate, I called his cell phone to find out where he had set up the tent, and he asked me to join him at the indoor hot tub first. (As it was about 50 degrees outside, I was happy to.) We snuggled in the hot tub for a while and then he suggested, seeing as it was Valentine’s Day, we should go eat in the restaurant instead of cooking outdoors. I was heading out the clubhouse door to go find our tent, when he led me through the hallway that led to the resort’s luxury hotel rooms. To my surprise, he opened one of the doors and invited me in the room. When I walked in, I was speechless. Rose petals were scattered on the bed, chocolate- covered strawberries and champagne were set up on the table, and pink and red hearts decorated the walls, mirror and sliding glass door. He kissed me tenderly and then gave me a Valentine’s card that promised a long massage after dinner. That was the most romantic Valentine’s Day I ever had. But the best part is that six years later he still loves to surprise me with flowers, cards and romantic get-aways…even when it’s not a holiday.
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3/4/2007 6:48 am |
Once again she had awaked from her pleasant dream of the stranger she had recently met. She had thought she was to be alone in the shower but he had entered and from behind kissed her lightly, warmly, just below her ear; continuing to lightly kiss down her neck, over her shoulder, enticing shivers of delight and pleasure from her. As he kissed her she felt light strokes of enticement down her sides, slowly in under her breasts and down low on her abdomen. He had taken the cloth and from behind began bathing her. Gently, warmly, with sure firm motions bathing her, stroking her, kissing and massaging as he bathed and enticed her. She tried to reach for him, but he had said, “No, later will come time for you to please me. Now is the time for your pleasure”. From behind he continued slowly and pleasurably down her back and on to her thighs. He had knelt and as he bathed her, she could feel his tongue teasing, suckling and between her cheeks bringing her shivers of warmth and anticipated pleasures. He turned her, beginning again from her neck bathing her. As he did so, gently kissing her temples, her cheeks, and down her neck. As he reached her breasts she could feel the roughness of the cloth over her nipples making them rise with excitement. He massaged her breasts, gently suckling her excited nipples, bringing warmth and an electric spark of pure joy and a moan of pleasure from her. She had again tried to reach for him and again was told “Not yet.” As he continued to bathe her, she could feel within herself a mounting passion. As he reached her garden, she began to slightly tremble under his touch. He knelt again, she could feel his tongue teasing, licking, and suckling her wet garden. This time his tongue hadn’t left her, didn’t stop its giving of pleasure. It was ever so pleasing to feel him flicking and suckling her now engorged button, sending mounting waves of pleasure through her body. Slowly she felt him slide a finger, then two, into her garden. She felt him curl those fingers, gently massaging her inner secret, bringing even more mounting waves of pleasure within her. She felt her abdomen begin to tighten, the sinew of her thighs begin to tremble, as the waves of pleasure coursing throughout her began to become even more intense. Then such wave after wave of intense pleasure began within her that she could barely stand. But he held and supported her, continuing to drive those waves of such intense pleasure throughout her being. As they subsided, he stood, and embracing her with a long kiss and saying, “It is my pleasure to see you pleased and is only the beginning of this day.” She was saddened that she had awoke only part way through her Valentines Day with the stranger, but knew the rest of the day would come again in her dreams.
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3/4/2007 1:37 am |
My luck this Valentine's Day wasn't going to be on the cards, or so I thought. As I boarded the flight from LA to Hawaii for a two-week business trip, I saw that the girl seated next to me was young and pretty (the good news) but couldn't have been older than 13 (the bad news)! Never mind. It was too much to ask. Still, it would have been nice - espcially on Valentine's Day - to meet some hottie on the way to Hawaii. I squeezed past the little girl to the window seat. As I strapped in, I noticed an absolute stunner - in her mid-20s, with shoulder-length blonde hair, a toned, very fit body and a sexy smile - suddenly take the aisle seat, just on the other side of the girl. Hello! Even better, it turns out they were travelling together. Figuring the best way to meet the babe was through the babette, I started a conversation with the younger of the two, Rachel. Seeing "the nice guy" was being charming to the younger girl, the older girl, named Stephanie, joined in the conversation. Now the really good part: I know this is going to sound like some contrived letter to Penthouse, but it became apparent that Stephanie is young Rachel's gymnastics coach (excuse me?) and that Rachel's parents were taking them all on a vacation. Rachel, it seemed, didn't want to miss any of her training - and who am I to question that kind of dedication! Before we landed, I managed to set up a dinner date with Stephanie for that night. After a very romantic, teasing meal and a seductive walk along the beach, we made our way back to my suite, listening to the pounding surf on the balcony and sharing a bottle of champagne. It then took about a milli-second to become entwined with some seriously passionate kissing. This Valentine's Day was definitely looking up... As I came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, I noticed a very strange object on my bed and, for a second, couldn't figure out what it was. Sweet Stephanie, being the nimble minx that she is, had taken off her clothes, stood on the bed and leaned backwards so that her hands were on the floor on the other side of the bed. So all I saw was a pair of lovely tanned legs, a beautiful pussy and no torso, arms or head!! This was the beginning of a very physical and wonderfully contorted love-making session. She may not have won an Olympic medal but she definitely got my Valentine heart pumping!
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It was the first time we saw each other in person . He was gorgeous , everything I ever imagined him to be . It was his first visit to my country , and he was sweating under the tropical heat . The next day was Valentine's day . I had planned a special surprise . Something I hoped he will remember when he returns to his country. I had rented a pumpboat for the day . Boat rent was cheap in my place ,a beach town amongst the Philippine Islands . Our destination was my favorite uninhabited islet , with nothing but pink, powdery white sand , and a few mangrove trees .Just the two of us there , nobody else . We set up a small table at the beach , complete with cutlery , an ice box , and a wine chiller . I then arranged for the boatman to come and pick us up at dusk , after our date . We were totally famished and decided to have lunch first , dining on our pre-cooked seafood meal , prepared for us by the hotel chef . The wine was perfectly chilled , the lobsters melted in our mouths , sweet and sour filet of fish tasted heavenly , and the green salad was as crisp as only hotel chefs know how to make them . Dessert was fresh tropical fruit salad , the sweetest mangoes , strawberries , pineapple chunks , melons , and seedless grapes . Completely repleted , we took a nude dip in the crystal clear water . We spent the afternoon snorkelling and exploring the nearby corals teeming with colorful fish and marine life . Tired after our swim , we laid on the sand under the mangrove trees and slept in each other's arms . I woke up feeling the water lapping at our feet. The tide had risen . I woke him up gently , but he was so deep in sleep so I kissed him on the lips .I felt his arm move , and in a heartbeat , he was kissing me back .It was the perfect kiss, slow and sensous. We made love right there on the beach, unmindful of the sand on our backs .The sun was setting , and it cast an orange glow on the water , providing the perfect backdrop for our lovemaking. I came very hard, crying his name out loud , knowing we were the only two people on that islet .Moments later , we were fully dressed, and waiting for our boat ride .The boatman did arrive on time , just as the sun had completely disappeared into the horizon. As the boat was receding , I looked back at the islet , and thought about my perfect Valentine's date with the man I love so much .The thought of it will surely bring back happy memories for the rest of my life ..
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3/3/2007 9:39 pm |
It was a loverly valintines day for me as i was surposed to meet a cute 21 year old member from adult finderfriend at the hotel the were staying. As i walked in the door of the lobby i saw the most romantic guy walking over to me. he leaned over and gave me a big smooch on the lips. He asked me if my name was molly. as soon as i answered yes to him he replyed and said we were booked in at the hotel restraunt.as he leaded me to the lift he kiss me once more before entering it. on the way to the second floor he reached his hand up my dress and next thing i knew my panties were being placed in his jacket pocket. as the door to the lift opened and we started to exit he leaned over and kissed me for the third time. All the way to the restruant we kept on kissing each other.As we sat he insisted we sit next to each other. We ordered our meals and waited a good thirty minute for our meals. after that thirty minutes we gave up on dinner and went back to the lift to go up to his room. as again nobody was in the lift he reached his hand down the front of my dress and seeing i wasn't wearing a bra he rubbed his hands on my boobs. this time i expected it and placed my hands on the place where his cock was. My lover was rich enough to have a penthouse(the only penthouse) and a whole floor to himself .so for the rest of the 28 floors we rubbed and squeezed each others bodys. when the lift doors opened and the door to his penthouse was finally closed behind us he flung himself at me. ripping off my dress ( no really, he did rip it)he started to cup and nipple at my boobs. Lucky for me his shirt was a buttoned one so i could easyly pull at his collar and all the buttons ripped off. grabbing at his zip he swped his pants off and surprised me by have no underpants on. pushing me into the bedroom we flung onto the bed and begain something we had never done before. placing his cock over my clut he pushed and i moaned untill i started to cum. all night we tumbled and turned on the bed heaving and moaning until finally i had to leave for work. It was then we had to depart. We then got engaged but canceled the wedding because he was cheating on me.
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3/3/2007 9:08 pm |
It was a Sunday afternoon. I went to the local bar to listen to friends play in a band. I noticed a guy who looked like the bad boy type I was "needing". He walked over to say hi. He had the most amazing eyes! We started talking. I thought he was funny and intelligent - not something I usually find in a bar! After a stimulating conversation for a couple of hours, he asked if I wanted to go for a ride. I agreed! He followed me to my house so I could drop off my jeep. I rode on the back of his Fatboy all over town. He felt so good against my body and smelled delicious! We stopped at a few other places where we continued talking and laughing. At the end of the night he needed to drop me off at my house. I invited him in. We sat on my couch and talked more. It felt like we had known each other for years, just old friends catching up. At one point he just gazed into my eyes. Those eyes of his! I leaned in slightly. He met me with his soft lips. We kissed! I could feel the electric shocks that I had heard about but never experienced. He touched me with the lightest touch. Before I knew it we were on the floor, removing each others clothes. I could smell his cologne, feel his breath and touch all over me. We explored each other for hours. We had connected above just a physical state. We connected mentally also. We made wild, tender, passionate love that night. Our connection became love over time. From that night we spent many nights, and days, connecting physically as well as mentally. This was the most romantic date! To this day, I look back to that first night. He was the first man to take me to heights unknown, to passions so deep, and love so pure.
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I Got a call from an old high school girl friend the morning of Valentines day . We lost touch with each other after marriage and the whole kids thing. She suggested we meet later that night at a motel where she was staying in town for just a couple days. I got dressed in a short tight black mini dress and high heals .. when I got to her room it was 8 pm. She had some wine and some old high school photo's .. We talked and laughed about the old days not realizing we both were drinking quite a bit.. She leaned in and kissed my lips , at first I was thinking to myself " umm ok what is she doing?" . Her lips were so soft, her hair long and golden, with legs that went on for days. I knew that instant I had to have her. I could feel my pussy getting wet and aching, her nipples were hard against her silk blouse.. My hands completely explored every inch of her softness as her tongue slowly explored the inside of my mouth. Before I knew it, we were both completely nekkid and our bodies tangled into each other. Hours went by, we couldn't get enough of each other . We orgasm ed over and over till the late hours of the next morning . Will I see her again ?? Oo you bet I will . The magic from that night is only fuel for the fire we both have burning inside for each other.
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3/3/2007 11:09 am |
It's Valentine's Day and I don't have any plans. I come home from work thinking it's going to be another lonely Valentine's Day, when I see a pink envelope. I open the letter that is scented with male cologne. The letter is an invitation to dinner at a secret location. Since there was no signature, I became curious and decided to accept the invitation. The letter asked me to do the following things; go to Macy's at Oakland Mall and ask for Julie in the Women's Dept. I went to the mall, went into Macy's and asked for Julie. Julie smiled and handed me a garment bag and shoes. Julie told me that the man that picked out the clothes and shoes was very handsome. She told me that she promised not to give a description of my mystery date. Julie handed me another pink envelope. This letter instructed me to change into my outfit at a hotel not far from the mall. The letter asked me to be ready by 8pm. Julie told me that my date purchased perfume, jewelry and hosiery so I didn't have to worry about buying anything. I get to the hotel, check in at the desk and the bell hop takes my bags to my room. As we approach the door, he stops and apologizes for not opening the door and taking my bags inside. He tells me that I am to enter the room alone and that he has already been given a tip. He hands me the key and leaves. I open the door to hear romantic music playing, candles lit everywhere in the room and dozens of roses on the night stand, the dining table and the dresser. As I approached the limo, the driver opened the door and helped me inside. As we drove, I listened to more romantic music and eagerly wondered who my date was for the evening. My driver opened the door and told me to go inside. He said I would get further instructions once I was inside. As I walk inside, I was approached by the hostess who instructed me to go into the private dining room. I turned around to finally see who my mystery date was and I was so surprised! The man who took the time to pick out my dress, shoes, hosiery, jewelry, perfume, hotel, limo, flowers, music and restaurant was my former high school sweetheart Kevin. I've known and loved this man for over 20 years and only he would be able to pull this off without a hitch. Kevin lives out of state, so he actually flew into town early that morning, to get everything set up. Kevin and I are best friends so he knows me inside and out and he loves me for me. I will never forget that day as long as I live.
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Well I can see how people are mixed up on where to post their entry. For me the date followed a long day at work. I arrived home to find that the kids where staying at friends, supper was on the table, a hot bath was ran and my dear wife of 22 years was dolled up in black stockings, marry widow and heels, with a drink or two under her belt. After helping me out of my work cloths, she settled into the tub scrubbing and messaging my back with scented oils. From there I was directed to lay on the bed for a back rub with candles lighting the room. She went over every part of my body, slow and methodically. As she finished and I rolled over I realized it was no longer her at all! Some how her best friend and her had switched off and I was been offered a chance to have my dreams of a sexual encounter with another woman fulfilled. As I lay on my back my wife re-entered the room and joined us on the bed. The two of them stroked and caressed me as we cuddled and chatted until we fell a sleep arm in arm. We had NO sex at all and I noted in my diary it was the most romantic loving Valentine date we've ever had.
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3/2/2007 9:27 pm |
My Valentine Love 02/14/06 I had admired him for 3 years now, just to shy to speak up, he always smiles at me when we pass in the hallways at work. He is so polite and handsome. Valentines day 2006 he stops me in the hall and hands me a single red rose, then hands me an invitation to dinner as he smiles and walks away. Dinner was at his house in the country. He served Dinner on his closed in patio over looking a wooded valley. The sun was just starting to fade. We spoke very little for he was almost as shy as I. We didn't need words, the glances,smiles and vibes said it all. We sat close and watched a deer move through the trees. A gentle brief silence had us facing each other, then a soft slow kiss took my breath. As the darkness set we went to his living room sofa. He made us a drink and again sat close to me, I was nervous, excited and overwhelmed with butterflies in my stomach but wouldn't give up this moment for anything. Then just as his music started to play a old country love song the passionate urge to feel his kiss again came over me so I leaned over to him and he placed his arms around me and repeated the same kiss as before but this time we didn't let go. The fire and passion we shared for each other had been building for three years. We made that Valentines day Date one that we will remember for the rest if our lives. And on this past Valentines day one year later while sitting on that same sofa he asked me to be his wife. YES
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3/2/2007 7:26 pm |
post 734252 It was this past Valentine's Day. I was chatting with a guy from this website and low and behold we decided to meet. The day happened to that fateful day of love. I didn't want to be alone this year because I wasn't last year but that relationship didn't work out so there I was. We decided to meet at an Italian restaurant. Romantic and cliche at the same time but it worked. I got there first and thought that I was going to be stood up because he was a little late. About 5 minutes later he walks in and picks me out right away. (kinda hard not too being that I was the only black face in the bunch...lol) We did the obligatory smile thing and waited nervously for our table. We got to our table and the ice started to melt. We ordered, made small talk and like I almost always do, dropped food in my chest. They're big and I can't help it. (50DDD) He looked up and smiled and said, "that's okay, we can save it for dessert!" Good answer. Needless to say, "dessert" was exquisite and so was the shower after. We are still together and have "dessert" as often as we can. He's a wonderful guy and we are happy with the arrangement we have. Thank you TSdates.com.
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3/2/2007 4:10 pm |
My first real love, awkard, sweating, anxious, nervous, and hormones in overdrive. I had her in my Geometry class, a sexy sophmore in thick, athletic shape, participating on several high school athletic teams. She had blue eyes, blonde hair, a sweet personality and a hot body. After class, on a Friday, I finally had to make up some excuse to get to know her. I approached her, asking "What was our homework for this weekend", knowing perfectly well what the assignment was. She fumbled around, found the information out of her book, knowing that she was digging me the whole time. The next morning, around 11a.m., outside shooting basketball, I'm told there's a phone call. It's her, and she wants to know if her and her friends can come over. After a half hour her friends leave and we go to a movie, very innocent and my first recolection of "love at first sight". Three months later, after gradually going from kissing, touching and feeling, we were at a friend's house she was housesitting for, watching T.V., when she first wrapped her thick sexy lips around my cock, licking it up and down, up and down, - life was never the same after.
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3/2/2007 2:18 pm |
My most romantic date was on Valentines day a few years ago. It was our first date and he picked me up with a case of Pilsner and said "We're going to the point" The point is a large 'dock' that sits of the Frasier River. The Fraser River is VERY cold in February while it's raining and a windy. I sat on the steps in the middle of the dock silently sipping my Pilsner, with my date, shivering my butt off. I kept hinting that it was cold and 20 dropped hints later he put his arm around me and five minutes after he asked if we could leave because it was too cold. We drove around in circles with our conversation "What do you want to do?" "I dunno what do you want to do?" Finally we settled on going to his place where we sat slowly tangling our limbs together sipping our Pilsner, and watching The Simpsons. That night was my first grown up kiss from a male. We sat there for hours tangled and sneaking kisses while getting drunk. When it was time for me to go home I went to put on my shoes and noticed they smelled really bad. I checked the bottom and realized I had stepped in a huge pile of dog crap. I told him with a tomato face and he replied "Oh, thank god. I was so worried it was you and I like you" I was mortified and had tracked dog crap through his place. There definitely wasn't roses, candles or a fancy dinner. No picturesque beaches or excessive displays of affection. It was my idea of the perfect evening, staying in, drinking beer and watching The Simpsons with company you enjoy. It was draped in awkward, unsure, teenage moments but every endearing moment felt like magic. It's not novel romance but it was romance for me and we dated for a year after.
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3/2/2007 11:24 am |
It was 09th Feb . I mean some days before Val's day.I had been here on this site for Ayear plus and never found a true love that I ever longed for.I got a mail from an australian man on the 10th and on the 11th i sent back my mail to him as to appreciate his interest in me. We sent mails often to each other here on this site at least 3 mails in a day. This love grew so fast and i taught it was all a dream. On the evening of 13th He asked me what i wanted for val and i told him i wanted him to come over to my country to spend the day together. To my greatest surprise in the eve of 14th i recieved an international call and lo it was him at my international airport in Nigeria.I was amazed and very excited. At about 12noon on val's day i was alone, but at about 10pm I was with the man of my dream.And it was a nice time at Federal Palace Hotel Victoria Island.Now we are planning for a long term relationship. Thanx to PASSION.COM THEY MADE MY DREAM COME TRUE.
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3/2/2007 11:19 am |
Well, here goes. My bloke is a very sweet and caring guy, as well as horny! So a couple of years ago I decided to spoil him for valentines. I had an idea that I would love to have a barbershop quartet visit him on valentines and sing him a smoochy song, but when I checked out prices it was £800 for one song! Phew! Gave up on that idea. Was just starting to panic a couple of days before when something on the radio made me sit up. They had a competition where you had to describe how romantic your partner was - and the winner won a barbershop quartet to go to their place of work on valentines! Result! So I rang up and truthfully told them how great he was, with sunset picnics and flowers all the time and such. And I won! I could hardly speak to him all weekend before the day for fear of blurting it out. Best of all, the event was gonna be live on the radio and he worked at a building society in a big shopping centre at the time, so a quiet word in his bosses ears made sure that they were all there and it was recorded. The radio station interviewed me on the day as I couldn't be there and I happened to let slip that my pet name for matt was 'lovemonkey'. So this quartet turns up in the middle of the shopping centre at lunchtime, passes him a rose and a card and sings him 2 songs on air, as well as making him tell the world what i called him. Brilliant! To top it off I then sent him a massive bunch of balloons including a big monkey with love heart boxers on an hour later (when he'd calmed down) then took him out for dinner at a swanky restaurant and bought him a special edition book that he really wanted. I then took him home and we romped till morning! Ive never been able to beat that so this year I bought him a remote control love egg (for me really!) and called up a friend on valentines night for a bit of fun in my new lingerie. good times!
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1 post 3/2/2007 11:08 am |
there she was the love of my life at a distance in my past angered by heresay and not trusting my affection and yes I've told here endlessly I love you so only to be turned away like a begger what can I do to show her I mean it sure she tried dating others but I was in her thoughts being she is my aunts roomate and friend I poured out my heart to my aunt but didn't get the closure I was looking for feeling heartbroken I ask myself how can she make me feel this way my friends look at me and say what's wrong you don't look happy and I spilled my guts only to be told if you are true show it go to her so I did only to find out she needed immediate surgery and it hit me she's worried that she won't make it and I stay at the hospital telling the doctors if she needs a donor for anything I will give my life for hers and she heard this and smiled saying your so crazy so I took her hand and said no matter what you think about me I'll always love you and I know everything is gonna be ok I want you to be happy even if you don't want me and at that moment my eyes watered up she recovered after surgery that last hospital day I went to the hospital kitchen and talked to the dietician to send an empty plate to here room while she had her family and friends visit I delivered her valentine a diamond ring with a picture of me kneeling then I knelt at her beside and and asked will you take my broken heart and mend it as my wife because my life does'nt matter if your not part of it will you marry me sliding the ring on her finger she got a hot flash and said yes... then suddenly the phone started ringing and I was awake it was her calling me wishing a happy valentine and I told her everytime I see and hear you its valentine's day so I asked for her hand and she accepted now we're engaged and I will cherish her with all my might til death do us part.....
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Valentine's Day my wife of 19 years came home from work, tired and depressed, I failed to send her flower's earlier that day. She walks in the house,takes her coat and shoe's off and walks out into the kitchen and finds a note on the table that reads, "Go into the bathroom, there's a surprise waiting for you" She does, she finds the tub has been drown, bubble bath, steamy hot as she likes it. She finds an second note on the side of the tub that reads, "Relax and Enjoy" Shes does just that. She stayed in until the water started to cool. When she come's back out into the kitchen she find's her favorite meal and a bottle of chilled wine sitting on the table with soft scented candles burning and a third note that reads, "Sit down and place the blindfold over your eyes" She does as asked of her. In the background she her the music start, soft and low music all from the 70's, all love songs, all our favorite music. I walked up behind her and place a dozen long stem roses in front of her then whispered into her ear, remove the blindfold. As she takes the rose's from me she turns with tears in her eyes, wraps her arms around me and said, All day I thought you forgot, I just smiled and said nothing. We had an awsome dinner, if I do say so myself since I spent most of the afternoon cooking it. While enjoying the our meal we talked and reminisced of the last 19 years, all the up's and down's, good time's along with the bad and found reason after reason why we stilled loved one another like we did when we first fell in love. After we eat I got up and asked her to wait here, I went into our bedroom, got undressed, laid down on our bed and covered myself in rose peddles. I call to her, she come's in and gets a huge grin on her face, I ask her, "Care to join me" She replies, "Hell Yeah" She quickly takes off her robe and lays down on our bed beside me. I turn to the night stand and grabbed a bottle of hot oil, I tell her to roll over and started to pour it all over her back. Slowly I caressed it into her already soft skin, she is almost to the point of falling asleep, in a deep relaxed state of mind, I whisper in her ear, "Make love to me like it was our first time" Ohhhh what I night!
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1 post 3/2/2007 7:07 am |
One summer a few years ago, I was invited to a beach resort on the Mediterrean coast of Morocco to spend the summer with a group of friends. On the beach one day, a girl, about 20 or 21 showed up. She was wearing a black bikini and looked to be a perfect size 4 or 5 with a beautiful face, chest and ass. I remmember thinking she looked liked a younger version of those "Bain de Soleil" commercial models, if anyone remembers those. We met and, it turns out, our circle of friends overlapped. She worked as a singer at the resort that summer, and her signature song was "Summertime." We spent a lot of time together, but she had a boyfriend who she was devoted to, who was also there. No opportunity for intimacy arose. As luck would have it, we both ended up going to Paris later that summer, and agreed to get together for dinner. I learned that she had broken up with her boyfriend, and, so, I was excited about the possibilities the eening held. We started olding hands through dinner and getting a lot more physically and verbally flirtatious. After dinner, she thanked me, and said that she wanted to return the favor and make the night special for me. She took me to a jazz club where she knew the owner and she asked him for permission to sing a song. Onstage, she acknowledged me as good friend and dedicated the song "Summertime" to me. She took me to thre other clubs in Paris that night, and at each one, she got onstage and sang "Summertime" and dedicated it to me to in honor of our summer long experience together playing on the beach. No one has ever done anything so romantic for me since. Awesome memory, and just the beginning of the rest of our summer together. Maria, wherever you are, thank you, and I'll never forget.
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3/2/2007 3:49 am |
.....My date started out in horrors, My love went to the airport to pick-up her sister in the middle of the night. Because of the weather, I couldn't get the flowers and card before Valentines day. So in the early morning, I drove off the mountain to the town in the valley for these gifts of celebration. I went to a specialty shop to see if I could find something special. They were not open yet, so returning to my car, I found I locked my keys in the car. So in the blowing snow and cold...I walked four miles to get to a friend who could drive me home to get the extra set. After getting everything ready, I got a call from her, she was stranded on the ice on top of Lookout mountain, which is on the other side of the valley. I drove up there, but it was treacherous to say the least. After some time and effort, I got both of them in my car. As we drove off, it started to snow heavily, so we were stuck up there. There are no stores, hotels up there, it is very rural. With night fast approaching, and no way to get down, I had but one choice...to find a rental cabin, and break in, it was either that or freeze to death in the car. I drove to where I knew there were some cabins......There was knowone around, I knew sometimes they keep the door keys hidden near the front doors. I did manage to find the keys to two cabins. We set up her sister in one, made sure she had food and all. Then we went into the one for us....The power was out so we used candles for light and gathered wood for the fireplace for heat...It had been a trying day, but with the candle light and the glow of the fire, and a bottle of wine we found, soon the days endevers became a distant memory. We laughed at the situation, hugged and cried, but we exchanged our gifts, sat near the fire, drank our wine, then snuggled up for a most romantic evening. The peaseful solitude, knowing there could be no interuptions, the wine, the love, the flickering fire. No it was not Hawaii, and the grandest hotel, but it was our paradise. The moment was so special,...we did not make love that night, just laying in front of the fire, watching the mounting snow, was intoxicating enough. But soon we fell asleep in each others arms. The next morning, the fire had gone out, no food left...there was only our mad passion to keep us warm and to satisfy our hungry desires. By the time we were finished, the snow had let up, and it was safe to go home. We left a note and some payment for our time there. It had been a day and night to remember always.
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1 post 3/1/2007 10:44 pm |
My most romantic date was with my wife-who at the time was my extramarital affair girlfriend.I started by renting a hotel room for Wednesday/Wednesday night.I then stocked the room with wine(chilled on ice),soft rope,oranges in the 'fridge,massage oil on the nightstand, rose petals on the bed, roughly 12 aromatic candles placed around the room,and a rose taped to the outside of the room door. I then took a Manila envelope and enclosed:door pass for the room,a stem rose,romantic card, and a letter asking my gal to meet me at the specific hotel any time on Wednesday and finding the room on the first floor by the special clue.I then went to her place of work and gave her the envelope and returned to the room to wait. At about 11am,the door opened and there stood a very happy,beautiful woman! After hugging and kissing I proceeded to undress her slowly and intimately.I then used the oil and gave her a complete body massage.She in turn did the same for me.The next thing I did was a fantasy she had revealed to me. I asked her to lay on the bed on her back.I then used the rope to tie her to the posts of the bed in a spread eagle style.Using a couple rose buds I brushed her body softly (to cause a light tickling sensation). At this point I then took two chilled oranges and squeezed the juice on her while kissing and licking her body!After untying her, she tied me to the bed and used two more oranges on me.WOW!What a wonderful feeling-cold sweet juice and I couldn't move.She then proceeded to tease me by bringing her breasts and pussy close to me but just out of my reach.She then untied me and we had the most powerful sex!! We had some wine and some more sex.Then we went for some dinner and came back to the room for more hugs,kisses,and sex until late evening.At this point(unfortunately),we had to go home to our spouses.But not before making plans to meet back at the room in the morning before going to work.We figured why let a good room go to waste. We are now married to each other and we still have frequent sexcapades like the above.It is wonderful to have a romantic/sex addict like her to go share life with!! GREATJEWELS----Doug and Bonita Miller
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3/1/2007 10:31 pm |
"Valentines Day" Since I had an Exam the day after Valentines Day, I didn't get to see my girlfriend until the next day. I know your thinking to yourself, he didn't spend Valentines Day with his girlfriend because of a stupid Exam?! The truth is I'm a premed student and I want to get into a great medical school. So I had 2 dozen pink roses (her favorite) delivered to her on February 14th. The following day I took her out to dinner to make up for not being with her on Valentines Day. After dinner she spoke with her mom and told me that her mom got in a big fight with her dad and was getting a hotel for the evening. Her mom wanted my girlfriend to come talk to her because she was very upset. So following dinner we went to the hotel and I was waiting in the car outside while she went to talk to her mom. My girlfriend calls me after 10 minutes and says come up to room 323 my mom wants to talk to you. So I go up to the room and she answers the door.. She said my face was priceless.. Apparently I'm a little more naive than I thought because she answered the door in the sexiest lingerie I've ever seen! She grabbed me and pulled me into the room faster than you pull up your pants when your girlfriends dad walks in on you So I was a little naive but the rest of the night was unforgettable. We had a whipped cream and chocolate syrup fight in the bath tub. We took a bottle of wine from the bar downstairs which ended up being bad and tasting like vinegar but we managed to have fun even without the alcohol. The best part was the next morning when I woke up on the bed with a blanket, since that rarely happens. I love my girlfriend.
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3/1/2007 10:16 pm |
My most romantic date was actually a trip that started when a man I loved called me and asked me to come to Hawaii to be with him. He was in the military and I was 17 and still in school (my senior year) but I decided I was going to go. It was supposed to be a 1 week get reacquainted trip to decide if we still loved each other enough to make another go of it and talk about getting married again. I had problems getting a flight it was 1980 and the end of March. I finally got a flight out later than I was supposed to be and had to make several calls to get the message through. Finally I get to Hawaii and I see my man. Lee was stretched out on the car and when he saw me coming toward him he came to me and wrapped me in a big bear hug. I was so glad to be with him and it felt so right. We spent the first few days sleeping on the beach watching the sun rise and set...walking through the waves barefoot...collecting sea shells and playing in the sand... making love listening to the waves of the beach make a great crescendo to our passion. We laughed, loved and made everything that happened feel as if it were for the first time. After a couple of days we decided he needed an apartment, I could not come on base with him. He was in the barracks... too many men and just one me. So we found an apartment on the side of a cliff with a field of wild flowers behind it. We walked through those flowers and he picked some for me. We made it feel like home. We went to a party one night and I got sick....too many hours of drinking and other things....so we went home...I couldn’t walk so he carried me to our apartment up two flights of stairs. I felt ill so he sat beside me, holding back my long hair and putting cold clothes on me. I felt better we went to bed and made love all night. I woke up to the most romantic site I have ever seen....my lover had gotten out of bed and gone to the field of flowers and picked all colors and types of flowers and had them spread all over the bed around me. He leaned down and kissed me and told me I deserved all the beauty in the world. He had made breakfast which we took out on the balcony. He slipped the second engagement ring on my finger...he did not want to use the first one he had given me...and told me I was the woman in his heart, his mind and his soul always. I was about to cry and he kissed me, I said yes. This has set a standard hard for men since him to reach...a romantic man indeed!
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3/1/2007 10:07 pm |
This is based on events that took place in the fall of last year. It really happened to me. I just moved to connecticut from maryland after a long, difficult break up with my ex-boyfriend. I was still in love but we had to be apart and so I put the distance between us. He called me to say that he would be visiting and I should get us a room. I reserved the VIP room at the Ethan Allen hotel for one night only.I got the special package which included a bouquet of 12 roses, a fruit, crackers, cheese, a bottle of their best champagne and breakfast in bed for two the next morning. The room had a king size poster bed and a heart shaped jaccuzzi tub with jets. I sprinkled all the rose petals all over the sheets and in the tub. When he arrived, we made love on the rose petal covered sheets and it was our best because we knew it was our last time together. We fed each other berries, cheese and champagne. When we were sated, we went to the restaurant and had a candle lit dinner. We talked for what seemed to be forever about the good times and the new things that we had going on. We walked around hand in hand, exchanging stolen glances and just enjoying our new-found appreciation for each other. We went back to the room and he told me he would leave for Maryland that same night. I begged him to stay the night but he couldn't even though he wanted to. As he packed his things to leave, I ran some hot water into the heart-shaped, rose petal covered tub. I slipped my bright red dress and lingerie off, slid into the tub and turned on the jets. I gave him another pleading look that he couldn't refuse, so with a wonton groan, he joined me again. Once again we made love but this was the best of all because it fulfilled my life long fantasies: Rose petals, a tub with jets, and the love of my life giving me multiple orgasms. Just like most good things, this too came to an end. Now he really had to go. I walked outside with him on bare feet into the dark rainy night and I didn't care that I had no umbrella. One more time I begged him not to go, I even thought about following him with nothing but he refused. I stood there and watched him drive away after our final kiss goodbye. I couldn't stop the tears as they ran down my cheeks. I kept staring after him as he drove into the distance hoping he would drive back and say that everything would be okay. He stopped for a moment but then he kept going and neither turned nor came back. I never saw him again, but I never stopped loving him.
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In our room at our hotel we have a bathroom that is very, very fancy!! Which has a very nice bathtub and the room is full of mirrors. And some of the mirrors are on angles, which gives us nice views of things as they happen.So we take a bath togetherChampagne is sitting on there edge of the tub as we enjoy the hot water together. You are laying back against the back surface of the tub, and I am laying in front of you with my back resting against your chest. You are rubbing my shoulders and I start wiggling against you in the hot water. Soon I want you again, and as I feel you getting hard I rise up a bit and impale myself on your rigid cock. You can feel me slide all the way down on it, and my muscles squeeze you very tight. I start moving on you so slow but so firm..... and then you have a great idea. Our bath has a little nozzle kind of like those on some kitchen sinks. You can hold it and move it and aim it to spray where you want. As I fuck you slow, up and down on your rock hard cock in the water, you take the little nozzle and aim it at my pussy under water. The stream of water from the spray hits my clit while I am humping you furiously... it is driving me crazy! I get frantic against you and cummmm screaming and yelling and gasping for breath. It was so wonderful for me!! But you don't let go there - after I ease up off of you, you sit me on the edge of the tub and eat me, spraying the water just so to keep me totally excited. I cumm and cumm and cumm with the new sensation of the water and your tongue, not to mention that I can watch you do your work from all new angles in the mirrors..... By now, I am so ready for some more beef. I say, babe ," I want you in that sweet spot. I want all of you in my bottom and I want to watch!" So you stand me up and bend me over the bathroom counter.Slowly you press your recovered hard shaft against me - right there. I look in the mirrors and see - I can see everything from that one in the corner. I gasp at how wonderful it looks to see you sliding into me so deep ......so wonderful ....... SISSY
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My husband loves watching me expose myself to other men. I love to see how excited a guy gets seeing something he's not suppose to see. When we go out and find the right guy I usually go all the way. Our favorite thing to do is go where there are a lot of guys I like to wear a short skirt that is full so a breeze will pick it up. We often go to the forest preserves and I walk down by the water by the guys fishing. My husband stays back and just watches. I like when the guy is sitting down. I really enjoy walking up to him; close enough so he can look up my skirt at my shaved pussy. I will just stand there and talk, until he makes some sort of sexual remark. If I am lucky he will get his nerve up and start touching me. It's so nice getting fucked out in the open with the warm breeze flowing over your body with a good looking stranger fucking you like you are the last he will ever get. I love letting men see you, but I must admit letting a guy see your pussy lets say as you are sitting on a bar stool could cause problems with the other females in the lounge. SISSY
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3/1/2007 2:20 pm |
The most romantic date that I would wish for my wife would be to start her day off with the kids spending the weekend with the grandparents to remove the daily stress of parenting. I would cook and serve my lover a breakfast of western omelet, bacon, toast, and a home-brewed cappuccino. After breakfast, I tell her to dress comfortable for her special day and of course she asks me where we are going but that’s my secret. I drive her to the local spa where I have already booked her an appointment. Once she has changed into a robe, the manicurist leads her to the back for a manicure and pedicure (which she really enjoys). Afterwards, a masseuse will give her a massage using hot rocks to work out the kinks and the built up stress from being a special educational assistant and a mother of two. The masseuse is good and time seems to stop for her. She is definitely relaxed and satisfied with her day so far. By now it is time to enjoy a light midday lunch at one of her favorite restaurants. We talk about everything things and keep the conversation animate and bright. She is still curious about the rest of the day and tries to trick me into letting her in on the details but I know the anticipation is the best part of the day. I now drive her to one of the shopping districts in a nearby city to go cloth shopping for her. This is something that she rarely gets to do with the kids demanding so much of her attention. She takes advantage of the time to look and try on many of the outfits that catch her eye and mine. The afternoon passes quickly and as we leave the stores, I turn the opposite direction of home. Again my lover inquires of our next destination but she soon finds out that I have booked a room for the night at one of the higher end hotel in the city. At her protest that she isn’t prepared to stay a night away from home, I reach into the trunk and pull out a suitcase that I had packed the night before. We are shown our room and I tell her to go get ready for dinner that night. As she is showering, I call room serves and order dinner to be delivered in two hours so that I have time to get ready and she isn’t rushed. She finishes getting ready and right on time; dinner is delivered to the room. My lover doesn’t understand why we are not going out but on a special night, I have eyes only for her. The meal is excellent and now comes the best part of the night. It isn’t about the sex or getting lucky, we spend the night cuddling and talking and enjoying the time spent with each other.
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1 post 3/1/2007 12:04 pm |
Okay, well before i tell the story there are a few things you should know. We were married in October of last year, so we are still in our "honeymoon" phase. Everyday is like valentines day for us in that we are always surprising each other with our love. It's hard to choose just one date to tell on here, since almost all have been enchanting! My husband is the most romantic man i have ever encountered. So, on with the story... We had been dating for a few months, and I had already moved into his place. One day he suggests for dinner that we go to the food court at the mall, my thoughts were, "why would we wanna eat there?" I could think of a million other places that would have been suitable for us to eat out at, but okay. We went to the mall and on our way in there was a Kay's Jewelers close to the entrance so he leads me in to the shop, and asks the lady if we could look at engagement rings! My eyes lit up! we had talked about getting married and of course he knew i would say yes! so we picked out my engagement ring as well as his wedding band and mine. It took about a week to get the rings, but wouldn't let me wear it until he properly proposed. So, i come home from work one day to find him with the ring in his hand down on one knee. He looks up at me and says, " You have made me the happiest man ever since you came into my life, and i feel so lucky to have you, would you marry me?" I of course, with a tear in my eye said, "yes! of course i will!" I never thought this level of happiness existed in real life. I always thought it only happened in fairy tales. But, now i know it does exist and anyone who says it doesn't, they haven't found the right one. I just hope that if i am dreaming, i never want to wake up.
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A year ago I appeared on a TV variety show as a part-time modern & jazz dancer. It was a family show on Valentine's Day with an audience. After the shoot, the audience were allowed to approach the TV personalities to chat and mingle. A young girl of 11 years old passed all the personalities and came towards me in the background to chat. She told me that she was hoping to be a professional dancer one day and was trying to get into the French Opera School. She asked me for my home address to send me a post card. I received a few when she was on holiday. On Valentine's Day this year I was sitting at home. The usual SMS messages came from guys on TSdates.com that were hoping to date and I was thinking how these greetings were so impersonal and how it was so much fun when I was younger to receive a nice Valentine's Card. I started to open my postal mail. It was all bills and every single one was a reminder. I was moping as it was going to be another month with worries. I was asking myself why I had ever decided to become a dancer; to put myself through 6 years of mental & physical torture at The Royal Ballet School in London? Here I was earning a pittance after so much effort. On the TV shows we are the lowest of the low. Few people respect us or show interest in the dancers apart from guys wanting to spend the night with us because of our nimble bodies. I was really questioning my choice of profession and the tears were running down my cheeks. From under the pile of bills I glanced through the publicity brochures to trash them when I noticed a big colourful envelope. It was obviously written by a kid as it was covered in handrawn flowers. Inside was a beautiful home-made Valentine's Card from the young girl that I had met a year before. She must have spent hours drawing it, with many ballerinas and drawings of my dancing as she remembered me. She wrote, " I love you. I am going to be like you when I grow up. Every day I think about you when I dance." She told me that she had failed the entrance exam into the Opera dance school shortly after meeting me and was heart-broken and wanted to forget it all. Then she remembered my advice about never giving up and had decided to work so hard last year, and only a few days before she received confirmation that she had now been accepted ! I was so happy for her as she brought back all the dreams I had at her age. Here I was, just an ordinary dancer, and this young girl was dreaming about being just like me ! To make her dream like that gave me all the strength I needed to carry on with my passion. It was the best Valentine's Day ever and I keep her card preciously. Your posting was deleted from the Most Romantic Date Contest Entries because it exceeded the 500 word maximum. If you would like to re-enter the contest, in order for your entry to be considered, please ensure it is more than 200 words but less than 500 words before posting it again.
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3/1/2007 10:18 am |
OCT. 2005, my boyfriend had asked me to marry him and I of course said yes. We went looking for and engagement ring and found the perfect one , but I was disappointed when it was way more than we could afford so we let the whole subject slide till a later date. FEB. 2006, He asked me to come to dinner at his house and so I went. After a great dinner he told me he had a new magic trick he wanted to show me so I said ok. He took me into the computer room, sat me in the chair and put on our song, "I knew I loved you" by Savage Garden...I fell in love with him all over again ...he asked me what is the one thing that I wanted more than anything, and I said, "that engagement ring." He pulled out a piece of paper with a picture of the ring on it and asked, "this ring?" A little ticked he was making light of my feelings I said yes. He took the paper and folded it in half and in half again and in half a third time. He put the paper in my hands and told me to rub the paper and wish for what I wanted. Really mad that he was making fun now, I did it. He then told me to open the paper and when I did...there was my ring It was then that I realized he was already down on one knee, he took the ring, put it on my finger and asked me again to marry him ...I cried like a baby and was the happiest woman in the word that night
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3/1/2007 7:48 am |
My most romantic date was not for Valentines Day, it was for my birthday. He calls and tells me that he is going to be late because something happened and he has to run into work for a little bit. Mind you it is a weekend and we both work during the week. I thought this was a bit odd, but occasionally the weekend is used to play catch up. I didn't think anything of it and continued to get ready. He wouldn't tell me where we were going or what we were even doing. I ran to the mall earlier and bought a new pair of heels to go with my lingerie I was planning on wearing for the evening anyway and now I had a complete outfit, a nice present for him as well. I was getting turned on by trying on shoes and had to take care of myself while waiting for him and decided to open my new toy I purchased earlier in the week with a girlfriend of mine at the adult book store. It was great thinking of all the things he might try to pull off that night. We had discussed so many things I wasn't sure what we were going to do. Around 8, he picks me up and we head to dinner, I was wearing a sexy black dress that showed just the right amount of cleavage. We ate dinner at a small little restaurant and I ran my toes up his leg to his crotch feeling his warm cock twitch. He pushed into my foot moaning slightly. "You better be careful or you are going to get part of your present early my dear." I smiled and continued playing with his cock and felt his member get hard. I reached over and unzipped his pants and give him a hand job under the table. No one but the two of us knew what was going on. As we walked toward the exit he pulled me toward the bathroom and into the hallway and forced me to the wall. I could feel his hard cock against me as he kissed me. He whispered, "I want you, right now" into my ear as I rubbed his cock through his pants. His hand was fingering my wet pussy under my dress and he pushes me into the men's room. He guides me into the stall. We fuck hard and fast. He turns me around and fucks me from behind. We leave the restaurant with a satisfied smile. As we drive down the road he says, "Now for the actual surprise I planned." He pulls into a hotel. We get to our room. He was not at work after all. He set the room with candles, flower petals, strawberries, champagne, whipped cream, and lots of other goodies. There was a hot tub in the corner filled with rose petals. The night was amazing and never forgotten from there. Nothing has compared to it yet.
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My most romantic date although not on valentines day was in the summer of 97' this guy I was seeing at the time was amazing had a great body full of muscles and had the brains to go with them, and always open to new things. On the way to his house to watch some movies we spotted a little waterfall from the side of the road and desided to check it out. Walking up the path to get to the falls we couldn't keep our hands off one another and one thing leading to another we ended up having the most passionate sex on one of the huge flat rocks at the bottom of the falls. With the water gleaming on our naked bodies it excited us more and more and then just the feel of his hot and hard cock sliding in and out of my hot wet pussy was just everso blissfull, and feeling my pussy tighten around his cock made it even better. Everytime he felt me tighten he would push harder and deeper till we couldn't take it anymore. We both exploded with passion and laid on the rocks together for what seemed hours. Holding eachother close smelling the fresh sex and feeling the water run over our feet was the best, and something I will never forget. We slowly made it back to his car and to his house. When we got there I didn't think it could get any better but it did. He had set up a romantic dinner for two. Roses, candles, the linens, fine china, the works needless to say I don't remember much of dinner and I think we skipped the movie and went right for dessert
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3/1/2007 6:30 am |
He had just called me. We had only seen each other on camera and talked on the phone for three years. He was finally driving to see me and would be here today. My body felt like it was pulsating and ready to explode, knowing in eight hours he would be exploring my body with his hands and tongue in a prelude to pleasing me to the point of ecstatic release. We had met online playing Everquest and had cyber sex and exchanged exotic photos to the point of going insane if we didn't soon give our bodies to each other. The long wait for his arrival ended when he pulled into my work parking lot and I saw him begin to walk toward me through the glass door, smiling broadly. All thoughts vanished except the anticipation of loving him, touching him, taking him into my mouth. I saw nothing but him as he walked inside. Visions of orgasm after orgasm, the smell of passionate sex and the feeling of love after climax filled my thoughts. He approached me in the lobby and I took his hand pulling him gently into an office and locking the door behind us. I felt him slam me against the wall and his hands went to my breast and slid down my waist and to my ass. I squirmed with delight. He grasped my butt and pulled me firmly to his hardness as we began to grind our bodies against each other, my hand finding his hard dick. Suddenly we caught our breath and quickly left my office and he followed me home arriving within minutes. I played with my pussy as I drove. When we parked, we said nothing. We held hands and I led him up the stairs. I unlocked the door as his arms encircled my waist from behind, his fingers sliding between my legs. We stumbled inside and within seconds, we undressed each other by the door, clothes lieing in a pile by our feet. I took his hand and placed it on my shaved pussy. I barely remember making it to the living room couch. As he sat down I straddled him and guided his large throbbing manhood slowly inside my waiting wetness. The heat of our meeting inside me was unbelievably pleasureable as I had always expected he would feel. He raised his hips pushing up as far as my body would allow. Moaning and other sounds of pleasure emancipated from both of us. After several of his thrusts I tightened my pussy which caused him to explode. As he released his flow, I began moving my hips slowly. My body quivered and then violently circled and pushed down on him. I had a long slow cum. A moan from his lips told me he had finished squirting. I took him in my mouth and sucked his cum, loving the taste. We still fuck like this today.
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3/1/2007 5:41 am |
The mose romantic moment in my life is, when i had a dream come true. It's a long story and i don't know where to start, but it start like this, i love starring and taking pictures of my self, and i sometimes hang my picture or try to paste them in my room, Due to the fact my mother always encourage me to take pictures and paste them in her office, where i will be notice. Then this Val's day, i had a date with my boyfriend, actually i did not want to go, because i did not feel like going out, but i felt i have to please him because it was an occasion day. The rules for the date was that, he will be there before i get there, and when i got there, I saw a big parcel with so many ribbons,a card and big chocolate as well, but still i did not know what was in the big parcel. The right moment arrived, when i have to unveil the parcel, and there was "I" I was "Painted". I was my self been paint, at first, i did not really recognize my self, due to excitement. When i came back to my self i realize the image looks just like me. The First Time Ever, seeing my self hang on a wall.
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2/28/2007 9:30 pm |
Lisa and I had been co-workers for about five years. One evening I walked her to her car and we kissed and hugged each other. I asked her out and she said yes. I drove to her house and picked her up and on the way into town we chose not to dine in. Were smokers. We drove by a soccer field where a game was going on. We bought some burgers and fries and went back to see the game. I parked a ways away from all other cars. Soon I asked her to explain the rules of soccer. She looked me right in my eyes and explained. As she talked I drew closer and began kissing her. Then we kissed even longer. Once we had eaten, Lisa moved over and sat side saddle in my seat. She leaned back and we continued kissing and caressing each other. My cock got hard and she felt it against her leg. Lisa unzipped my pants and pulled out my hard cock. We kissed as she stroked my dick. I put my hand inside of her bra and unvailed her nipples. I kissed her tits and tried to remove her pants. She said, No, not here. She got back into her seat and leaned over my cock. She took my cock into her mouth and let me cum in her face and mouth. We cleaned up and dressed and I took her home. I still don't know the rules of soccer.
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2/28/2007 6:31 pm |
Our Valentine actually took place one month after the twin towers fell, a time when everyone needed shoulders to cry on and arms to support and stand strong. We had been communicating with each other on an adult chat server for approximately 6 months, went from being friends who talked about our pending divorces to something more. I am from Canada, he is from Australia - we gradually found we had a great deal in common and this led to hours chatting calling each other on the phone which led to huge phone bills. After several more weeks of “getting to know each other”, we began to fall in love with each other’s personality so he decided to come for a visit...that lasted 6 mths. Who knew something so amazing could actually happen from that distance. After the very long 24 hr plane ride and a custom’s interrogation, he entered the departure area only to catch my eye instantly. I didn’t need the sign that I had made to introduce myself, as we knew each other immediately. It is because of this very moment that we absolutely believe in Love at First Sight...it was electric. I nearly knocked him over as I threw my arms around his neck when he approached me. I grabbed his free hand and we headed to the car, staring at each other. Once we got there, it was at that very moment that we finally stopped for the longest kiss I had every experienced. We drove out of the airport and headed toward Niagara Falls, knowing that we had a hotel room with a Jacuzzi Tub waiting for us. The drive was the longest one ever as we couldn't stop touching each others faces, hands, lips. Finally, we make it to our room and within seconds we were making love in the tub over and over again. It was after this that we decided to get dressed and go for a midnight walk to see the lights on the falls before they turned them off. This was his first experience with Niagara and we shared that moment in a quiet peace. I think it was about 2am before we made it back to our room and our bed, only to fall asleep in each other’s arms, more secure and happy than we had been in our lives. We have now been together for 6 yrs and happily married 3 1/2 of the 6. All I can say is that it was absolutely the BEST first date EVER!
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2/28/2007 6:06 pm |
I'm not sure if this is the most romantic date, but here it goes. It sure does feel like the most romantic date that I have ever had. I was about 16/17 I think and I went on my first "date" to the movies. This was my first time I had ever been out with a girl alone, because my parents would not let me. So I go out with this girl from my work, she is totally hot and beautiful in every way that I can remember. I actually went with some friends to the movies, but they all bailed on me and she and I were alone. In that theater, watching "Spiderman" when it first came out, it was the first time she touched my hand. I had never had a girl touch my hand before, and now that I look back at it she was giving me all the signals that I totally did not pick up on that night. She kept pushing my shoulder off the arm-rest and telling me how she felt, but I did not pick up on that. So anyways, we share a soda and then she comes close to me and says, "Do I always have to make the first move"? Now I was totally feeling like an idiot, but you know this was my first date, and I never had held hands even with a girl. But something about that night, that moment which captured my heart...I will never forget it. She held my hand really tight, and I had to wipe my hand off because it became sweaty, but I did not care, I was glad to hold her hand. So after this movie ends, we take a walk outside, "downtown disney" and she and I go into a few shops, just happy that we can hold hands in public and be together. I felt like I owned the world that night. Inevitably, I walk her to her car and I tell her I have to get to my car. Now, she is trying to kiss me, but I'm still not getting these signals because it was my first time. We did not even talk much, but just stared at each other. So then as I am checking out her stereo in her car, and it is a real nice stereo system she pulls down my shirt near my chest and kisses me. And I am talking full tongue, at first I was really shocked and was like so this is what I see on tv all the time. I was kind of nervous, like should I move my tongue or just have her move hers. I am still not sure if I learned to kiss that night or just got an epiphany, but that night I went home so excited. I could not sleep, in fact i still think about that night. I would give up everything to just go back to that night after the movies.
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2/28/2007 4:38 pm |
I HAVE NEVER RECIEVED FLOWERS NOR BEEN ROMANCED ON VALENTINES DAY WETHER I HAVE BEEN I N A RELATIONSHIP OR NOT. WHY WOULD THIS YEAR BE ANY DIFFERENT? I HAD BEEN TALKING TO A GUY FROM TSdates.com FOR 1-2 WEEKS. OUR CONVERSATIONS WERE VERY INTENSE. WE SPOKE ON A DAILY BASIS ON TSdates.com, SEVERAL TIMES A DAY. WE WERE DUE TO MAKE OUR FIST MEET ON VALENTINES DAY. WE WERE BOTH PETRIFIED AS THE DAYS GREW CLOSER. WE'D GOT ON SO WELL ON OUR CHATS, GOT TO KNOW EACH OTHER SO WELL, WE FELT LIKE WE'D BEEN FRIENDS FOR YEARS. WHAT IF IT ALL FELL APART WHEN WE MET? IT COULDN'T POSSIBLY WE KNEW ALL ABOUT EACH OTHER ALREADY, WE JUST HAD THAT ONE VITAL HURDLE TO OVERCOME, "THE MEET". HE CAME TO MY HOUSE, I DIDN'T REALLY KNOW WHAT TO EXPECT. HE WAS THAT PERSON I HAD GROWN TO LOVE ON CHAT. HE THIS PERSON I NEVER KNEW STOOD AT MY DOOR CLUTCHING A DOZEN RED ROSES. THE MOST ROMANTIC ACT I HAVE EVER ENCOUNTERED, JUST ABUNCH OF FLOWERS, BUT THAT STRANGER HAS GIVEN ME MORE ROMANCE THAN ANY RELATIONSHIP. JUST IN CASE YOU'RE WONDERING, I'M STILL SEEING THAT WONDERFUL MAN FROM TSdates.com.
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2/28/2007 2:38 pm |
One day I asked this girl to go out with me to the movies. She was very pretty and was mourning her boyfriends death, he was 34, and died suddenly. I took her to the movies, and then we decided to drive around for a while. We ended up at the beach and the stars were out in full force. The sky was so beautiful and the waves were sounding in the background. I brought a blanket and put down on the sand. We just sat there on the blanket looking up at the stars and held hands talking about all the things we had been through in life. I instantly fell in love with this woman and had so much compassion for her loses. I decided to cook her dinner that night at my place. I brought out the candles and cooked her steak and lobster. I went all out using my best china, glasses, and silverware. I put on some slow music and we sat there gazing at each other through the candlelight sharing our most secretive moments of our life. I could not believe it. Finally, someone I could share my life with and share all my love that had been locked away for so long. I felt so comfortable with her and knew that I wanted to be with her for the rest of my life! We ended up getting married, but lost her to a car accident a few years ago. I think romance is not only having everything work right such as the stars, candles, dinner, movie, and waves; but, having someone that you can be thoroughly honest with and have such a great time just being yourself. She was from a poor family and a month later on Valentines Day I was so in love that I purchased about 2000 dollars worth of chocolate, stuffed animals, and cards! I had it all on my kitchen table when she got off work. She cried for hours and felt it was the best money I ever spent because I made her feel special.
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On valentines day i got home from work. My man had dinner on the table complete with candles and roses. I had had a rough day at work. So I was happily suprised to find that he had remembered. After dinner, I went to the bedroom, to find another dozen roses on the dresser, and he had run me a hot bath. As I soaked in the tub, he put in my favorite cd. I came out of the bathroom to find him waiting on the bed, in his bathrobe with a bottle of massage oil. He gave me the most erotic massage I have ever had. He started at my feet, I could feel the tension leaving me with each strong stroke of his hand as he worked his way up my calves, and knees and thighs. Then the doorbell rang. My baby said, stay right here, that's the rest of your valentines day gift. I grabbed a sheet to cover myself with. Then in walks Bernie from work, My baby is standing behind him in the doorway with a big grin on his face. It's a good thing I'm black otherwise my face would have turned 3 shades of red. My man says, I know how you always brag about Bernie's famous massages, so I asked him to come show me how to do it for your valentines day gift. Bernie comes over to the bed and pulls down the sheet. My man came to the other side of the bed. Bernie asks me to turn over and begins to tell my man all about the muscles and pressure points in my back. So I close my eyes and relax expecting a great massage. When Bernie got down to my butt cheeks, He said now this muscle relaxes best if you kiss it. He rubbed and kissed on my cheeks, then he let his fingers slide between them. He could feel my warm juices beginning to flow. Before I knew it, my husband was rubbing and kissing on my ass, and Bernie's hand was between my thighs fingering my pussy. I was getting so turned on. Then Bernie said, turn over now. I turned over. Bernie said, wow, I have always admired those nice firm breasts, may I. To my suprise, my husband said, why don't you give them your special touch. Bernie took my breasts and cupped them in his hand and licked my nipples ever so softly, This was driving me crazy. In the mean time, my husband decided he would massage my clit and already moist pussy. Then almost at the same time Bernie started sucking my breasts and my husband started sucking my clit. Oh God, this felt so good. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, my baby started fingering my pussy and playing around my asshole with his fingers. I had Bernie's dick in my hand and it was really hard by now. He knew I wanted it, so he moved up near my head on his knees so I could get to it to suck it. Oh man this felt good. Bernies dick in my mouth, my man eating my pussy while playing with my ass. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter, soon I would not be able to hold this orgasm back anymore. Then my baby told me to turn over, Bernie pulled out of my mouth, and I got on all fours. Ooh my favorite position, I could feel my man's hard dick penetrating my tight pussy, Oh God I love this dick. It feel so good inside me, it's like it was made to perfectly fit inside my pussy. It feels sooo good. Bernie was on his knees as well, and he took my head and guided it back to his dick. But my pussy feels so good, I can't concentrate on Bernie's dick right now, so Bernie takes his hand and guides my head to stroke his dick. Oh man it's like I'm getting fucked in the pussy and mouth at the same time. I can't take much of this. My moans are muffled by Bernie's dick in my throat. Then, my baby spanks my ass all of a sudden. Oh shit here I cum. I can't help it man. I feel it from my toes to the tips of my hair. My orgasm feels like it will never stop, and my man just keeps shoving that hard dick in my and spanking my ass, and I just keep cumming. Bernie squirts cum in my mouth, and I just keep cumming. I'm wet, I'm sure the bed is wet. My baby shoves that hard dick in my wet pussy so hard and I can feel his head swell inside me, then he fills me up with his cum. Oh God, what a mess we have made. But this was the best gift my man could have ever given me. Your posting was deleted from the Most Romantic Date Contest Entries because it exceeded the 500 word maximum. If you would like to re-enter the contest, in order for your entry to be considered, please ensure it is more than 200 words but less than 500 words before posting it again.
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I got the call at home, be ready at 7pm. I was told to be dressed to impress. I asked my mother if she could watch my son. She accepted the job willingly, and I rushed to the bathroom to make myself presentable. By the time he arrived, I had showered and primped enough to feel like a new woman; my make-up was flawless, velvet purple mini dress showed every curve, and my 4 inch high heels looked incredible. I took a deep breath and answered the door. The look on his face said it all, he was pleased. He led me to the car and waiting on the passenger seat were two dozen long stemmed white roses. "One for every time you’ve taken my breath away" he said to me. I asked him if we could leave them inside so they wouldn’t wilt and he placed them in the arms of my mother as I settled into the car. Once inside he leaned over and placed a blindfold over my eyes. "I want this to be a surprise" he whispered, and kissed my cheek. We drove, for an eternity, sounds of classical music wafting through the car. When we arrived at our destination, the blindfold was removed. We were at a very nice hotel called the Hyatt Regency, the top floor of which contains a revolving restaurant that overlooks the city. "Are we really eating here? But, it’s so expensive!" I exclaimed to him quietly. He only smiled and guided me inside with a gentle hand on my back. The maitre'd greeted us with a smile, our reservation was in order. We followed him to a table set for two; half a dozen pink roses sat in front of one chair in a beautiful heart shaped vase. Hanging from it was a tiny satin bag tied with a matching pink ribbon. I looked at him and asked, "Is that for me?" He only smiled. The tiny little bag stared at me all the way through dinner and dessert. I tried so hard to pretend it wasn't there. He told me how important I was to him, how proud I made him, how glad he was that I was a part of his life. He told me he loved me and I told him that I loved him just as much. More than I could ever love any other man in the world, I loved the one sitting before me. I told him exactly that, and he grinned. "Open it", he said. I almost leaped out of my chair to get to the vase that held the little bag. I fumbled to get it free of the roses and stems, and finally held in it my hands. I pulled the ribbon apart and reached inside the bag. It held the most beautiful bracelet rosary. It was hand crafted and carved just for me. There was an inscription on the clasp. To My Sweet Darlin Angel, Love Always, Papa. ~Angel
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2/28/2007 8:11 am |
Valentine's Day at University... I was attending class and all my friends passed by warning me about something that had happenend to my car; and everybody was talking about what happenend in the parking lot. My car! Thinking about the worst I fled to see it... and there it was... full of confetti and balloons! with a huge ad in the windscreen saying "I love u and c u at lunch"... He picked me up with roses and a cuddle toy, we went straight to a fab hotel, the big, beautiful room had a huge bed, jacuzzi and a banquet! the table had fruits, snacks, pizza, icecream, juices, drinks, chocolates... and erotic stuff on the bedside table like oils for massage, incense and honey in powder that you can apply to the body with a kind of brush made by soft feathers... even nice music... mmmh. Just remembering it makes me shake... We spend the day and night there, eating, chatting, cuddling, having paused, slow sex and passionate shagging as well, with that sense that the world outside didnt existed... fantastic! I still remember his slow way of kissing and undressing me at the same time... his hands all over my body, warming me up... time passed by at the rythm of our hearts... slowly when we were resting, talking or eating and rushed when we were having sex. Erotic experience due to all the flavours, smells and textures involved... een the cheese strings in the pizza were a sexy invitation to follow them to his mouth... dusted in that honey... or damped in those oils... the wine went directly to charm my stamina and last for hours and hours... Want more explicit details? Some other time!
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It was a quiet morning. I unzipped my zip and pull down my underwear. I was wearing pants and out came my penis hard as a rock. It was long and huge in size. She touched my cock and fondle my bushy hair located around my penis looking like a forest. Slowly, I inserted my cock into her suddenly. Her body jerked and out of no where some liquid flowed out of vaginal. My two hands held tightly onto her buttocks squeezing it and we started to dance with my cock into her. As we dance, I feel the movement of her buttocks and she was squeezing my big bottock tightly and her breathing became heavier.We were wearing our clothes except for the hole that I had created on her mini skirt and her panty with my unzipped pants. As we dance , I could feel that her hole was flowing with liquid and it wet my pants. Soon, she saw my sweat dripping down my neck and she got high. I used my tougue to lick her below your ear. She whispered to my ear that she could not hold on any longer and begged for me to start to move my cock to and fro your vaginal. I wanted to arouse her and carried on dancing. Again, she whispered to my ear that she could not hold on to the liquid and it was coming out soon and she was very itchy. And asked me to start moving my cock so that it could penetrate deep into her to ease the itch. I whispered deep into her ear that if my cock was to go into u , u would not be able to walk the next day. And she let out a faint laugh. I pushed in with all my might and her body suddenly jerked and let out a scream. I was squeezing her buttock so tightly banging into me that her buttock is left with red marks. Our mouth moved towards each other and our tongue started fondling and bond together. She could feel that my condom expanded and she knew that I had come and I could see that her bra was wet with sweat. I did not pull out my cock and let it stay for another half an hour as we lay down on the grass
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2/28/2007 7:53 am |
It was nine am when my husband kissed me on my forehead and woke me up. I smiled up at him and his cock was in my face. I was slightly confused but extremely aroused and that’s when I took him in my mouth. As he hovered over me he gently shoved his hand inside my pussy I almost spat him out as I moaned with tremendous intensity. I sucked him off until I got to taste his sweet, sweet cum. That’s when he kissed me just so he can taste his own nut. I pushed his head down towards my breast and I wrapped my legs around his neck as I forcefully made him lick my pussy! I yelled in passion and I was tossing and turning when I notice a gift neatly wrapped with a gigantic balloon and teddy bear attached. I smiled and push him off of me and grabbed it. I opened it immediately and I saw a dog collar, a whip, gloves, strap on, and a full lingerie outfit and everything was black. I said what the fuck? I was shocked and surprised because he is straight and that strap on indicated something totally different. He told me to go change because we are going to began experimenting and he slapped my ass as hard as he could so I got my ass up and went into the bathroom and I changed. As I was changing I could feel my pussy start to throb and I was getting super wet. I went back to the room and he was naked holding our lubricant so I said nothing I snatched it from him and pour it all over my fake DICK. I put the collar on him and told him he was my filthy dog and he needed me to fuck him into top shape. I hit him across his face and he said baby that shit hurts, and I yelled, “Shut the fuck up you are my bitch and you are going to take my dick!” I hit him again and told him if he got out of character again I would fuck him up good. I took my dick and gently placed it inside his ass, he squirmed and moaned just like I imagined. I told him to take my dick and love it so he moaned and he started throwing his ass up so I can get to it more. I fucked him and whipped his back he was taking it but I could see tears running from his eyes but he knew not to tell me to stop. After a while he busted his nut and it was over. We talked about it when we went to lunch and it had us so hot. He has never let me do it again but I keep on asking. I also ask myself if he is bicurious but he swears to me he isn’t. We both know he was on Valentines Day.
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I'd been married for over twenty years, and my ex husband had always thought that Valentine's Day was something devised by the florists and card companies to fleece men with a bad conscience. We'd laughted about how roses in February must be the most expensive flower you could get. We thought that Robbie Burns, poet of My love is like a red, red rose, surely the origin of the giving of red roses and a poor Lowland Scot must be laughing in his grave at all these lovers going out to buy expensive roses. We'd joked that snowdrops, for purity and romance, was a much better idea and in season. One of the world's great romantics was my ex. However, the following year, towards the end of January, I noticed the back garden getting a bit long and hairy, but it too wet to cut. Good job I didn't. By 14th February, the large snowdrop 10 foot heart had blossomed! He'd sneaked out one night the previous year, pulled up the turf and planted hundreds of snowdrop bulbs. And so it has gone on...flowering every year round about mid February. We sadly separated five years ago but it was such a lovely gesture from such an unromanatic man, that I couldn't be acrimonious and every year, when February comes round and the snowdrop heart is in full bloom, I think of the good times that we had..............
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1 post 2/28/2007 2:14 am |
hi guys, well here goes my story, i met a gurl during one of my treks, well i kept loking at her while clinbing the mountain, fianlly on our way back she spoke to me, i was delighted, we exchanged nos and then used to be in touch regularly, roam about on my bike after office hrs, i would just love her boobs pressing on my back and i really started to like her, she too liked me , i knew as i could see it in her eye and eyes never lie. she was a shy, cute , modest gurl, we kept on going for movies, bike rides. this happened for 2 months after which she sort of stopped communicating with me, finally she told me that she was getting engaged, i was crestfallen, i msged her sometimes, sometimes i got a reply from her, mostly i dint. then we stopped keping in touch totally, but in my heart i still loved her. on valentine's day she suddenly called me and wanted to meet, i jumped to the idea, she then told me that she got engaged due to parental pressure, but she loves me. she asked me to settle own in my job fast so that she can break her engagement and marry me. that reallly made my day, we again had fun like before, biking, kissing, jokes, movies!! and most of all i feel i am wanted by atleast somebody in this world!!
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1 post 2/28/2007 2:08 am |
I told my girl, one day I'd like to be her first date once the Divorce was over. She agreed. I thought and thought and finally came up with the right date. I picked her up at her house, she had no idea what was up. She kept asking me where we were going, I said just relax you are going to enjoy this. We finally made it to the restaurant, a plush Italian restaurant with plenty to eat and topped it off with excellent cheese cake for dessert. She thought it was the end and then the waiter asked me if we were done and ready to leave that the carriage was waiting, her eyes looked at me like she knew what was up. Wewent to the main floor at street level and there was a 4 person bicycle with two people from the restaurant in the front and my girl and I in the back we all peddled about 3 blocks to the city canal and there awaited my surprise for her. I had rented a Gondola for just us, not a public ride. The guy who steered the gondola down the canal serenaded us in Italian the whole ride up and down the canal. People were just watching us and smiling. My girlie just layed in my arms and melted as we strolled along the quiet water listening to the guy singing many romantic songs, even the song from the Godfather has words, I didn't realize that. After we arrived back at the dock I could tell she was happy and she looked so sexy with that big smile on her face. I got out of the gondola first turned and reached for her, lifted her up right into my arms and gave her a deep sensual kiss. she lookedat me and said "this has been the most romantic date I've ever had." Well to say the least our ride home was pretty exciting, in the traffic on the highway she leaned over, unzipped my pants and proceeded to give me one of her mind shattering blow jobs. Once we got home she really thanked me for the date, she slowly stripped down and I did the same, we kissed for what seemed hours, I worked my way down to her beautiful 38DD's and sucked away as I layed her on the bed, she cooed as she does when she's hsppy and we proceeded to have a night long love affair that would be worth another story in itself........
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2/28/2007 12:48 am |
She wore a pair of pocketless black slacks (without a matching belt, which is a "no-no" ladies, only because she has an oh so SSSSSSSS X E, yet small.......pot belly), that were 3 inches too long. Her hair, like the native lion cubs in Northern Africa and six week old kittens, wild and untamed. She also wore a matching pair of black two inch black boots that ALWAYS make me laugh because she is tiny at 5 foot 4 inches (161cm) tall, or in my case.....short. I dont remember the top she wore but no doubt it was figure hugging because she loves them. I cant remember much of the many conversations we had that night because it was pretty much a blur the moment she wrapped her arms around me, kissed my cheek and smiled at me. That smile. It floored me. It altered the course of my life. It made me realise so many things. It taught me so many lessons. But most of all, it made me smile. Mills & Boon writers would struggle to describe it in less than 5,000,000 words let alone 500. Pablo Picasso, Michelangelo Buonarroti and Leonardo Da Vinci could try and paint it if they were alive today, but it would be an incomplete peice and no one would've heard of them. What chance then do I, Johnny, "the Sexiest Man Alive", have of describing my "Most Romantic Date"....... in 500 words?
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2/28/2007 12:21 am |
My Night With You for My 30th Birthday I’m walking by your side, enjoying the simple pleasure of a gentle night’s breeze. I needed this, without even knowing it was what was so desperately needed. It’s as if you knew what was best for that moment, And I couldn’t slow down long enough to realize it. We walked a path through the crowd, and suddenly, I felt your hand reach for mine. A simple gesture of chivalry, I thought, As we navigated the sea of people in their waves of uncertain tread. But then, your fingers laced with mine, and I caught my breath. I closed my eyes for one tiny moment as we paused on the street corner, ready to cross. I relished in that second, and felt the years I’d just lived melt away. I felt like a girl again, fluttered by the attention of that one special boy. I rested my head on your shoulder for a heartbeat or two, and just breathed. It was all I could do, and nothing more was needed. No thought was needed, just to enjoy the warmth and strength I felt hold me closer than ever before. Safe and normal are stagnant, and you create a tornado of thought and chaos. In all of that heightened intensity of inspiration, The simple gesture done, made the walk we shared perfect. Then came the destination. We stood at the water’s edge, bathed in the silver white glow of a moon not quite yet full. It left a swath of light on the water below, Punctuated by the flickering lights of the channel marker, And the occasional splash of a playful dolphin. The air was cool, and filled with the sounds of the people and the world around us. Music sounded just behind me, but I was only aware of what you had to share with me. Your gifts of conversation, perspective, and thought Were a treasure to have that night. Not a 30 year celebration, but a 30 year appreciation. I am alive. I am happy to do what I do each day, And blessed to share those days with all the people in my life. If I was to die tomorrow, I could say my life has been a good one. You put your arm around me, another simple gesture, but one I dearly enjoyed. I will remember that moment, for the next 30 to come. I will cherish that moment, because of who shared it with me. I will remember the wisdom passed because of the mind there to explore thoughts with mine. I will remember that my heart skipped a beat, When it had just been beating a mile a minute. I will remember I felt an embrace, as I let go my breath. Why, you may ask… Because everything about that night had been “nothing special,” All the while holding the hand of a man exceptional in everything.
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2/27/2007 9:57 pm |
This Valentine was indeed a great one for me and them! I got a call around noon time that the twin sisters whom I had met about 2 years ago were in my part of the town. Since they had just landed, would I be their joint Valetine? Wow! This was indeed a dream come true. I agreed that I would pick them up from their hotel at 7.00 pm, take them out for drinks and dinner and then see what the night had to say. I knocked on their hotel door at the dot of 7.00. To my pleasant surprise, they had no intention of going out anywhere so as to have maximum time with me. They were nude as buniies and had taken care to order food and champs from room service. I was happily dazed as they literally tore the clothes off me and my hands and mouth were already working overtime. It was a mad first hour where we were all hyperactive and I did what I do best - sucked'm wet. After a break where we nourished ourselves with food and champs, we were at it again, this time more relaxed and made langourous love that went on till the wee hours of the morning. Since I had an early morning start, I had to reluctantly kiss my beauties good bye and remembered to wish them a belated Happy Valentine's Day. They are touring the country and after just a few days more, I am again going to meet them when we will go on a joint holiday for a week. Praise Be! That's going to be the most amazing week of my life!!!
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1 post 2/27/2007 8:02 pm |
It was the best Valentine'd ever i took my 34 year old nursing student out at ten to paly pool and i kicked her ass, and got frunk the walked upt teh stret at anothe karoke place, and she sat like a bump on a log as i danced with all the girls and ingored her kinda, then we wnet outside for a smoke and I ran inot an old freind who had scres my fling girl once and i did her for 9 months as she lived with aguy , anywasy we compared stories and had a few laughs and the gf just sat there so i tokk her home had a few more beers and wathced Fly BOys till 4 in th a.m. but i fell asleep ont the couch and never did go to bed with her at all .some valtnetines she said, she came over the next day and chewd my ass out after i had spent a hundred on red roses, chocolates and a nice gap scarf and bought her beer and pool all nigh till2. so anyways she was ragginon me so i told her to go home and btich at her sister, she packe up most her stuff and i told her to stay ther all weekend and not to cal me or go on msn messenger till next monday!but it was the best thing i ever did as i had made a profile on TSdates.com her called drfeelgood_nurse and she was supposed to be my nurse but chickend out at the last minute.s so i kept the profile removed her stats and aske an old gf if she wanted to be my nurse...well we have over 750 views in one week now, 22 accepted friends in out network and 26 winkds already ,,and we hav coples caling us winking and sending imail s taht the y want to cum over and get in the docotors hot tub, have two bi couple shwo want to wasp and even have a 26 year old college student who wants to come and be our sub for the weekend, so my valentines was the best ever , yes, and I love this site TSdates.com and have been a member for five yars now, if it want; for TSdates.com i would have no sex life , i was gold the first year and then silver and now standard so i would really like to win this so i can be gold again free. thanks TSdates.com smarty mart
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2/27/2007 7:47 pm |
It was 7 years ago. A friend of a friend. We were both at our local bar. He was drunk and was calling a taxi, I offered to give him a ride home. On the way I could hear something scrapping under my car. It was my tailpipe! When we got to his house he got a wire hanger and jimmied my tailpipe so it wouldn't drag anymore. It was late so he offered to sleep on the couch and gave me his room upstairs. It was difficult to sleep because I was in the bed of a man that I had had a crush on for months but thought he might be gay. A few hours later I woke to smell of fresh brewed coffee. He knocked on the door and came in with a cup. Invited me to go with him to a nearby town for the day. Neither one of us had anything else to do, so I said yes. It was a wonderful drive, looking at each other, listening to music, singing along with each silly song we could remember. Completely exhausted from lack of sleep but intoxicated with the shared company. When we reached our destination, one of those wonderful little old time towns with tons of shops for tourist. As we were walking from shop to shop, accidently bumping into one another on purpose, he then held my hand and we both just smiled. You could hear the whistle of a train near by and then as we looked around there was a little wooden station. You want to go on the train? Absolutely! The red velvet seats looked so comfortable!! We sunk into opposite benches across from each other and just giggled like little kids. As the trained moved you could hear the few couples in the car speak of how beautiful it was. It was a beautiful day and I was sharing it with someone I was infatuated with. Then the soft breeze started to bring in bits of cotton from the cotton trees. It was like a dream. there was soft little white bits floating in the air like snow. I looked across the seat to Kevin and he was smiling, just smiling at me. He leaned over, cupped my face with his hands and softly kissed me. Everything and everyone disappeared! We snuggled together on the same bench. Speechless. When the train stopped we walked off holding hands. The rest of the afternoon was just as wonderful. We ate at a little Italian restaurant with live pianist outside. Drove back to his house and made love for hours. It was the beginning to a year long love affair between friends. I miss him, he was my friend and my Superman
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2/27/2007 6:58 pm |
After losing my husband nine years ago, I though I would never experience a Happy Valentine's Day with another man. Thanks to TSdates.com, I met a wonderful man, who has made every day seem like Valentine's Day. He is divorced and also thought that a Happy Valentine's Day would never happen. As the both of us, had not experienced a Valentine's Day in a long time, we had no expectations for the holiday. We started the day in the afternoon. He came to my house and we had a long, exciting, and very pleasurable "lunch", followed by a shower. We left to go to dinner. He chose a very romantic fondue style restaurant. We have a four course meal with a dimly light atmosphere. As we indulge in the fondue, our eyes locked. The heat was not only coming from the fondue pots but also from each other. We both experienced feelings that we haven't had in many years. Not only was it the most romantic evening but brought new feelings into our relationship. It was a very special night and one that I will remember for a long time. Romance isn’t about sex, but the feelings that two people share. Thanks to TSdates.com for bringing people together.
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2/27/2007 4:57 pm |
Most romantic date I had was completely unexpected. I had to work Valentines Day 1998. I came home to my fiance at the time, and as I walked up to the door there was a bag hanging off the handle, with a note in it. The note was a clue to a spot in the house. She was clever about the clues and didn't make things to easy or hard. When I found it there was candy and another note with a clue. This went on for about 8 hidden stashes, including closet of the laundry room high up and tucked away *grumble grumble* lol. The living room was cleaned up and decked out in red. We ordered a couple pizzas, and started to watch some movies that she rented. However about half way through the first movie, the VCR jammed on us. After a couple futile attempts to fix it, I gave up, but didn't mind to much, there were other entertainments to look forward too that night. I remember making love in the living room, and worked our way into the bedroom. A couple of hours later we fell asleep in each others arms. She spent the entire day getting things ready, and did so for me, and it made it a very special Valentines for me.
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After losing my husband nine years ago, I though I would never experience a Happy Valentine's Day with another man. Thanks to TSdates.com, I met a wonderful man, who has made every day seem like Valentine's Day. He is divorced and also thought that a Happy Valentine's Day would never happen. As the both of us, had not experienced a Valentine's Day in a long time, we had no expectations for the holiday. We started the day in the afternoon. He came to my house and we had a long, exciting, and very pleasurable "lunch". Followed by a shower. We left to go to dinner. He chose a very romantic fondue style restaurant. We have a four course meal with a dimmly light atmosphere. The heat was not only coming from the fondue pots but also from each other. We both experienced feelings that we haven't had in many years. Not only was it the most romantic evening but brought new feelings into our relationship. Thanks to TSdates.com for bringing people together !!! Your posting was deleted from the Most Romantic Date Contest Entries because it did not meet the 200 word minimum. If you would like to re-enter the contest, in order for your entry to be considered, please ensure it is more than 200 words but less than 500 words before posting it again.
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2/27/2007 2:46 pm |
It was the summer of 1983. My birthday was a week away. I met this amazingly interesting man, with gentle eyes, in downtown Saratoga Springs at Mrs. London’s Coffee Shop. He told me he was the bus driver for a rock band that was playing at SPAC. I knew who was playing… Journey with Bryan Adams. It was the first of two nights they’d be there and I had planned on going. We chatted for a while… and he gave me a card on a rope to hang around my neck (my early birthday present). He told me that it would allow me all access to anywhere at the show… meet him at the buses around 7pm. I did. We talked and talked, it felt like coming home at the holidays. Comfortable, soothing, flutters in my stomach, the fire of passion in our eyes… and then someone knocked on the bus door. “Time to go!” the man said. Keith looked at me and smiled… “You can sit anywhere you want, the audience or backstage, to watch the show. I have something I have to do. Meet me back here after the show, ok? Well talk some more.” I told him ok and walked about the grounds of the gorgeous outdoor amphitheater. The crowd roared in anticipation as I worked my way down to the front row. Then… this powerful, pure, resonant sound came from the stage. And… out walked Keith… playing the first licks of “Take Me Back”. I spent the early part of the evening sharing his company with thousands. We had an intimate connection within a crowd. I was given the gift of smiles, laughs, winks and even a kiss from the stage. My heart melted when during the amorous tune “Do I Have To Say The Words” he lifted me up and slowly danced with me. Our own private slow dance… arms around me. The drone and vibration of the guitar playing along my back. The lyrics whispered in my ear “Whisper words of desire, I will prove to you how good we are together, Come to me ~ darling, rescue me.” Later that night, we walked hand in hand from the venue to my home. We sat in the yard against an old oak tree with his arm around my shoulder, my head leaning into him, stared at the stars, and vowed to see each other again tomorrow. He kissed me goodnight. It was the beginning of a friendship that has lasted me almost a quarter of a century. Even now, I consider him the “puppy love” of my life… and it was definitely the most romantic date any woman could wish for. A memory, and a friend, to last a lifetime.
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2/27/2007 1:40 pm |
I had arranged to have lunch with her when I found out she was leaving the company. At first I struggled with the thought that I would miss her more than anyone I had ever known. After all, she was just a friend, we had never even flirted. But somehow she had made her way into my heart and the thought of loosing her had become painful. Sometime during lunch I decided to do whatever I could to keep her in my life. We were both married with children, so the possibility of seducing her was low, but I had to try something. She was too energetic, too dynamic and too full of life; I couldn’t just let her go. After a small lunch and a few glasses of wine I scooted my chair closer and whispered into her ear, “I’m going to miss you more than I should.” Instead of the typical “Why whatever do you mean sir?” she responded by telling me “Maybe we should do something about that.” Now it was my turn to be surprised. Either I had grossly misinterpreted her meaning, or she was seducing me! I took her hand, looked into her eyes and asked, “Have you thought about this?” She just smiled and asked me to pay the check. We held hands without speaking as I walked her back to her car. When we arrived, she asked me to get in. Within three seconds we were kissing passionately and exploring each other’s bodies with our hands. She was very passionate and extremely hot. I was equally hot and completely “up” for the moment. The first brush of her hand was coquettish, but afterward she grabbed me and began pumping with the confidence of woman who had a lot more experience than I had thought possible. It was soon evident that I was the shy one, and that she was willing to do anything while others walked by on their way back to work. I briefly considered the repercussions of being arrested, but when she told me she wanted to suck me, all thoughts of consequence were lost. I quickly unzipped and pulled myself from my pants. Before I could find the controls to recline the backrest, she had leaned over the center console and lowered her head into my lap. I’m normally very visual, and require imagery to truly enjoy oral sex, but the heat of her mouth, the strong pull of her hands, and her incredible moaning, coupled with the questionable looks of passers-by, more than made up for the poor view. When I told her I was about to cum she just moaned louder and pulled me deeper into her mouth. It was then that I knew beyond a shadow of doubt that she was the one. It was the most complex orgasm of my life; simultaneously contemplating all the steps it would take to make her mine forever, while pumping load after load of hot cum into her gulping mouth.
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2/27/2007 1:04 pm |
my date was a total disaster what can you expect when ones birthday is on the v-day.i was waiting for surgery wich happend a year later, five day after last v-day actualy. so i had nothing going for me then. i send her an e-mail for that double day for her this year, nothing. but last year i treid everything, went for tea in several location her place, on st-denis, my place, her freinds, fouf, we were seing each other often then. it looked like it was pritty much optimistic for me for both of us. we talked for some time about everything and nothing. she was a very beautiful 27 year old lady to me she had a killer smile, god she was nice. there was just one little problem she was planing a trip to brazil. so i was there till before she left to give her a gdbye kiss a wish her and her freind a nice trip. the kiss never happend. i thougt it was irrelevent ididnt want her to hold up anything for me wile shed be gone we wasnt together yet i wanted her to be free from me in her trip. a tree month trip that is and she left. wish was good shed anticipaded this for so long. well at least tried, i guess we didnt belong together.
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2/27/2007 12:02 pm |
One Valentines Day I came home to an empty house, just a note that lead me to a heart shaped clue to where the next clue would be, I drove all over town collecting heart shaped clues that would eventually lead me to my wife, in a sexy red outfit and heals waiting to devour me with love, in a hotel room. When i arrived at the hotel, she greeted me with a long passionate kiss that said what took u soo long im ready to go!!! The room was lit with candles. On the bed was an envelope she gave to me, it had a list of movies i could choose from that we would act out. I only remember the movie i picked it was Indecent Proposal, she then laid out all this Jumbo play money all over the bed and we made passionate love on it. Then she lead me by the hand to the bathroom to carry on our sexcapade. On the bathroom mirror was 10 things that make me love you. She had printed them out and taped them up. Your SMILE, YOUR BODY etc. Also the tub was filled with a bubble bath, candles lit and glasses to drink from. To show her how much i appreciated her I wanted to massage and bathe her. Pouring shower gel between my hands and rubbing them together to warm it, then massaging and caressing from her neck to her lower back, i didnt miss an inch of her body. The candle light made her body glow. After the rub down i sat up in the tub and she strattled me, she begin to make the water splash out of the tub making sweet love. I ran my hands up and down her slippery wet back, and stopped at her hips to help her in her slow thrusting movements. Hearing the water swish around and seeing her shadow on the wall made it so hot. She would pause and lean in to kiss me deeply, taking my breath. Then started the pleasure of her steady movements rocking the water again. It was a night we will both remmeber a lifetime.
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2/27/2007 11:21 am |
AN EROTIC DESCRIPTION OF PASSION: I'm wearing my sexy red boustier, black lace panties and red heels. I gently push you onto the bed and begin to dance for you. Rocking my hips from side to side, left to right, just inches from your face. Your eyes fixated on the sensual motions of my ass. You reach up, grab my hips and guide me down into your lap. I grind my ass into your crotch, feeling Big Daddy rise. I move my ass up and down, round and round till I know he is standing at attention. I rise to my feet and peel off my clothes, stepping seductively out of my panties but I must be taking too long because you tear off my boustier and toss it to the floor. You pull me into you and suck my breasts into your mouth, first the left then the right. Lightly biting one nipple as you tweak the other between your forefinger and thumb. I cup my hand under your chin and pull your face to mine. We embrace in a lustfilled kiss, our tongues exploring one anothers mouths. You pull away. Then suddenly without warning you spread my legs and thrust your long, hard tongue into my moist pussy. I let out a loud moan. I grab the back of your neck and push your face into my pussy. Fucking your face hard and fast as I feel my orgasm nearing. Sensing that I'm about to cum you wriggle out of the grip I have on you and suck my engorged clit. I can feel my pussy throbbing, my body tensing and then my orgasm hits. My eyes roll into the back of my head, as my juices flow onto your eager tongue you slide two fingers into my sopping wet pussy and finger fuck me hard until my tidal wave of pleasure has completely subsided. Once my body has cooled down a bit I manage to get up on my knees. Without using my hands I suck your dick into my mouth, deep-throating it. I suck up and down, taking your pulsating dick into my mouth. Then I focus my attention on the head. Teasing it at first, flicking my tongue around it then sucking on it. I slide my tongue up and down the shaft, all the while caressing your balls with my right hand and tweaking your nipples with my left. I can feel your dick starting to harden, you're about to cum. I use my left hand to jerk off your dick while my right is caresses your balls more aggressively and my mouth sucks hard on the head of your dick. I feel your precum trickle down my throat, you cum hard in my mouth. I swallow, catching every last drop with the tip of my tongue. I slide up your body and snuggle into your arms. We both lay on the bed, breathing hard and massaging one another.
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2/27/2007 10:13 am |
well for me my most romantic date was a long time ago. i deceided to suprise my boyfrind, and rented a suite at the ritz in montreal and spend the weekend with each other. after he finished work and got home i had a limo pick us up and drive us to the hotel. we checked in and there were candels all over as well some flower petals and a nice hot bubble jaccizzi waiting. we spent that first night bathing each other then making love for most of the night. the next day on saterday i had supper planed in the dinning room, a nice private table for us and a great supper. after that we had a romantic ride around montreal with a horse and buggy, on the return to the hotel we once again spent the night making love and holding each other. as sunday morning came we had a romantic breakfast in bed and then just made love until we had to leave. the whole weekend was great the hold cuddling drinking champain and making love for long time. if u ever get the chance to do that for either your boy/girl friend i suggest u do. they will remember it for a very long time.
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2/27/2007 8:02 am |
So Valentines is a day where I used to think someone created it as a way for struggling companies to sell there goods in mass quantities. This year however, I was swayed a little on what I think. I live in Utah, and the snow is hitting here again, causing the earth to be covered in what appears to be a silky white blanket. A woman I had been in contact with surprises me by picking me up after work and driving me up high in the mountains. We arrive at a small cabin, close to ski resorts, and on the edge of a small lake, now frozen solid with a handfull of young lovers skating atop its shimmering surface. When I walk inside the cabin, she has already gotten a fire started somehow with candles litting the cozy room and an aroma so sweet you couldn't help but get in a calm and loving mood. In the center of the main room was an oversized love sac with a small hand made table close by with Champagne chillin in a silver tin. There was a variety of fruits layered on a large plate surrounding a warm bowl of melted sweet chocolate that just made your lips moist with the thought of a small taste. As we sat there, feeding each other the warm sweet chocolate covered fruit, and sipping our champagne, we got lost in the moment of love and lust and let our physical desires take over.... The rest is between us, but I am sure you can use your imagination....
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It was Halloween night, and although there were a few costume parties here and there, it was fairly boring. I was on the way to a costume party, at some sorority I think, when I met a woman along the way going to the same party. She was alone, and I thought I should walk with her. We talked a bit and discussed our costume choices, Vampire/Goth, when we realized than neither of us knew where this party was... So instead, we just kept walking. We were talking and realizing that we had seen eachother in some of our classes. We only decided to head back to our respective dorms when we saw that it was about 3:00 AM and we were about 2 miles from campus. Hers was first, but when she looked up at her window, she didn't seem like she wanted to be around her roommate. I lucked out and had no roommate that year so I offered that she could spend the night at my place in the spare bed. We talked some more at my place for a bit, and she crawled into the top bunk while I stood so we could still see eachother to finish our conversations. Discussing out little quirks, she told me about a friend she had who would check the tenderness of her arm as a warning that they were going to bite her. I thought it odd so she mimicked it on me to demonstrate. It was cute, so I did the same to her. We did that back and forth for a bit. Then she took my hand, but instead of biting it, she started to softly kiss it. Although it was not so dark in the room that I couldn't see her doing this, shock or something made me ask if she was really kissing my hand. She looked at me very seriously, still holding my hand, and nodded. It was so sensual, so I began to kiss her. She came off the top bunk and joined me on the bottom bunk. We took off our shirts and started to caress each others bare chest and kissed some more. I pulled away for a second to tell her that I didn't think we should have sex that night. She agreed, but we continued with our embrace, slowly falling asleep in each others arms as the sun began peering through the blinds of my room.
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2/27/2007 4:25 am |
My most romantic date was actually a first date. We met online. She lived across town, but as a single mother, her life was really, really busy. After a number of tries, we still hadn’t met. I decided to make her an offer she couldn’t refuse. I invited her, for our first date, to go away with me to Williamsburg, Virginia. As she had never even met me, it took some convincing (that’s another story). She agreed and I showed up at her house on a Saturday morning of a weekend that her children were with their Dad. It was a bit strange at first, but by the time we had driven the ninety minutes to Williamsburg, we had talked nonstop until we felt we had known each other for months. We arrived at the hotel and my first surprise for her was a suite with a separate living room and a jacuzzi tub in the bedroom right next to the bed. The second surprise was a fresh bouquet of flowers (I had found out her favorites from her profile). All afternoon, we toured the restored colonial area, walking hand in hand among all the families with their children. I’m sure we looked just like newlyweds, based on all the knowing smiles we got. Later we enjoyed a dinner at one of the fanciest restaurants in the area. Finally, we returned to our suite, put on our bathing suits and climbed into the jacuzzi. I lit candles I had brought and placed them all around the room. Then I opened the bottle of champagne and we slid sensually into the bubbling water. I cradled her in my arms in front of me, and for long time, we didn’t need words. By the end of the bath (and the champagne), we actually DID feel like newlyweds, and the rest of the night (without the bathing suits) did nothing to change that impression. If that day and night hadn’t been magical enough, on the way home the next day, we toured a few of the incredible colonial plantation houses overlooking the James River between Williamsburg and Richmond. We held hands all the way back home in the car, talking non-stop, unsure what would happen once we got home, but we knew without doubt that our time together was nowhere near over.
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2/27/2007 4:06 am |
This was back in the early 90's when I lived in Florida. I went to the local bar but it was punk night and the regular crowd wasn't there. I sat at the bar and had a drink anyway and noticed two guys sitting at the other end. They smiled and waved so I smiled back. Next thing I know is that they have sent me over a drink and then came over to talk to me. The one guy, Mr. Z, asked me if the bar always played punk and I said no this was a special night, then he asked if there was any place else he could go because he was new in town and didn't know the area. So I took him to my other favorite bar where we drank and danced all night. It turned out that he was a prison guard and was in Florida for a month on stress leave and he decided he wanted to spend that month with me. We went out almost every night that week then he wanted me to go with him to Spring Break. He picked me up after work on a Friday and we drove the 2 hrs to Daytona Beach. We fondled each other and I gave him head on the trip up. When we got there we went to a hotel room where several other couples were staying and left our stuff then went for a long walk on the beach in the moonlight. We kissed and petted every now and then, enough to get really horny but not enough to get off. I was concerned about the other couples in the room I wasn't sure if our first time was going to be an orgy or what. Well we get back to the room and he gets us a drink and we sit around talking for a bit then he tells me to get my stuff. He takes me to another room where he has a dozen roses and a bottle of champagne chilling. He had bought me some lingere and asked me to put it on. It was a perfect fit. We drank a bit then started kissing passionately. He was a good kisser. Then he went south and spent about an hour giving me oral. I got off so many times that I was begging to feel his hard cock in my wet pussy. Finally he allowed me to have what I was craving and we fucked for hours. It was awesome. We spent the weekend in bed drinking, fucking, sleeping, fucking some more. It was perfect. We ended up spending the rest of the month together and had a great time.
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2/27/2007 12:40 am |
I was alone and feeling quite sorry for myself. I looked into the half-eaten box of chocolates that Mama had given me. I thought of Forest Gump's Mama for a minute and that made me laugh through my tears. "Life is like a box of chocolates..." I took a bite of the next chocolate and spit it out. Jelly! Yuck. My boyfriend of three years was missing. I hadn't heard from him all day and I was going out of my mind. I'd called his cell to no avail. I checked his apartment to find an empty compartment... Please excuse me. I tend to rhyme when I am hysterical. Fizz jerry cool? Okay. Enough of that. I picked up a square piece. I always saved this particular shape for last. No matter what brand of chocolate, squares were always caramel, which I love. I love caramel. I love my boyfriend. Isn't it amazing the trivial things we attach with the word love? I decided to eat the caramel since my other love was nowhere to be found, though I'd have much rather sunk my teeth into him. I felt blasphemous and a bit naughty. I was breaking one of my famous rules here, and it felt good. I took the square between thumb and forefinger. The warmth of my fingers melted prints in the chocolate. I was so engrossed that I forgot to be sad. I opened my mouth and placed the chocolate on my tongue, caressing and enjoying the explosion of sensuality that only chocolate can evoke. Then I took a bite. "Ouch! What the...?" The filling in this candy was the best I'd ever tasted! White gold and a small diamond. I looked up. My boyfriend was standing in the doorway wearing a tux and holding out a bouquet. He got on one knee and took the chocolaty treasure from my hand. "Will you marry me?" I didn't know whether to kick him for leaving me worried all day or smack him in the face for chipping my front tooth. He grinned. I decided on a third option. Taking his face in my hands, I knelt and gave him a long, hot, chocolate-flavored kiss. "You never know what you're gonna get..." I whispered. "Wha...? He asked. I pulled him to the floor and didn't give him time to finish the question. Rock on, Forest's Mama! Rock on…
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2/26/2007 10:54 pm |
So many great stories on here I can hardly compete, but I would like to share a special moment in my life with whoever wants to read it. Have you ever heard the saying it takes twice as long to get over someone as how long you were together? Well I had dated this girl in high school that will always hold an incredible place in my heart. She had gone off to college and I had gone away to see the world. She was working an internship that summer and I was randomly wandering, but happened to find myself back in my home town a strange evening in July. I called her up to wish her a happy 4th of July and she coincidently was back in town for just that one night the whole summer. So I asked her to come hang out with me and she agreed. It was exactly twice the amount of time we had been together to the day since we had broke up. EXACTLY! I don't know what anybodies standard for irony is, but I think that fits it pretty well. It had been so long since I'd seen her and yet nothing had changed and I was still completely in love with her. For some odd reason I knew she felt the same, it was in her eyes the way those glowing blue eyes shrink wrapped in tears burned through my soul. It was the most memorable night of my life and the last time I saw her. The only thing to say as I left her on the doorstep was I love you...
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2/26/2007 9:48 pm |
It was morning and I was having coffee and reading the paper when I saw it was Valentine's Day. I remembered Sally from 3rd grade and how on Valentine's Day she walked up to me as we were hanging our winter coats at the back of the classroom and handed me a card. Without warning she grabbed the back of my head with both hands and mashed her lips against mine and ran off into the classroom. It wasn't really a kiss but it seemed pretty good and it was like an electric shock to me. I had had a crush on her for two years and was too afraid to say anything. I was dizzy as I took my seat and was so goofy afterwards the teacher asked if I was sick and sent me to see the nurse. I walked on air for days afterward. I silently thanked Sally and hoped she had a wonderful life wherever she was. At that moment I also thought of my neighbor. She was a bit older than me and we had been neighbors and friends for at least ten years. Part of the time she had been married but was now divorced and not seeing anyone that I knew of. Likewise I was single at the moment. We helped each other and had been friends and had even acted as escorts for each other at various functions over the years. We took care of each other when we were sick, and sometimes we made dinner and watched a movie. However, for all we did and for all the years nothing intimate had ever transpired. In truth I fantasied about her many times. I thought she was one of the sexiest women I had ever met. I went to an art store and bought a small print to make into a card, and then to a market and found a potted orchard and a nice bottle of champagne and bought a movie she had mentioned she wanted to see the last time we spoke. I made the card and took the orchard and movie over to her door and left them. I went about my business and when I returned home I found a note stuck in my door. It was an invitation for dinner and a movie. I took the champagne and went next door. When she answered the door she had on a pretty kimono and nothing else. My heart started racing as I entered and there were candles everywhere and when I turned around she smiled and with both hands grabbed the back of my head and kissed me. Dinner was late that night and the movie forgotten. The champagne was sipped in front of the fire and we never looked back.
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2/26/2007 4:50 pm |
I am from Holland and I entered the Irish Chatroom in february 2006, i had a few friends here and wanted to see if the chatroom was any fun sinds the meetings werent really my thing. It was a friendly room and after a few days i get to know a few people by chat and it was great fun. One day there was a guy named Fritz860 in the room , really funny guy, fast with coments and everyone seems to like him, after i posted a reply to someone else he kinda noticed me and started posting in the room , He guys did you see Ravens pictures , omg she is hot, she is a stunner , no way she is that age, I was blushing behind my computer, loged out and came back later that day, He started chatting to me and we had some nice chats in the following days, everytime he made me laugh. fter a mont or so we started chatting in private and in june we made an appointment for meeting up for a coffee. We met and that was the date of my life, i fell for him like a rock, it was the same for him. We met a few more times when i was in Dublin and had a great meet from the room, we met a lot of people from the Irish chatroom. Last October i moved country , i moved from Holland to Ireland and we moved in together. That was the best thing i ever did. Last saturday night we had again a meet, we met our friends from te rom again and after the meet he wnet on one knee. He asked me if i would marry him. I said yes and next summer we are going to marry. I have never been more happy in my life. And our friends from the room are gone be there thats for sure. Who would expect to join a chatroom and find the love of your life, well i did not but i found it.
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2/26/2007 2:49 pm |
The most romantic V-day for me was 2007. I invited a woman I have known for several years to dinner at my place. The evening started with cocktails and french kissing and caressing each other. When she was almost ready to cum, I teasingly asked if she was hungry. She said she would shower and get more comfortable while I bbq'd filet mignon; luckily it was perfect. I dimmed the lights and lit table candles, and put soft music on the stereo. I had heard the sound of her shower, but when I told her dinner was ready, she came into the room completely naked. It took me about 1 second to get out of my clothes. She waited for me to seat her. I was completely turned on by her nakedness and clean smell. She laughed when she saw she had caused my erection. I don't know how I made it through the meal and wine. I was hard the whole time, but I finished my meal and she did too. We danced naked until we couldn't take it any longer. We went to the bedroom and licked, sucked, and fucked for hours. We each came more than once, and rested in between. She likes toys, and I have a few that got us going again. I can't remember having a better V-Day than this one.
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2/26/2007 10:29 am |
Ok hopefully this makes it a good read for all who takes the time to read this. Well my best Valentines Day was sortta on Valentines. It was my girlfriends birthday this year and i went all out for her. I rented a super stretch limo and baught purple roses for her. I told her to be ready for 5:30pm because thats when i was picking her up. She asked why and i said just be ready. When i showed up in the limo, i got out with the roses in hand and went to her door. When she came to the door, she was beautiful ( i fell in love all over again ). I handed her the roses and went inside to put them in water for her. I asked her not to look outside until we both went out. When we went outside she said i was crazy for doing what i was doing. We climbed into the limo and i had soft music playing and had strawberries and cream and chocolate sauce ready for her. I also had a bottle of non-alcholic white wine chilled for her. We went to her favorite place for dinner. After dinner went for a nice long drive touring around town in style. Needless to say we talked about lots of stuff, and when the time was right i slowly started to undress her and we made love to each other in the back of the limo while we toured around. As we finished making love it was prefect because the car had just pulled up in front of her house. So we got dressed long enough to go inside and then had the wine and made love all over again.
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2/26/2007 9:21 am |
One of the most romantic evenings for me just happened to be on Valentines day but it sure didn't start out that way. My love is a sports nut and yes he has converted me big time, but on this evening I was not so excited about going to stand in the cold with my timmies, watching him play ball hockey and cheering him on mostly since it was Valentines day and all he has said or did all day was say "happy valentines day ,I love you baby" Ya well big deal I thought as they won the game and started to come off the rink and my toes felt like they were now one big block of ice. We got in the car and not much was said on my part since I guess I was sulking and he was still on a winners high. When we got home I opened the door to find that the fire was burning in the fire place, the candles were all lite in the living room and our coffee table was set up with roses, wine glasses and a beautiful dinner waiting. As he set me down on the floor in front of the fire to warm me back up, he poured the wine and handed me the card that sat with with roses. As I read his words telling me that he loved me for all the times I sit in the cold watching him play hockey or keep score for his softball games on the hotest days of the year and never once complain. Tears ran down my cheek not only from the love I was and do feel for him everyday but for the fact that I was such a dink for thinking he would forget to say he loved me ..... By the way he got our daughter to set it all up while we were at the game so it was a gift from not only him but from my daughter as well.
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2/26/2007 8:13 am |
Last year, I started crushing on my best friend. I told him, but he started freaking out and said that we are fine just the way we are with this relationship. I couldn't accept that, I knew I had feelings for him for a good reason. I tried seducing him and being his ideal girl, but neither would work on him. I was right about at the point of giving up, just before my birthday. Then I thought to doing a practical joke on him, so I sent him an email telling him that I loved him more than anything. He replied believing it, but I told him that I was somewhat kidding, but that my feelings for him were strong. He seemed to be getting a little more sweet towards me. A few days later, I got the stomach flu and he was there for me, just taking care of me. My birthday was too near. I decided then just to tell him, "I am one year older, but too bad you're not getting younger." Right before my birthday, we got into a big fight, and he was so scared he would lose me that he started crying, which he hadn't done in six years. It was our age difference, five years, that set us apart. He realized it didn't matter and that he truly loved me that we started going out and had the best time of our lives.
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Already planned to see my sweetheart on VALENTINE DAY to celebrate the day with me.I was home alone expecting her to come ,knocking on my doorstep was a friend of mine.He camr early that morning and was offered a sit .Later,i heared my mobile phone ringing nand picked up the calls.It was my sweetheart calling me telling me on phone that the scheduled meeting be postponed till later in the evening. Sitting with my friend at home another knock on the door and this time it was my sweethear friend.She came only to ask if she could see me privately,i offered her the opportunity to come into my bedroom and discuss with me but,suddenly she moved her hand across my waist and gave me a wet kisses ,groaning through her erected nipples under the white plain shirt wore by her without a bra underneath.I quickly go for the erected nipples and sucked allthrough down to her pants.She went for my cock and lick till i come and later ask if my friend could join ,we both lay her for the first round of the show.. Later in the day my friend if we could do the same to her girl to celebrate the day.He called her and ask hert to join us in my apartment.She came and even more happier to see the fun.She was the first to unzippedmy trouser and brought out the cock,she suck my cock for hours while my friend was having her fucked from behind.She was later laid on the small desk at the parlour and was fucked for several hours while asking for more.Having had so many fun in my house before the arrival of my sweetheart ,i went to the bathroom to take a shower .My friend her her girl left towards the evening while my sweetheart came later in the evening.We both went out to a cool restroom to celebrate the occassion...
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2/26/2007 7:10 am |
It was a somewhat warm Feb. night like most winter nights the stars were up in the sky in multitudes. I was set to meet the woman who would take my heart as well as other parts of me. I came to the door and she was Oh My God!! She had a look of a tigeress...I thought that it was more of a Halloween then Valentine's Day. She wore this seethrough tiger printed ligerie with matching pumps. Her face had a look of an alley cat; she was painted i black and orange stripes with long nails. Her breast were heaving out of the costume for all to see. But the thing that caught my eye was her beautiful green eyes peering from the the black shadows of her painted face. I have to say that I am afraid of cats but this night I ahd no reason to fear. She lead me into her apartment she had a safari look about it lots and lots of exoctic plants, blended in with the the theme of the night. I was really turned on she spared no details into making this a night to remember for me,us. She asked if I wanted wine yes was the word I think I said because I was caught in the moment yes would be the answer to all questions this night. We sipped,a ray of moonlight caught her elegance..this woman was gorgeous Oh God,this woman had sent me home to the motherland in my mind and I was eager to enjoy the pleasures of the night. We drank but she was stunning so I pull her close to me and kiss her hard on the mouth but this hard embrass would turn into sweet gentle kisses around her hot waiting mouth. She took my breathe away. I didn't really want to close my eyes when I kissed her in fear that I would awake and this would only be a dream but the passion was so great that I did it hoping that what I felt was real. We kissed for what seemed eternally but sweep away now, I was in the moment. We slowly moved to the bed where the ambiance was fitting with the night. I lifted her onto the bed she was HOT, soft, and gentle at the same time and when I laid her down on the bed it had the softest sheets that you can imagine...forget that I had this beautiful woman in front of me and I was afraid to touch her fearing that I would do something to spoil the night. So I was very careful that I paid close attention to details. I took my time in exploring the contour of her face, with the most gentle of touch I caressed her face using only fingertips. I slide my hands down her body it seemed to shiver. I was rising up to meet every touch; I thought that I would come right there. I would open the gown her breast now exposed I would encircle them with my touch paying attention not to touch her nipples. I could see her chest rise and fall to every touch. She started to moan and sigh she was relishing the moment as much as I and it showed. I slide my fingers in my mouth getting them moist and wet. I went to her nipples which were in full bloom and I slide my fingers over them gently the saliva was a great lubricate. They slide just as they should have. I was very arouse as she was. I slowly kissed my way down to the to her stomach as I did that my fingertips would be close behind. I finally come down to the place where all dreams come true. I am a panties gentleman and she had some sheer lace panties...so of course I had to rub my face on them. She was really enjoying the night because I heard moans that I had never heard from her before..I was close to her sweetness I could feel the heat from her..I began to pant.. her body almost out of control meeting my every movement we are both going crazy all was like a fairytale my fantasy come true we were both at the moment that all people dreams about. I could taste the heat of the moment....but I am too much of a gentleman to tell more..sorry
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2/26/2007 6:46 am |
it all starts on Sunday Feb.11th 2007. We were returning from a weekend vactaion to Niagara Falls when my sweetie received a call telling Him to hurry home, His grandpa had been rushed into the hospital and He wasn't going to last long...He died a couple of hours later (i know this is supposed to be sweets, and it is, i'm getting to it. His grandpa was buried on Valentines Day. i didn't expect Him to be home until pretty late that night as i was sure that He would be staying with His family members for a bit. it was 6:30 when He came to my door. in His arms, He had roses and carnations, a beautiful card, and a cute red teddy bear for me. as i was reading the card, our song came on the radio (creepy coincidence), He asked me to dance. later that night while we were in bed...He asked me to marry Him!!! (well, we are into the BDSM lifestyle, so to us, Him collaring me is the same as us getting married)so, of course, i said YES YES YES! the date is set for March 10th...His birthday! whether or not this entry wins, i know that i am still the luckiest girl in the world!!
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2/26/2007 4:50 am |
My story is. For almost 12mths I was worked with a very beautiful attractive married girl of 24 from Lithuanian whom is in UK for work. From the moment we meet there was chemistry between us that we tried to fight off. After many meeting as friends and just hanging out together and showing her different parts of our country our feeling of passion just increased. Valentine's Day this year we decided that we would go to Dovedale in Derbyshire for a relaxing day of walking and keeping fit. Because we were both alone The day was rather cold but we just didn't care, we walked for 30Min's talking about her country and how hard life is in Lithuanian and then she slipped on some wet stones towards a cave we saw, we both laugh and saw the fun side and as I helped her to her feet our eyes and lips just touch, and we started shaking. The kissing was electric and our hearts were beating so loud even the duck and birds knew what was happening. We headed toward the cave still kissing and holding we almost made it there but both agreed that if we were to do this once then it needed to be memorable. We left Dovedale and drove back still talking as to what we felt. We stopped to buy some strawberry's and cream and I ever brought champagne (I don't like too much).We stopped at a hotel. In the room we kisses and held each other and questioned if this was what we both wanted, kissing on the bed we undressed each other before making it to the shower, we kisses and touched what felt a lifetime then wet we hit the bed, I held her hand and closed her eyes as I kissed her all over from head to toe licking and suck her tits & shaven pussy, we went in to every position holding touching before I covered her with cream and strawberries, our heart were just racing away. After 2 hours of foreplay I slipped myself into her (used condom) we made love not had sex in made different places and positions and even did doggy as I poured champagne down her back. And we covered each other with cream. And massaged our bodies, cream was everywhere (felt sorry for hotel staff) We stayed together the whole valentines night and made love twice after but the first time was the most romantic and most passionate. Again now we just friends but I will never forget the 14th of Feb 2007 forever, From a Friendly walk in the countryside to the most passionate making love I have ever felt rolled into one special day I will treasure and remember for a life time. (For us both to remember this day we took photos of both Dovedale and our hotel room, even now I look and remember this day)
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2/26/2007 1:39 am |
The story of my fairytale man and date should start with “Once upon a time….” because that is how I have felt since I met the most amazing man in TSdates.com mid November 2006. We met within 5 days and the connection we had was instant. We dated for 4 weeks and he went away a few days before xmas for a 2 week holiday a 2 hour plane trip away. He had only been gone a few days when on xmas day I got a phone call requesting all my personal details so he could buy me a plane ticket to spend the rest of his holiday with him as he missed me and wanted to share the time with me. I was advised that I would be flying the next day. I was stunned but did not question. Within 10 minutes I had my flight ticket via email and now on xmas day had less than 24 hours to arrange my trip. My feet were not touching the ground at the excitement I felt. I had the most blissful 2 weeks I have ever had in my life. It was the most surreal extended time I have ever experienced. He is the most romantic man I have ever met, and treated me like a princess the entire time. Nothing goes unthought of or undone for me in all areas of my life. We took romantic walks, bbq’s instead of eating out because we could be more intimate while we ate; we had hot tubs and nightly swims in the resort poo; diving in The Great Barrier Reef;white water rafting;rainforest trips and tours. You name it we did it. We showered together every day. I quickly grew used to just standing there and being washed from head to toe in the most sensual and romantic way while the bathroom was filled with candle light, burning incense and music in the background. He made sure that all my needs were met yet I am given the space to be me. I have been on many dates in my time but nothing compares to this experience. I know that if I was the Queen of the Universe I would not have been given better treatment, romance and sensuality. I was starting to believe that real sensual men do not exist. How wrong was I! The best date is one that is on the spur of the moment; totally spontaneous yet flows like it was following a story written in a book, just like my 12 day romantic date. I see he and I having many such romantic dates and do not see an end in the future to them.
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This didn't happen on Valentines Day but it holds a special place in my heart. My boyfriend and I were camping at a lake in Saskatchewan. It was late at night and we spent the evening sitting around the campfire talking about everything and nothing. Eventually we went into the camper to go to bed. As we laid there, after having amazing sex,looking through the moon roof we noticed lightning. It wasn't from a storm but a result of the heat from the day. We could hear the loons calling to each other in the distance but everything else was quiet. Occasionally we would hear a dog bark or logs from a fire crackle but mostly it was just the loons calling. It was completely dark except for the lightning flashing. We were enjoying the peace when my boyfriend proposed to me. At first I didn't take him seriously but when he proposed again, this time with a ring, I knew then that he was. I teared up as I answered yes and hugged him. We then quietly talked about getting married while still watching the lightning until we both fell asleep. To me that was the most romantic night of my life.
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1 post 2/25/2007 9:32 pm |
i always beleive that my most romantic date would b very simple coz i always beleive in simplicity. she is wearing bful red sari(an indian dress) on that day.she was looking so beautiful on that day that i dnt hv any words 2 xplain.she is b'ful on other day also bt on valentine she was ahead of my xpectations. she gv me a hug and chilly winters of delhi feel weak against the warmth f her body.we atart our date wd a dinner n lil bit f dance. that nite was of full moon.and we thought when moon blessed us wd its twinkling lights we should sit under them and we are sitting in parkbench. i'v already tell her my feelingd and nw it's the right time for her to accept it.from the past few days it seems 2 me she is looking for right time. and finally those magical words comes "I LOVE U" i felt my life completes nw.there is a sparkle in her eyes.i told her 2 close her eyes n kissed both here eyes and finally that moment came. FIRST TIME I KISSED HER ON HER LIPS. i felt a sensation in my body.after that i dropped her near her home n again we kissed.it was a dream 4 me 2 love her n m happy that m living my dream.
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2/25/2007 8:34 pm |
My most romantic valentine date accually started two weeks before valentines weekend seventeen years ago. believe it or not I met my wife at a single christian retreat. It was snowing that weekend and when she walked thru the door honestly the first thing that came to mind was man I would love to do her, typical male I know and we still laugh about that today. I flirted all weekend and we played in the snow and somehow managed to get her phone number. Took me a week to get up the nerve to call her and ask her out. Our first date was the fifties and sixties dance in Burlington Iowa. I new she had a 3 year old and I had a 4 and 5 year old myself so I took her son a sack of candy to get to know him a little. Off to the dance we went talking about our kids, the fact neither of us wanted any more kids and just general conversation. Finally at the dance and the band was fabulous, my wife now was and still is a danceing fool. I did my best but enjoyed more just watching her thinking how lucky I was to be with someone so beautiful. Always on a first date something goes wrong as it did for me that night. While sitting next to her I put my arm around her to snuggle a little and completely to my horror I placed my hand directly on her boob. To this day she thinks I did it on purpuse but no I did not. We danced the night away till the dance was over and headed home. The date ended with the best kiss anyone can ask for on any date. We seen each other every single day for the next 6 months and then we were married. We went to the fifties and sixties dance ever year after for the next 7 or 8 years till they stopped haveing them. We have been married now for 17 years and have wonderful kids and grandkids, so my most romantic date turned into the love of my life.
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2/25/2007 6:29 pm |
MOST ROMANTIC DAY. Well the mind boggles. I think I will just have to refine it down to my most Hottest Date. Well it all began in the afternoon. I knew I was going to meet him in the evening my Scandanavian Hottie, with the blonde hair, blue eyes and sleek muscular body. A real dream come true. Fullfilling my wildest expectations at every meeting. So I pampered myself with a luxiourous spa, filled with bubbles and almost over-flowing. Lying there dreaming of his georgous face, his silken skin, and Yes of course that wonderful cock. Eventually I rose from the spa, and began to get dressed. Perfuming every inch of my body. Pulling on my corset, and attacking the stocking that I was going to wear with it. Should I put lace panties on too, or just go naked. Panties more interesting, I slipped them on, looking at myself in the mirror. Hoping, he would find me HOT. Getting fully dressed in my sexiest outfit, I grabbed my car keys and sped off, with bottle of champange in my hand. Arriving, and knocking on his door, with my heart thumping within my chest with anticipation, and excitement. He, opening the door, and stood there with a smile to die for, his deep blue eyes, and wonderful aura, I couldnt help but smile back at him. Well after a could of glasses of wine, he began to kiss my neck, and due to the fact I have enormous breasts, and was wearing a low cut dress, he began to kiss the top of my breasts, oh so, lovingly. I was so excited, I stood up and began to remove my clothes, to expose, my lingerie. He stood up moaning, saying to me "You look so hot!" I was lavishing in his desire for me, and put my hand on his now, oh, so, hard cock.. So delicious, I had to get on my knees, and unzip his pants, gently removing his hard cock, and placing my wet mouth all over it, sucking it so lavishly. Enjoying every stroke. Oh! how tastie it was. He moaned and groaned, I sucked as long as I could, without allowing him to cum. He lifted me to his face and kisses me, picked my up and took me to his bed. Where he layed me down, oh, so, gently. Kissing me now so intensely, and placing the head of his cock, upon my clitorious, to stimulate me even more, and make me more wetter. Finally punging his wonderful hard cock inside of me. I was wo wett now, and loving having him inside of me. Our lips joined, kissing each other passionately. Lossing time, wanting time to stop, and be here in his arms forever. Kissing so passionaltely. Three house later, we were exausted. Love that man. To Jason. XXXXX Happy Valentines
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Most Romantic Valentine Date He arrives at the door exactly on time. The doorbell rings and I open the door. Smiling I greet him warmly, taking in how extraordinarily handsome he looks in his tux. A tall dark wavy haired man in his prime. He works out, I can tell this by the slimness of his waist and by the way his muscles pull tautly against his pants as he enters while I grab my purse. We leave and get into his Jaguar. A short while later we arrive at small airport where he has a private jet awaiting. Pleasantly surprised that he would go to so much trouble to make my valentine so special. On board the jet, we enjoy pleasant conversation, the red roses placed around the seating area, and the biggest box of chocolates I have ever seen. Upon arrival at our destination, there is a limo waiting which whisks us away to the hotel that we will be staying at for the evening. The hotel, very posh, has a roof top dining lounge, which I am escorted to. I enjoy a very pleasant meal, dancing, and wonderful conversation. He then takes me to a theatrical performance at a near my historically beautiful theater. After the performance is finished we head back to the hotel. In the room, he takes me in his arms, and kisses me thoroughly. Lost to the magic of the days events and the excellent company, I relax into his embrace. His hands wonder gently over my back causing a rippling of emotionally charged sensations to heat that spot at lower end of the tummy. My hands also wonder over his back and shoulders, coming to rest gently on his arms. The heat explodes, the electrically charged atmosphere between causes all thought to stop and response to take over. Later, locked in each others arms,we sleep,only to awaken and find renewed need of each others caress.
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2/25/2007 4:32 pm |
February 14, 2007 is the first time I have ever celebrated Valentine’s Day. I’ve been planning this day for about two months now. I surprised my boyfriend (teacher) at work by sending him a basket filled with Phi Beta Sigma merchandise. Later that day around 2:45pm I arranged for a chauffer to walk to his classroom and escort him outside. As he walked out the door, I had blue flower petals all in the hall that led him outside to a white stretched Hummer limousine. Outside there was a big banner that read Happy Valentines Day Jerome and when the driver opened the door white balloons floated out and into the air. All of his students and coworkers awed with excitement. When he got into the limo I called his cell phone to wish him a Happy Valentines Day and that I would see him in 45 minutes. He then arrived at the Sheraton Four Points Hotel where I had the attendants to greet him and escort him upstairs to our suite. When he walked inside there were lit blue candles everywhere and a note left on the table that said leave your clothes here and wrap up to what’s in the box. Inside of a white box with blue ribbon I gave him a royal blue silk robe. I watched him from behind the wall as he walked into the bathroom to find the Jacuzzi going with blue water and rose petals everywhere. After about five minutes of seclusion, I walked in dressed in a royal blue teddy with two glasses of champagne. He was so excited he immediately wanted to grab me and sex me crazy, but I held back and gave him a bath and then begin to please him by taking my head underwater and giving him what was intended to be a tease blowjob, but it lasted for about fifteen minutes and I didn’t let him cum yet. I then asked him to step out the Jacuzzi and I began to kiss him all over while he was wet. I then led him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom where I gave him a full body massage and tongue massage from his head to his toes. He was about to explode and I knew it, but I wasn’t ready for him too. After the massage, I gave him another glass of champagne and let him open up his gift which was a money tree with 200 $1 bills on it. He couldn’t take it no more, so he took the money off the tree and spread it on the bed then undressed me and laid me down on the money and made love to me for three hours. Needless to say…we never got to eat the romantic dinner I had planned.
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2/25/2007 3:28 pm |
I was 31,a paramedic living 3 blocks from Hollywood and Vine with an escape-time downtown L.A. hotel room by the month.Hotel-lobbied after work,I saw a beautiful brunet come indoors with a small grin and she asked if anyone had a cigaret.I smoked at the itme and gave her one of mine,turning out to be her brand,too.She was stranded, lost,broke and hungry as well.As I started to light her cigaret she stopped it long enough to read the engraving as a 5th Special Forces Group medic. She looked up again as the cigaret lit,and we made solid eye contact. She blushed scarlet and I knew I was down,no shot fired.We did dinner and inseparability going back to my Hollywood apartment,and midmorning the next day found us at the little Spanish mission just out of Ensenada,Mexico,where as non-Catholics a Norman-Rockwellian little Mexican priest and we papered it in Latin,Spanish and English to make sure it took because ever parting was simply unthinkable.It didn't end there,it was that marvelous for exactly 7 years to our meeting night,when I was gone for an hour,came home and with her laying down not feeling weel her heart had quit.That broke my own and left me to raise out sons not quite 5 and just turned 6 by myself because again anything else was unthinkable,and my unholy pain went on 27 years before,at her grave,I asked God to end it one way or another,I couldn't stand it anymore,bring me to my lady,restore my peace.The pain is gone,but never her memory,the sound of her voice, the touch of her hand.No one,but no one,does love at first sight,but we did,and even apart it remains as beautiful as when I was young. I see,and the stardust from her wings dims my eyes.Sacre mere de Dieu, je l'amour mn madame belle.C'est la vie,c'est si bon.Ca ne rien! Si vraiment,charmant,charmant.Except to love really is something.
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2/25/2007 3:26 pm |
This may not be as romantic as others, but it is certainly the greatest Valentines Day of my life. During the 1970s, I used send all the girls I was attracted to a Valentines Day card. In each one, I would ask them out. My track record was about 25% success in moving from a card to a date. This year, I had sent one to a very cute secretary in another department at work and to the roommate of a girl who I worked with but had not romantic inclinations. I had also sent one to a very "earthy" woman who worked in yet another department at work. To my surprise, I got a call at work first thing in the morning from the "earthy" girl, who invited me to lunch. It turned out lunch was to be cooked for me in her apartment, just 10 minutes from the office. Apparently she had had her eye on me as well. As soon as I stepped in her front door with her, it became clear that I was lunch. We stretched lunch out for a couple of hours that day and it left me quite spent. I returned to work to find a message in the form of a card and candy heart on my desk and it was from the other secretary, who accepted my date and asked me if I could give her a ride home. We met in the parking lot, decided to have a drink, spent two hours chatting and looking into each others eyes. She was a tiny woman, like a small doll and so fragile looking. We never got to her house, but ended up at my place for the evening and we played under the covers for a good long while. I took her home, came back and took a long hot shower. As I stepped out, the phone rang. It was the third girl, who I was very surprised to hear from so late. She said she had been debating whether or not to call me all day and finally decided to give it a try. Even though it was nearing midnight, she wondered if I might want to drop by for a while? My mind said, "Go to bed". My body said, "Go for it!". I listened to my body. So I agreed to drop by for a few minutes and as we said goodbye, she blurted out, "Bring a change of underwear with you." So I did. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before or since. Maybe not romantic, but an incredibly wonderful day for this guy as I had never felt what it meant to be popular like that ever before. And just for those who think me terrible....it was the 1970s and the third girl was with me for 28 years and gave me 3 kids in my life.
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2/25/2007 3:12 pm |
As with most dates, when a guy wants to impress his lady, it takes forethought or conniving as some may see it. My girl and I had a routine of just spontaneous lets just go find somewhere to eat tonight. Wanting for a special night and a pleasant surprise for her, I book a 7 o’clock reservation at a local restaurant, know for having great fine dinning atmosphere for steaks and seafood as well as a waiting list just to get in. I arrived that Friday night after work as usual and we proceeded with the usual, “where do you want to eat, I don’t know, where do you want to eat formalities”. Watching the time, I did manage to get us out the door and on the road. We traveled up the highway as we have many times before and I pulled into this restaurant that we had never been at before. “We’ll let’s try this one, ” I said. We walked in, the line was out the door and it looked to be the expected hour wait. “Let me see how long the wait is.” I had already stalled finding a parking place and getting out of the car as we were a little early. We walked up, Asked how long the wait was …and under my breath I told the hostess, “Reservations for …”. And to the best timing I would ever wish for, the hostess replied back, “ I have a table open right now, if you’ll follow me”. The table was soft candle lit, off to the side, soft music ….. and the rest of the evening fell in place beyond my imagination.
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2/25/2007 2:56 pm |
With our kids still at home and additional family members living with us/ privacy had been an issue for a while. And it was beginning to be a deterrent. We needed to make a change, so I made plans to pick him up from work. I told him little of where we were going. Spent the day pampering, pedicure, facial extra time just for me. Then I showed up. Told him we were going to dinner and then to a club to view some of the beautiful gals and some gorgeous guys dance for us. Then I had made arrangements for our room for the evening. He looked great, as always. It was exciting for me. I had chosen my attire carefully. Thought I looked pretty sexy myself. I had on great heals, thigh high stockings and my wonderful lined trench coat that I wore daily. He smiled and if he wondered why I had not removed it he didn't say. However just as we were getting ready to leave his office, I opened it to reveal that other than the heals and stockings, that coat was all I had on. So throughout dinner (where I chose to leave my coat on/being chilled) and then at the club while going to tip the dancers/ his just knowing there was nothing under my coat made he and I very hot. The ride to the hotel was incredible. By the time we got to the room we hit the wall and then the bed tearing off what clothing there was. The evening went on and on. It was just the thing we needed to put that spark back into our lives. And we have done similar trips since. But, the first and having taken the situation into my own hands so to speak was so sexy and special for us.
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2/25/2007 2:47 pm |
When I think about romantic dates that I've had I can remember many, many times that I have had soft, passionate kisses, and I can remember being showered with gifts, and flowers and expensive things many times. All these things are wonderful, but my most romantic time is far from this romantic ideal. I was 18 years old, and dating my first love. We had been together for two years, and we were both head over heels in love. To explain the date, I must give a little bit of background information, so here it goes. I had been working at a grocery store near my hometown, and a very good looking, tall and outgoing boy started working at this grocery store. He needed to be trained for cashier, and so he was in the break room taking a training test on the computer. While he was back in the break room, I happened to be taking my break, and had to go to my locker. When I went into the room, we chatted briefly before he asked me to help. He said that he was struggling with the test, so I agreed. I walked over to him, leaned over his back and placed my hand on his. I felt a vein of electricity run through my body, and he looked up at me longingly. It was that very moment that I fell in love. It only took one innocent touch. Fast Forward 2 years, our relationship was going very well, both of us still madly in love, and very comfortable with one another at this point. Around November, he and I were at the mall shopping, and we wondered into a jewelry store. We began talking about promise rings, and he did buy me one that very day, a beautiful, small white gold diamond, that seemed to belong on my hand. He told me that he was going to give me my ring when I least expected it, but that I would get it. At this time, I no longer worked at the grocery store, but he did. One day he called me and asked me to bring him lunch at work. I drove over, with his lunch and walked in. The manager informed me that he was in the break room, and so I walked back. When I got into the break room, I burst out crying, the whole room was decorated with balloons, flowers, and the walls were covered in pictures of us together. He came over to me, bent down on one knee and said, "Baby, I am asking for you to make a promise to me, right here to always preserve and respect our love. Our love began here, and it is only right that our love continue here." My tears were flowing, and I was smiling. Everything seemed so blurry, and wonderful, and hopeful at that moment. In my head a flash of that day, that first touch, that first feeling of love came back once again. I will never forget those days. Those were times when love was true, down to the bone, and no outside stresses or anything could have possibly tainted it. That moment, I realized the joy that life and love can bring.
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2/25/2007 1:57 pm |
I once dated a guy who volunteered at a school for the deaf and blind. He was supposedly the “black sheep” of his Ivy League-Harvard Grad-Family…He was not my usual bad-boy type He came to the fast-food joint where I worked, with a Hershey Kiss and a poem he’d written about me, CHE IN HER EGGSHELL. It described me as a fragile jewel in a broken world. He showed up at my door a couple of hours later, drenched in cologne holding a handful of flowers from my neighbor’s garden. We went on a twighlight walk through the old colonial architecture and paced the cobblestone walks in the dark talking about our childhood....he broke off a branch of blossoms from a tree, bowed, and said “more flowers for me lady” We went to the weight room where he could show off his muscles…then we went back to his room where he lit votive candles and pulled out his guitar to play background music he wrote to a song I’d made up. It was soon the wee hours of the morning, and had begun to sprinkle. He offered to walk me home, I kindly declined, and never heard from him again…but I will always remember that as the most romantic evening of my dating years. Most Romantic Date Contest Entries
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The best date I ever went on was without a doubt just this past Ventine's Day. My girlfriend and I flew to the Bahamas. We stayed at Atlantis in the Royal Towers Bridge Suite from February 10 - 17th. She thought the trip was her Valentines present and the most romantic thing I could do, and she was very appreciative, but little did she know what was in store for Valentine's Day and also the day leading up to it. We arrived at the hotel and she was greeted in the room by 12 dozen Long Stemmed Roses, each dozen were different colors, with an assortment of fresh Tulips, Lilacs, and of Course Purple Orchids, believe me it filled the entire lobby to the suite. We had the staff unpack us as we went to the pool, she kept one bag they did not unpack. We went to a romantic dinner that evening and here is where it gets better. We went to the casino and I won A LOT of money, after cashing it in, I made some more elaborate plans for Valentine's Day. So V Day rolls around and she has no idea what to expect. We are awoken at 9 am with an elaborate breakfast in bed, and a visit from the Chef. At 11 AM we got on a helicopter and were flown to a private Island with a picninc lunch that was not to bew believed, on the Island we had two staff members to attend to our every need. We also had two massage therapists, we received a couples massage overlooking the beautiful waters of the carribean. We spent the remainder of the day playing in and outr of the water, until 5:30 when the helicopter returned. We got ready for dinner which she thought was no big deal. In our suite there is a terrace that is very large, she was getting ready and the waiters were setting up dinner on the terrace. It was candle lit and very private, champagne and roses adorned the table. While we were eating a exotic oil and aromatherapy bath was being prepared with floating white rose petals, the entire suite was covered with rose petals and candles. Inside the room was also a cart with warm honey, whipped cream, hot fudge, strawberries and other assorted fruits, more champagne, needless to say it was not only the best Valentine's day I had, but the best day of my life, simply because I was able to make her happier than she had ever been, which in turn made me as happy has I had ever been.!
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2/25/2007 12:16 pm |
My most romantic date ever was my first true love. We had been dating for about 7 months and I wanted to do something special for her on Valentine's day. We were about 20 and i know that her family didnt have alot of money but she always wanted to see Phantom of the opera on broadway and just feel like a princes for the day. So I told her that she should be ready for about 5 and that it was a surprise what i was going to do. I rented a limo and drove to her house to pick her up. When i got to the door i was wearing a tuxedo and had 2 dozen white and red roses mixed in my hands with a pair of leather clear shoes(although in cinderella it was glass) and nice pearl necklace for her to put on. We then climbed into the limo where there was champagne and chocolate covered strawberries waiting for her. The whole ride into the city we laughed and held eachother while she enjoyed the sites. We then get into the city and she started to cry when she saw that it was Phantom of the Opera we were going to see. She enjoyed the show so much and looked like the princess that she should have. After the show, we stepped outside to have a horse and carraige waiting for us to take us for a tour ride through central park and then to dinner. After dinner, the limo brought us back to the sea shore wear we took off our shoes and walked on the beach waitng for the sun to ome up. We sat on a dune and watched as the sun rays came over the horizon and she looked at me, gave me a kiss and thanked me for making her dreams come true. The rest is history as they would say and we made love on the beach with the sunrise rising above us.
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2/25/2007 11:25 am |
I met him on TSdates.com. He was coming to town for a week. A training convention. His pictures were nice and his voice had a bit of a southern drawl. We had met a few nights before Valentines day and completely hit it off over Japanese food and conversation. His eyes were kind, hands were soft, laughter enticing, he drew me in and seduced me with his sweetness. When it was time to say goodbye, had to be to work early in the morning, he kissed me. That was the beginning of the first memorable night! As the warmth of his tongue lingered in my mouth,then on my neck, I knew I wasn't going anywhere outside of that room! I felt his hands under my shirt, soft and warm. My nipples erect, panties soaked, he could have stripped me right then. I was more than ready! But instead he was slow, lingering, soft lips, coarse stubble making my skin rise with goosebumps. We ripped each others clothes off, he laid me down. Slowly kissing, licking, and nibbling his way up my thighs to my already dripping wet pussy. He knew what he was doing as his tongue glided from my asshole to my throbbing clit. His fingers and tongue were magic and I was completely under his spell. After making me cum a few times I decided it was his turn! I got on my hands and knees and gave him back what he had given to me. Starting at his inner thighs and moving my way up to under his balls. Making sure not to miss a spot. Slowly rolling his balls with my tongue, working my way up to the shaft, looking into his eyes, I devoured his beautiful cock. Swallowing him until his head fell back and he begged me to stop so he could fuck me. I brought him there 2-3 times before he finally laid me down and entered the hot, wet spot he had created. With each stroke, coming closer, tasting each others sweat, feeling the heat, breathing harder, nails digging into his skin. He flipped me over, glided right in, grabbed my hair, I arched my back, one hand on the headboard, one on the wall. Harder, faster, Oh my god. We both collapsed. Glistening with sweat, shivering, kissing, caressing, cooing like a dove. I didn't make it into work the next day and you couldn't sand paper the smile off my face! The next time was even hotter! Blindfold, leather cuffs and anklets, but that is another story! Hope you enjoyed this one!!
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2/25/2007 11:01 am |
I had met this guy and we had exchanged phone numbers and finally decided to date on Valentines day. I choose to make him dinner at my place and he'd bring the wine and entertainment. When he knocked on my door I greeted him in a knee length apron and come fuck me pumps, looking very sexy and appettizing. I had the cd "Am I worth it" by Heather Headley on and the lights slightly dimmed..He said Hi and presented me with 1 red rose, a bottle of wine, a sweet little peck on the cheek wishing me a happy valentines day. As I turned to let him in I explained that dinner was spaghetti, green salad, and garlic bread( the whole time turning to let him see that the apron and the heels were all that I was wearing as I switch my ass across the room making it bounce like I know he would like and then I told him I was the dessert. Needless to say he was overwhelmed, delighted and hard as chinese arithmatic, so he picked me up and carried me to the couch and laid me down gently and started kissing me softly all over as I gently kiss and caresses his body at the same time. We made passionatlove to each others entire body....that night we had dessert before dinner and it was truly a very romantic night that we both will never forget.
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2/25/2007 10:09 am |
2 yrs ago I had one of the best Valentine's a woman could ask for...I had left my husband of 15 yrs the summer of '04....I went to work, later in the day receiving a dozen pink roses, with a card that read...To the most amazing woman I know...meet me at La Bella, 7:30 sharp...Your secret admirer... I could not imagine who would send me these...with the exception of a co worker who knew what I had gone through. I went home showered, trying to put on my make up on, getting nervous as each minute slipped by....asking myself should I go or not, a million times over....I wore a black dress, a bit conservative yet sexy...I arrived at the restaurant, walked in, the Host knew who I was, took my coat, and proceeded to take me to a table in the upper deck of the room. There was a pink rose with a card, a glass of my favorite wine.....yet no one there... My heart was pounding, I was nervous... I took a sip of wine, looking around to the other diners...couples, families...wondering if I had made a mistake by coming. Feeling a bit out of place sitting by myself... As I took the envelope in my hand, there was a hush....as I looked up, I looked into the eyes of the most handsome man, dressed in a suit, with a smile that would melt a woman's heart...a red rose, a small gift...I stood to greet him, kissing each cheek...and a hug, with a whisper of "I love you Mom"...I didn't want you to be alone your first Valentine's Day as a single woman. We had a wonderful dinner... I of course, was the proudest woman/Mom there...by the way, the gift....a necklace, a heart with Special Mom written on it...A night I will always remember....a son who never ceases to amaze me....
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2/25/2007 10:04 am |
My husband picked me up from work on our anniversary. He took me to a beautiful steakhouse, and had pre-ordered our favorite meal. When our dessert came, he had arranged ahead of time to have something special. Happy Anniversary Angie and Mike was written in Hot Fudge on our dessert plate. When we were done, he took me upstairs to a room he had already secured the room key for. Without me knowing, he had come early and set up the room for our evening. He asked me to wait outside for about 30 seconds. I found out it was to light all the candles he had waiting. When i came in, there was a new silk teddy on the bed for me, silk boxers for him, several stuffed animals and two dozens roses placed in the middle of the bed. After the obvious love making, he had arranged for champagne and dessert to be brought to our room. As he poured the champagne, he asked me to get the dessert ready. When i removed the lid from the plate, expecting more cake, there was the most beautiful necklace i had ever seen. It was an hourglass, 14-karat gold, and the hourglass was filled with diamond dust, and the chain was pure gold. He then had a limousine waiting for us, that took us down the Las Vegas strip for a very romantic drive, and took me down to the Mandalay Bay, where there was a VIP party going on inside the House of Blues. It was an intimate party with only a dozen people, and a Music Star i cant mention. After the party we had front row seats for the concert. We topped off the evening with a return to our hotel room, where we just talked and cuddled and cried with the excitement of our incredible evening. He is always doing romantic things for me and they are too numerous to mention, but this one will always stand out, as it was our first wedding anniversary, and although i had known since the day we met that he was my soulmate, a night like this just proved to me that we are always on the same page, and that our lives together were just gonna be one great adventure after another.
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2/25/2007 6:53 am |
here is my VALENTINE DAY i never meet a guy in the internet but have a one guy he fall in love with me here in the net. but he thought im a girl but of corse he never ask me what i am and of corse and im always still kept in touch with him and his the one gonna sending me in the school and u know he always ask 2 show my body but i tell him i cant show my body here bec. they have a lot of people here in the cafe so he send me a money for my tuetion fees in the school my meals and alot that what i want of corse i act.like a girl and i tell him im still virgine and thats why he respect me 2 much as a girl and and the time we meet in person im going crazy what im doing 2 do and until we meet in person thn he is shuck bec. im not a real girl his going crazy and he is crying and he get mad at me so much and he arrive here in the phillipines feb.12,2006 until the VALENTINES DAY come he call me and he meet me again and he realize that he cnt let me go and he tell me i do really like u what u are and he accept me what i am thn i tell him im sorry bec. my mind and in my heart im a girl and until now we still have a relation and im so very tnkful bec.he trust me now so much and the time we gonna make love he never touch my cock and he never saw my cock until now he respect me like a real girl and i never cheat him thats all guy
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My boyfriend and I lived quite a distance apart so seeing each other all the time wasn't an option. We got to spend a couple weeks together about 4 times a year and other than that we talked on the phone everyday. I was at work when I got the page that I had a phone call. It was him. Singing "You are so beautiful" to me. Then I got flowers delivered to me at the front office. He called again later in the shift to tell me how much he would have loved to have seen me that day. We chatted a few minutes, he told me he had another surprise for me but I would have to wait for that one to be delivered to my home. I get home a few hours later and my front door is open and there's a wierd light. I'm kinda worried because I never leave my door open. I walk in slow and cautious and find my boyfriend sitting at my kitchen table that had been set with dinner, candles, more flowers and wine. I'm standing there staring and my jaw has got to be on the floor and he just says "Hiya, Baby." After dinner he gave me a candlelit bubble bath with rose petals and then a massage. So instead of curling up with my phone that Valentine's Day, I got dinner, a fabulous bath and an even better massage that led to more. And corny as it sounds, the best part was waking up with him wrapped around me. The Greater The Mind, The Greater The Need For Simple Distractions..............now where's that wet nap?
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First of all let us not confuse sex with romance and if this is agreeable then my story is>>>>>>>>>>> When she swept into my life this vision of loveliness, Deidre, was a mere 23, yes 20 years my junior but right away I knew she was the soulmate I had been waiting for. We got off to a rocky start with her taking a instant dislike to me through a misunderstanding. We met at a rehearsal for "The Last of the Red Hot Lovers by Neil Simon and she was playing Bobbie and I Barney. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on and I fervently hoped that the bad start would be overcome and better things would begin for the two of us. Imagine my surprise when at a following rehearsal she asked me for advice as her married boyfriend had just left his wife and had moved holus bollus into her apartment despite her not wanting him there. Being the type of person I am I offered to go around there and throw him out, she looked surprised and asked would I really do that for her. When I answered yes my wish came true, immediately she looked at me with a soft dreamy expression on her face and thanked me by touching the back of my hand very gently. Oh the electricity that shot between us was something that I will remember to my dying day. Well to cut a long story short we became friends and on a subsequent rehearsal the director invited all the cast except Deidre to come back to his place for lunch, now it was an oversight that he did not invite her not an act of malice, so this is when my most memorable date took place. I saw that Deidre was quite upset when the others left the theatre so I asked her to have a takeaway chinese with me, we jumped in my car and drove to the chinese cafe where we ordered Pork fried rice and lemon chicken. Then she invited me back to her flat to eat our hastily bought lunch. The apartment was small and intimate with no dining facility so we sat on the floor side by side legs touching eating out of the containers. I already knew she was the loveliest person I was ever likely to meet but I couldn't take my eyes from her beautiful face, as we slowly finished our meal she again touched my hand and once again sparks flew, heart raced and mouth dried leaving me almost swooning. Taking my life in my hands I leaned toward her and gently kissed her lips and much to my surprise she responded in kind. We held hands and kissed and talked about everything and nothing and something beautiful was born. As an afternote we later married and have a wonderful beautiful daughter. I know this was not an earth shattering date but to me it was the most wonderful time I had had in all my 43 years and I thank the lord that I was priveleged to meet and marry this beautiful person.[image]
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1 post 2/24/2007 11:56 pm |
last year, the girl I was dating at the time worked at a little steak and seafood resturant just out side of town. She had to work valentines day, so the night before, we did all the gifts, and made the trip around the bases. well, the next day, she went in to work. Being a small family resturant, all the tables where booked for the day, because every one wanted a night to them selves for valentines. I knew she would be upset when that day came, so I'd booked a table too. I knew her manager, and got her to call me as soon as my girl went on break. when she did, me and the bus boys cleaned the table down to just a white cloth. I then set out a vase of roses, and pulled the petals from one rose, and layed them out on the table. I lite two candles, and ordered her favorite meal, and waited. When she came back on, her manager told her there was a special table on the far side, that she should take it. and then take off early for the night. She was thrilled when she saw me. Her seat was take though, by a small brunette. weighed about 1 1/2 lbs. it was a yorkshier terrier puppy. we split up about 2 months later, she got the dog, I got the memories.
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My most romantic date was on our 6th wedding anniversary, August 23, 1991. I had been trying to talk my husband into having children for quite a few years and he kept telling me that he wasn't ready. We had some credit card bills and had been working hard to pay them off. My husband surprised me by picking me up from work and taking me to Red Lobster for supper. When we arrived at Red Lobster I was surprised to find that there were a dozen roses waiting on our table and when I opened the card it read: We are out of debt Will you please have my baby? I love you very much!!! Happy Anniversary, Your Loving Husband. I was so shocked and pleasantly taken completely off guard that I looked at my husband and said 'what do you mean?' He told me to read it again. After reading the card again it finally hit me that he was serious and I uncontrollabley cried for quite a while. The waitress was worried about me and asked me if I was ok. I told her that I was WONDERFUL and explained to her what the card said. We went home and made mad passionate love, without birth control. This was the most wonderful and unforgettable date of my life and one of the most happy moments of our marriage. I became pregnant 5 months later and we had a son on October 23, 1992.
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This date didn't start as a date at all. I had just been assigned to a small base in Italy a week prior and the guy I was replacing, Dave, and I were playing cards when he got a phone call. A friend of his, Kate, who ran the base club, had just picked up her replacement and they were heading for the pizzeria on base for a bite to eat and asked if we wanted to join them. We said sure, we weren't doing anything else. We met them at the pizzeria and just sat there and talked for about an hour while we ate...actually they ate and Dave and I picked at their food. The new girl, Schayna, had the most beautiful blue eyes and a great smile--I just couldn't keep my eyes off of her. It didn't hurt that she had the most amazing figure I had ever actually seen in person either. After dinner, the four of us played pool and she and I flirted back and forth until it was late and we all had to get some sleep for work in the morning. Well, Dave walked Kate back to her room and I, naturally, walked Schayna back to hers. After saying goodnight and turning to walk away, it was all I could do to not turn around go back and knock on her door. Dave was waiting for me at the corner of the apartment building--he took one look at me and said, "Dude, you are done." He was absolutely right and eight months later we were engaged and two months after that we were married and have been happily for nearly eight years.
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2/24/2007 11:03 pm |
I arrive for a one day course for work and my heart jumps. A good looking guy who has this aura about him is the presenter. I feel his glance on me during the day and when I look up his eyes twinkle and he gives me a lovely smile. With about an hour before the end of the course he drops a note in front of me and keeps walking. I open the note and it says, “I am just visiting town, would you show me the sites and join me for dinner?” I look up and he is looking directly at me. I smile and nod my head. I take him to all the great viewing spots and we end up at the beach just on sunset. He pulls a bottle of bubbly and two glasses out of the bag he had. He walks to the waters edge and picks up a shell and brings it back to me, “This is our shell,” he says and puts it into his top pocket, the one over his heart. When we went to dinner, I went to the bathroom and when I came back he had two white roses. He handed me one and said, “I picked these from the garden. I am taking this one with me to remember our time together.” My heart melts. We spent several hours talking about our lives, our dreams and desires. He stretched his legs out under the table and they brushed my ankles, I took off my shoe and I stroked his leg, up as far as my leg could reach, he reached across the table and stroked my hand, each finger caressed and lightly touched. He brought my hand to his lips and kissed each finger, one by one. The waiter came to say he was locking up, hours had passed. He asked if he could give me a back massage and I hesitated wondering what I might be commencing. I just wanted to stay with him longer, so I said yes. We went to his room and he went into the bathroom as he told me to take off my blouse and lie face down on the bed. I did so and for the next hour he massaged my back, up over my shoulders and down to my buttocks. Completely relaxing me. He kissed my neck and whispered, “Get dressed and join me outside”. I was amazed. He had another bottle of bubbly and we drank and watched as the sun started to chase the darkness of the evening away. He gave me a gentle kiss on the lips and said, “I will ring you later. My plane leaves in an hour”. I drove away completely confused and yet relaxed. That night started a 5 year long distance relationship with lots of travelling to see each other and on the anniversary date of our meeting I always received one white rose. I will love you forever, Tony.
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2/24/2007 10:25 pm |
Well here is my valentines day romantic story ,There I was tired from packing for a move and totally dreading the day because it was V-day and I just wanted it to be over (Since I live on the East Coast and she on the West Coast ) . Then out of the blue , I get a phone call from my lover of whom i did not honestly expect to hear from so early in the afternoon .The last time we had seen each other was New Years Eve , but we had been chatting on the phone every day since , until we can be together . Anyway my lover calls me up and tells me that she just arrived and she is on her way , Moments later ( seem like hours ) I hear a Knock , knock ........... I went to open the door and... there she was , without a slightness of any hesitation i took her into my arms , held her firmly , our mouths came together..... our tongues feeling starvation and raging out of control , tongues dancing together furiously , our mouths consuming each other , tongues exploring deeply in each others sweet warm mouths .I love to kiss her , her mouth and lips and mine just fit together like they were meant to . I picked her up and carried her into the living room and sat and cuddle on the sofa and begin to explore each others mouth again this time much longer , hot passionate kisses that led into fondling each other and driving each other wild , She pulled away and knelt down in front of me on the sofa , out of the blue , she asked , did I tell you " Happy Valentine's Day?" , then said my sweet love I am going to give you a Valentine's Day gift you will never forget , my sweet sexy hot love , I looked at her and said" Happy Valentines Day to you too , baby ". Our Valentine's Day was just pure love making it lasted three fantastic days , she had to return back to the West Coast . That was the best Valentines Day of my whole life . I felt like it was a dream . I met her here three years ago , she is a great woman . This is a love story that I really have been living ." Yes I am all packed , so to move to the West Coast then every day will be a Valentine's Day. " Win , lose or draw , this contest don't matter I have my lover "
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2/24/2007 9:54 pm |
This took place this year. I love a man to surprise me with either flowers or jewelry. It was a normal year as always, short of money,both of us being retired. Bear, my hubby, since he had his heart problems back in 2001 and again this year he had two in the same month of April, as the trouble in 2001. He does not like to be remind to give me flower nor did he like to take clues. We talked of not buying gifts this year for each other,and we both wanted to be alone in Walmark to look for our card for each other. Bear said he did not care he was going to get me something. I excepted flower not too spendy,he went to the store and came back NO Flowers. The evening wore,we watched TV programs,nothing, I feel just a little disappointed. We go to bed and calmly Bear asked me to look behind that pillow,he never gave one look that he had a surprise for me. I looked and there was a small round box with a tiny bow,I gave him a big smile and went to open the box. I was wondering if he had gotten me a diamond, for we had been talking for a while about what we wanted to give each. Did he get it early for our 20th anniversary is not unlit the spring? I opened it slowly and my eyes saw the colors of Black and Opal. I closed it fast and looked again into those wonderful pale green eyes that look sometimes even Black or Brown depending on the light or his cloths. He was nude now with that hairly chest that I loved, even if it had some gray in it now,just made it more sexy!!! Ok yes it was outstanding this man had done all the right things,for I love Opals and this one was a turtle. Oh,we collect trutles of all kinds wood,clay, glass even to jewelry. This one was even more beatuiful than the carved one out of stone with a opal in it's back. This one was shining silver,with a pattern on it's.It was not small either about 3 inches from the silver wide band neck hock and it silver tail. I was so happy we had some hot sexy loving making. Our love making is for real, different every time we practice it!!(laughing)Yes,I do mean that!!! How could anyone not pass 50 years old understand,for it is trusting and totally open with honestity,only a swingers marriage could be like that.
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2/24/2007 9:03 pm |
i was dating a woman who i was madly in love with so much that i thought that i would set up the perfect date for her birthday to make sure she felt loved and special. i got to her house about fifteen minutes early to make sure that i dont keep her waiting, and to see if she had gotten ready early. she was just finished getting dressed and came down stairs, wearing the sexiest tight black pants. opened the car door for her where inside there was a single white rose waiting on her seat, it was all worth the hugest smile she had on her face. took her to a romantic candlelight dinner i had set up on my balcony at my apartment i was staying at, cool summer breeze, candlelight flickers, just enought o light up her face. after dinner and talking, we laid on the couch and watched the notebook (her favorite movie, i didnt mind it either) as the night went on, we grew a lil tired and i had the final part of our evening set up. i got up and went in the bedroom to get it ready, then i came out and made her close her eyes, and led her by the hand into my bedroom. as soon as we were inside and i closed the door, i let her open her eyes, to see candle light placed randomly around the room. some soft music, boys 2 men, all 4 one, kc and jojo, playing in the backround. and rose petals laid accross the bed. lets just say it was one of the best nights of my life, a little bit of time and effort payed off in full.
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2/24/2007 8:36 pm |
My second wife, and I was with my first wife at the time, got my best friend to get me to go to a minor league baseball game. We all worked together, so it seemed pretty innocent. She and I got rather into one another, and she even made me start making out with another girl from work, so everyone would think that I was the only one who was out for a thrill. She ended up giving me a ride back to my car and pulled off to the side of the road, in the middle of a subdivision. She told me she wasn't wearing any painties, and I knew from that point on, when she wore that dress, she wasn't wearing any panties. I know romantic is subjective, but I've probably had more sex than 5 average people, and dozens of times more than most of the people on this site, and I thought that no paintie, semi-exhibitionist, eat me in front of whoever lives here's house, was incredibly romantic. Cost me my first divorce, and it was a good investment. We also had sex in a park, during the day, but I was used to it by then, so I was just glad that no kids came by.
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2/24/2007 8:36 pm |
My perfect date would last a week-end. He would pick me up on friday at 7:30 pm. He would then take me shopping for clothes for the weekend. We would go to dinner eating the meal as we talked and got to know each other. We would then go back to his place and have dessert. I would get up in the morning and find out we are on a farm where they bred horses. We would be called into the kitchen and we would eat breakfast. From there we would go horse back riding until lunch and have a picnic. We would play in the forest and then go back to his home. We would eat supper and sit by the fire talking and watching television with the sound down low. We would then go and have dessert. Sunday we would get up again and have another day of riding and playing in the forest.By the time he drove me home on sunday evening we would be planning the next week-end. I would go to bed knowing that I was pleased and he was pleased with how well we hit it off and the number of things he had taught me.mmmmmmmmmm We can all dream and this is one of mine. To meet someone that you get along with so well that you know you will both be seeing a lot of each other even if it is not a permanent relationship.
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2/24/2007 8:17 pm |
This romantic date actually happened just a few weeks ago! We had been chatting and talking on the phone for a few months, and one weekend he told me he had decided to come down and visit me (he lives two hours away). On top of that, he was going to cook me dinner! Now, I should explain that up until this point I had given up on men. I had escaped from a horrible relationship, and had become disillusioned when it comes to dating. So this man I have never met shows up at my door. He is just the sweetest and most charming man I have ever met! And cute! It sure helps that he's French Canadian...I just melt when the French language is spoken to me. I help him prepare dinner - Salmon in a mustard sauce, asparagus, rice, and ice cream with little chocolate biscuits for dessert - and then we settle into the living room to watch a movie. My roommate had taken the liberty to light some candles before he left. While we're sitting, trying to decide what movie to watch, suddenly he's rubbing my shoulders and touching my face. Well, that was it. We didn't even have time to find a movie!! Unfortunately, since he lives so far away, dating isn't really an option...but that will definitely be a night to remember.
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I had promised to take my girlfriend to her favorite restaurant for Valentine’s Day. I showed up at her house right after work to pick her up. She called through the door for me to wait one minute, and then come in. When I entered the house, I heard soft music coming from her bathroom. The door was closed, and on it was a note which read: “take off all your clothes, then come in and join me.” I entered her bathroom to find her in a bubble bath, sipping a glass of Bollinger champagne. She handed me a chilled glass, and instructed me to sit on the edge of the tub. She took my cock in her mouth and began to suck me slowly as I gently fondled her tits. We hadn’t had sex in over a week, so I was very horny and it didn’t take me long to get extremely aroused and aching to cum. Before I got right to the edge though, she stopped sucking and brought me into the tub where we kissed and caressed each others’ bodies. I now had her back to my chest, and I was massaging her magnificent, glistening 34DDs with one hand while rubbing her pussy with the other. I then had her lay back and put her legs up, sliding her pussy directly beneath the faucet. I turned it on with a warm, steady flow and watched it stream down onto her clit. She couldn’t stand it for very long before she exploded into orgasm, screaming and moaning as I squeezed her nipples. When she finally composed herself, we kissed again, and she whispered that she wanted me in her ass. I had tried for months to take her anally, but she had consistently resisted all my advances. Although she had denied it, I think she was afraid that my thick, eight inches might cause her some discomfort. Her bed had been freshly made with satin sheets, and scented candles adorned her bedroom. A porn video was silently playing, with a couple performing anal sex. We watched the video for awhile and she was more aroused now than I think I had ever seen her before. I started to play with her pussy and she came within seconds, squirting cum all over my fingers. She begged me to take her ass, so I got her positioned doggy-style and lubed up my throbbing dick. She was so hot that I had no trouble inserting my full length, which left her gasping with her face buried in her pillow. I was mesmerized by the realization of this long-held fantasy of having my rock-hard cock engulfed by the tightness and pulsating heat of her gorgeous ass. It was more than I could bear, and it wasn’t long before I erupted with huge spasms of cum. When I regained consciousness, I finger-fucked her pussy while licking her asshole and she exploded one last time. It was a Valentine’s Night I shall never forget!
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2/24/2007 7:02 pm |
It was the fall of 2000 and I was 18 years old. There I stood in my black body suit on my mother’s front steps waiting for BJ to pick me up. Nervously I stood awaiting what seemed to me then, the man of my dreams. As I fixed the strap of my shoe I heard tires screeching to a halt. Quickly I looked up and there he stood…… lean and sexy dressed in all black as well and he said quickly “Get in……..I got a surprise waiting for you.” All of a sudden I got a knot in my stomach as he opened the passenger door for me wondering what this man could have in store for me. The drive was long and quite and there was a sexual energy between the two of us that I definitely had never felt before. Suddenly the car stopped and Brice wrapped a Red Satan Scarf around my eyes and then opened my car door and let me out. He stood behind me and wrapped his long strong arms around my waist as he kissed the back of my neck Whispering…….. “This will be a night you will never forget” As the door opened I felt him slowly unzipping the back of my suit allowing his hands to caress the small of my back and when he had it off he asked me to just stand there and allow him to look at me. Still blindfolded I felt nervous. Finally He took the blindfold off and I couldn’t believe my eyes. The floor was covered in rose pedals that lead all the way to a heart shaped Jacuzzi that was laced with lighted candles, a bottle of champagne and two glasses. As my eyes gazed the room I also noticed BJ’s perfect form naked and beaconing me and so I obliged. He laid me down in front of the fireplace on the bed of roses and caressed my body from head to toe using only his tongue. In between he glazed into my eyes wantingly As he said “ You know I love you……I can think of no one else but you and I want to make your first time the best time you’ll ever have….I swear you will never forget me.” As he whispered in my ear I felt chills up my spine and my body heat rose to temperatures I didn’t know existed. He stood me up and carried me to the Jacuzzi as you would a baby and I was enchanted. I never knew I could feel this good and yet it seemed to only be getting better. As he placed me into hot water he commenced to wash every inch of me and then lowering himself into the water with me. He placed a strawberry into my mouth and kissed me as he took a bite. His caramel body glistened as he picked me up and placed me on top of him. I lost complete control.
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2/24/2007 6:59 pm |
WELL MY MOST ROMANTIC DATE WAS BACK IN THE YEAR OF 1989 DURING THE SUMMER AND IT WAS BEAUTIFUL WEATHER IN SOUTH FLORIDA AS ALWAYS.MY CHILDHOOD LOVE AND I WERE OUT WALKING IN THE PARK AFTER WE HAD EATEN A ROMANTIC DINNER FOR TWO ON THE LITTLE GAZEBO IN THE PARK, NOTHING FANCY JUST SOME SHRIMP SCAMPI,MANGO SALAD AND PAPAYA JUICE.MY COUSIN DID'NT STAY FAR SO HE WALKED ME HOME AND AS WE SAT OUTSIDE AND TALKED HE STARED INTO MY EYE'S LIKE THERE WAS NO TOMORROW NOW ME BEING THE CAUTIOUS ONE I JUST KNEW WHEN HE SAID THAT HE HAD SOMETHING TO TELL ME I EXPECTED THE WORST OF COURSE BUT I WAS STILL ANXIOUS TO HEAR IT. UNKNOWING TO ME HE HAD ASKED MY COUSIN IF HE COULD BORROW HER APARTMENT FOR AWHILE SO SHORTLY AFTER WE ENTERED SHE LEFT WITH ONLY HIM AND ME TOGETHER ALONE. HE EXCUSED HIMSELF RETURNING A SHORT TIME LATER LEADING ME UPSTAIRS TO THE BATHROOM WHERE HE HAD DRAWN A HOT BUBBLE BATH WITH ONLY CANDLES FOR LIGHT.THE SCENT OF ROSES FILLED THE AIR BECAUSE THE TUB HAD WHAT SEEMED LIKE HUNDREDS OF THEM FLOATING IN THE WATER.HE UNDRESSED ME SLOWLY CARESSING MY BREAST GENTLY AS HE SUCKLED EACH ONE INTO HIS MOUTH..SENDING MY HEAD SPINNING.TO MAKE A LONG STORY SHORT AFTER HE SUCKED MY TOES INTO HIS MOUTH I ALL BUT JUMPED ONTO HIS BIG COCK AND AFTER ABOUT 3 ORGASMS APIECE WE GOT OUT OF THE TUB AND HE DRIED ME OFF FROM HEAD TO TOE.IF I COULD'NT HAVE THOUGHT THE NIGHT WOULD GET ANY BETTER HE HELD MY FACE WITH BOTH HANDS AND KISSED ME DEEPLY PROBING MY MOUTH WITH HIS TOUNGE WHEN I FELT SOMETHING HARD IN MY MOUTH.I REACHED UP AND PULLED THE OBJECT OUT OF MY MOUTH AND IT WAS A DIAMOND RING...HE DROPPED TI HIS KNEES AND ASKED ME TO BE HIS WIFE AND I WAS FLUSTERED FOR A MINUTE BECAUSE I COULD'NT CATCH MY BREATH BUT I DID SAY YES!TRUE STORY EVERY WORD!
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2/24/2007 6:40 pm |
my most romantic valentines day would be this years 2007 my husband and i got a baby sitter for the whole day and went to lunch and had a wonderful time and later went to a hotel to have some fun but when we got there he gave me the keys to the car and told me to come back in about 2 hours he had something special to do for me and i could not see until then i wondered in surprise what it could be and had the biggest smile on my face ever so i left went shopping so he could do his thing and in about 2 hrs i called him to see if he was ready for me and he said to me yes darlin i am and i told him i was on my way when i got there to my surprise i was shocked at what i found in front of the door it was rose petals and a letter with instuctions inside i was to open the door and follow the rose petals and stop at each place and follow where it leads so i stopped at the first one and there was a glass of wine as u can tell i am smilling from ear to ear i moved on too the next and found a box of chocolates and a note that said your getting warmer i laughed and i followed the next trail and i found a dozen yellow and red roses omg they were beautiful i almost criied and i slowly turned around to follow the last rail and there he was with this smile of happiness on his face that i was so happy he gently kissed my and said happy valentines day i love you i told him this is so beautful and he said this isnt all my love and told me to close my eyes and take his hand and follow him he lead me into the bedroom and stopped me at the door and told me to open my eyes i was shocked with amazment there were candles lite and rose petals all over the room and the bed and my favorite songs was playin by bon jovi i want to lay you down in a bed of roses i looked at him and smiled and he said i want to lay you down in my bed of roses and he took the things he gotten me and sat them down and picked me up into his arms and carried me to the bed softly kissing me the whole time i was in a state of amazement as u can guess what happened we made love as if it were the very first time i will never forget this valentines day he is my best friend my lover and my husband always
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2/24/2007 6:36 pm |
I had a very exciting weekend. Friday night my doctor friend from out of town came down, took me to eat at a very nice restaurant, then to the movies. Before any of our evening started, however, as soon as he got in the door we began fondling and touching each other. Ten minutes after he arrived to pick me up for dinner, he had my panties down and was making love to me on the couch. He can make love, stay hard and and make love again. While I was getting ready for the dinner date, and after our first love session in the living room, he followed me into my bedroom stroking himself and wanted more. I told him he had to wait, because I was being naughty and didn't want him to have his way when he said so, only when I agreed. I wanted to torture him, make him wait for it, not always get it when he wanted, so he would crave me so badly he would go crazy with desire. He fondled me through the movie and we held hands and had a great time at dinner. I wish he lived closer, he really turns me on. He knows exactly what to say and do to get me hot. He spent the night and at 2:00 AM I woke him up by massaging him and he of course became immediately aroused. He is 61 yrs old and very horny, hot all the time. I loved every minute of it. So then after that episode, we slept until about 10:30AM, went to breakfast, then back to my place for our last love making. We must have made love at least 6 times while he was there. I think he feels like I do, can't get enough of each other. He told me I was a very beautiful woman and he really enjoys being with me. Unfortunately he lives in a town which is 1 hr away. He left around 3pm.
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For me, I can't really choose the most romantic date, because everyday for me and Imaddicted2u is romantic. Lots of people tend to associate romance with flowers, chocolates, and sex. Well for me, romance means more than that. After spending 15 years in a turbulent relationship, I had given up on romance until I met my soul mate. We met in 2001 and our relationship began as a friendship which slowly developed into love. I never intended to fall in love with him, but he took me by complete surprise and before I knew it I was hooked and I knew that this man would be the one that I would grow old with, and that he was someone with whom my children would love and respect. I was correct on both counts. We officially moved in together in 2002 and since then we have had our ups and downs but that happens with all relationships. The # 1 rule in our relationship is communication-without it you don’t really have a relationship. I would also have to include sex as the 2nd aspect in a relationship, it may not be the #1 but it is a very important part. Since we have been together I have had the best sex of my life. Each day is a romantic day for us because of 3 simple words-I Love You! We say these words to each other everyday. Each morning, when Imaddicted2u leaves for work I always get a kiss goodbye along with an I Love You and when he arrives home, I always get a kiss hello along with an I Love You. Yes, we still have our romantic dinners and I get flowers, cards and chocolates but in the end these things are just icing on the cake, because the deep love that we feel for each other and the little things that we do for each other is the Romance.
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Six years ago I got divorced. The marriage wasn't good. I met a guy online and he asked me out to dinner. We met at a local deli. I got to the restaurant first and was waiting a short while for him to come through the door. It was winter and he was wearing a long grey wool coat. He was very handsome. Charming beyond my expectations. Sparks immediately flew between us and we continued to go to dinner and chatted and got to know each other. After dinner he took me for a drive and we went into the building where he worked. We both made the most passionate love. Yes, love. We were a perfect fit. A perfect love connection. We continued seeing each other and continued making passionate love for the next few weeks. He soon disappeared and broke my heart but business took him away for two years. When he returned to Michigan, he wanted to see me I but had lost my phone number, which is understandable during the timeframe. He was determined to find me. Steve remembered that I belonged to AOL and looked at all the profiles for women in my area to see if he could find me. He then took a trial membership in AOL just to see if he could find me online. He found one profile that had my picture attached. I was so surprised and shocked that a few years down the road he would go to such lengths to try to find me. We started dating again and to my great shock found out that he remarried and never told me. I was dating a married man and didn't know it. Well, I reflected on all the good times we had. I know that I am definately in love with him. He has asked me when he can see me and I tell him that I don't know and his response is "I will wait for as long as it takes" which leads me to believe that he does love me. I know that I will always be 'the other woman' but then again, maybe not. Only time will tell. XO Andie
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My special Valentine Day date… I woke up and went into the dining room and found it filled with paper hearts and balloons.I grabbed my cup of coffee and headed to my computer on my desk sat a box of chocolates opened and two pieces gone in there where 2 pairs of heart shaped earrings . What a wonderful way to start Valentines Day.. Later that day a dozen long stem roses arrived At 6 pm my special guy showed up and out to dinner we went. We had a just dessert date we sat across each other in candlelight feeding each other desserts.. Then to a special hotel that had a fireplace hot tub in the room where he prepared a hot bubble bath with scented oil and rose petals. He washed my hair and my body wrapped me in a big over sized fluffy towel and led me back to the bed where he had more rose petals had me lay across the bed for a warm oil massage….the rest.well…I don’t kiss and tell! This was how we spent our very first Valentines Day 5 years ago.. We met right here in TSdates.com in the Norcal chatroom….
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2/24/2007 4:38 pm |
My most romantic date was in 2006 when I met a 30-year-old female at a Walgreens in downtown Chicago. She was standing in line in front of me and was counting some change in her hands so she could buy a pop and pack of donuts. When she got to the counter to pay for her items she was informed by the cashier that the donusts were no longer on sale and that the price had been increased. This caused her to be 17 cents short and could not buy the donuts. I steeped up and offered her a quarter so she could complete her purchase. She said thank you and gave me my change. After I made my purchase (some baby oil) I walked outside to see her sitting down on a bench eating her donuts and drinking her pop. I walked over to her and asked her name. She told me and I then sat down, introduced myself and started what ended up being an hour conversation. Later, I asked her if she wanted to go get some ice cream (my treat) and she accepted my offer. We sat at the ice cream parlor and talked some more as we both ate a double scoop of cookies n cream ice cream. By this time it was 8 p.m. so we headed for the train station to go home. We both had to take the train to the south side of Chicago all the way to the end of the line. When we arrived at our stop I offered her a ride home. I often park my car at the train station. As I was driving her home we started talking about how it's been a long time since we had a "good" fucked. We talked about what pleases us and how we liked it. Before I knew it, we ended up at my place and fucked for the rest of the night. She spent the night and when the morning came, we both called off work and stayed at my place and fucked all day until 2 p.m. I remember the time because I had to drop her off on my way to pick my son up from school at 3 p.m. We ended up fucking each other as "friends" for the next six months until she moved to Atlanta, where I hear she is a big time freak. I still think about how good she swallowed my cum when I nutted down her throat after sucking my dick. I still think about how good it felt to stick my dick in her pussy and how good she rode me and bounced her big as on my dick. I am still trying to find a freak who can suck and fuck me the way she did. I guess I need to go back to that same Walgreens!
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2/24/2007 4:06 pm |
My perfectly romantic Valentine's Day was the best day of my life! I had been dating this guy for about 2 months. We met at a country dance club New Year's Eve 2003. We went to a Valentine's Party,at the same dance club, with some friends. We were having a great time, had some champange and sweets. The rooms were filled with roses and balloons and lots of decorations. My prince charming had given me a wonderful card and some chocolates. I thought it was really sweet of him since we had really just started dating. We dance for a while and he says that he is tired and he thinks he needs to leave. When he finds out the local television stations are going to be doing a story on the party he has me call his parents and mine and tell them to watch the news. I thought "Ok. Why? You are leaving." He says good bye and I thought he had left. Then I hear him talking over the speakers, and he tells me to come to the dance floor. So I did. When I reach the center of the floor I see him coming from the opposite end with a headset on and three roses in his hand: Red, White and Yellow. He begins telling everyone how much he love me and that the Red rose was for love, white beacuse he would always honor me and yellow for the passion he feels everytime we kiss! He walks over to me, hands me the roses and tells me he loves me. As if I am not crying enough he drops down on one knee and tells everyone that I am his life and then asks me to marry him, with a beautiful ring! I thought I was going to pass out and the entire room was completely silent and people crying everywhere, including some men. Of course I said yes and he stood up and kissed me again and hugges me. He was shaking so bad I thought he was going to pass out with joy. His was ctying , too! He had the D.J. play my favorite love song and we danced, just the two of us on the floor. When we came off the dance floor everybody was yelling and clapping and congratulating us. At the end of the night I find out that all of our friends and his parents were in on the surprise. I think you can figure out what happend when we got home. Let's just say we didn't get much sleep that night!! We got married 5 months later in that same dance club on that same dance floor!!!! That is my Perfect V-Day story and it is a true story!! I still cry when I think about it!!!
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2/24/2007 3:57 pm |
I was already a bit tipsy from tilting a few juice glasses of Jack Daniels when I suddenly heard the soft knock on my cheap third floor apartment house door? With the rent paid up for February I wondered who the fuck it could possibly be as I closed my bathrobe and tied up its belt to hide my naked frame beneath it. Yeah a tearful soon to be in March ex wife was the last thing I ever had expected to come knocking! With her head half bowed down, Cindy's usually proud pretty face now wore a look of deep shame as she brought her green tear stained up to meet mine head on. I stood silently holding my gaze as her quivering lips fought to find the right words. Then as a flood of tears accompanied her totally shaking body, Cindy told me "How truly sorry she was and how much she really Loved and missed me!" While for some 8 seperated months I had wanted more than anything in the world to hear her say those very words to me, time changes everything as I rebutted her attempts to thighly hug me in a genuine loving embrace. Desperate and determined to win me back, Cindy quickly reached for the bow on the front of my bathrobe belt as I delibertely stepped back away from her and the doorway. Shutting my door behind her, Cindy's eyes lowered to focus on my flacid but always nice sized fully exposed hanging Cock now centered between both front open sides of my blue robe. Dam in the two years that we had dated and 14 more we lived together, only twice had Cindy used her mouth on my Dick. Both times while she had been quite a bit tipsy and both times not lasting more than two minutes. How many countless times I had dreamed or even masturubated to fantasises of my lovely Cindy sucking me off just once? So as I stood unmoving, she submissively sank down on her knees while proclaiming that she would allow me to Come right in her mouth if I would let her make oral love to my Penis! Thus while I witnessed for the very first time ever, Cindy living out the role of a Slut type woman, I began to wonder who had been giving her the lessons on how to Suck Cock over the past 6 or 7 months? Was it Jerry her boss or perhaps Rodney her thursday nite bridge club partner? So under her spirited kissing, licking and then deep needy sucking, my Prick grew into a most blood engorged state of arousal as I couldnt help but reach for the back of Cindy's long golden locks head. Dam I couldn't believe how good she had become at giving hot craving head! How wonderful her soft tight warm mouth with hollowed cheeks gripped my stiff pecker in full loving worship! Perhaps her bank limited account had run out or they were going to repo her beamer soon? It really didn't matter to me as I knew Cindy was not there on Valentines day out of Love for me but rather out of Financial Needs! So I smiled down at her as I began to sway my hips forward in perfect timing to her bobbing head. Then a few wonderful minutes later as I felt the pangs of an unavoidable Climax unfolding within scant seconds, I relaxed my pent up nuts as I told her to get ready to DO SOME FAST SWOLLOWING!" While it felt absolutely fabulous Unloading into Cindy's receptive mouth, it was the Mental Thrill that I enjoyed the most. Yes this would be my very last time on earth ever having Sex with a woman again. While I didnt love George my somewhat new and very first boyfriend the same boy girl way I had loved Cindy, I knew the great sex life we now shared was all I would ever need without the responsibilites of Fuckin commitment. As my Cindy faithfully stayed down there sucking for the last few sparse remaining droplets of my ejaculation, I couldnt help but to let her know she gave a decent blowjob but still needed a few more lessons. "Would you like to watch some private hard core home shot porn video of me and my Gay Lover girlyboyfreind George honey?" I asked my starteled future ex wife who immediately began to choke and gag while fighting to keep from throwing up!!! He has to be the greatest cocksucker on earth and I'm sure can teach you how to do it right! It took perhaps 15 seconds before she slammed the door behind her as "YOUR FUCKIN FAGGOT !!" were the last words I will ever hear from Cindy again!
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I can say this that I had the Valentines Day of the year. I had an anoyomous letter on my car and it just said follow the direction in this evenlope and you will not for get this day. I was kinda of affaid at first , but what the hell i will go alone with whom ever left this not on my car. I got off work about 8:00 and processed to for the instruction after i washed my ass real good(can't be funky). Then I started out the note said I should be at the bar in the Hilton hotel by 9:00 anask the bartener for for a blue flame and he would give me the Blue flame, so i did that.Then I drank it and would give me a Blue Pass that would need to go up to the Excue. suites in the Hotel There i would go to Room 910 . I went in and ope the door on the table there was Instructions for me to take a show in the mater suite. so i did that to.In the show was a Little note that said dont dry off come out wet, i did that to. then i looked up it was two of the Baddest Ladies i ever seen drying me off. then I said this is a prank and i was like whats up. they said nothing and continue to dry me off.they slow showed me to the other room where Their is a chick that I was wanting for the last three months that come to my gym and she said that this is all yours can you handle it all . I thought once again that it was a joke three fine ass Ladies that I can choose from and they deemed the lghts a little bit and . Then This lady that i think about all the time snapped her fingers and the other twoo began the to just lick me suck me all over. Then she crawwled down out the bed began to suck my shit so dam good that I was on my dam toes.Then it was like a dam porno movie but real I I just began to to suck and fuck all 3 of the lady like a brotha fresh out of jail . I thought stuff like this only happen in the movies but that was like the best time of my life that i got a that kind of First class ass treatment from those ladies.I know that there was lots of cum in the mouth on the mouths of everyone in there aand the next day she called me up, but i never gave her my # and said I know that you will remember me for the rest of you life and hung up. I have not seen that chick back in the gym in two weeks. i want a dam sequel of that type shit again.
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1 post 2/24/2007 2:21 pm |
Well I met my guy. We lived 21 miles from each other. On this particular date which was early on in our relationship we decided to dress up. He was all in black with a nice tie. Me in a new red dress and white cotton panties. We went to a nice restaurant. The kind with atmosphere, waiters in black pants and white shirts. cloth tablecloths, cloth napkins and candles. We were to live one of his fantasies which was sitting across from him at the table during dinner I would remove my white cotton panties while sitting at the table and pass them to him. He would then use those in place of his napkin and pat his mouth with them the waiter would come to the table. (Mission accomplished) After dinner we drove to the river and turned up the music and danced in the moonlight while eating strawberries dipped in powder sugar and listening to the Delilah show (most everyone who listens to the radio knows of Delilah) Delilah was doing an interview and she said to the girl now what is your name and the girl said my name is Gretchen. Delilah said and what is your sweeties name and she said his name is Mickey. Well the hair stood up on my arms because if I haven't mentioned it my name is Gretchen and his is Mickey. Well that was 2 1/2 years ago. He proposed on Christmas Eve 2006 and we will be married shortly. (Picture attached was taken the night of the date.
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2/24/2007 2:03 pm |
She and I had been more than highshool sweethearts ‒ we knew we were destined for each other. We had dated for over 3 years when life took us unwillingly in different directions and 3000 miles apart. For nearly two decades, we lived separate lives, lost contact with each other, but never our longing to be together. Our marriages had disintegrated on opposite shores within months of each other’s. We reconnected through an old email address had and I began with the words I had last spoken to her, “I love you… We belong together.” It was the continuation of our last conversation in 1982 separated by a 17 year comma. I knew she was planning to visit the New York Metropolitan Museum of Art one Saturday in November. The day before her trip into the city I received her letter… “I hate like hell to ask this, but please ‒ if there’s any way for you to be there, please meet me at the Met.” It was a request she never had to make. I already had my ticket. It may be crazy to fly from San Francisco to New York City for a single day, but it made perfect sense to me. The doors of the Met swung open. I made my way in and wondered how I would find her among the throng that gathered in the cavernous lobby. I searched for what seemed an eternity, my heart pounding louder in my ears with each passing minute. It never occurred to me that, with so much time gone by, she might look very different from the 20 year old Penn State coed I knew. Nevertheless, even in the midst of this mob, I knew I would recognize her. She came to see a special painting, so I headed to the gallery that housed “The Storm” by Pierre-Auguste Cot. It was her favorite because it reminded her of us. [image] I didn’t find her there or any where in the labyrinthine halls. I stood at the balcony overlooking the lobby when my eyes fell directly upon the face I ached to see. She didn’t hear me calling to her above the din and I could see her painstakingly scanning the crowd. She was looking for me! I pained me to think she might be despairing that I had not come. I made my way to the top of the wide, stone staircase just as she began to climb them. Three quarters of the way up our eyes met for the first time in 17 years. She walked up the rest of those stairs and into my arms where we embraced for nearly a half hour as the crowds walked by. What a sight we must have been to visitors that day! A day as magical as the day we first met.
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2/24/2007 1:54 pm |
the night i first met my hubby was the coldest night in a while. i was sleeping in my van when my dd parked at a party and left me in the van. when i woke i saw this guy about 30 feet away....smoking a cigarette and watching the moon. when i entered the house ( freezing ) that guy was there. he asked "were you in that van all this time?" yes i replied. he immediately got me a chair and told me to sit down. i told him my feet were freezing. he told me to take my shoes and socks off. he pulled his shirt up and while telling me he wasn't trying to get funny with me he put my feet on his stomach and started rubbing my ankles and legs. he kept appologizing and saying it was first aid and he was just warming me up. what he didn't know was that he was really warming me up......all over and in a few different ways. i finally warmed up and we visited until we ended up in his room. wow....what a night. i had never been with a better lover. he's 23 years older than me and we're married and still together. i have never had a more romantic lover in my life. i love him and will always remember that night.lovesitall (post 734252)
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2/24/2007 1:47 pm |
He was an exotic Persian doctor I met off this very site ‒ brilliant, dark, flashing eyes, amazing muscular chest, sharp, chiseled, a perfect contrast to my milky soft features. We both had the intelligence needed for stimulating conversation, and we both appreciated the finer things in life. We deserved them. On TSdates.com, email, and phone, we hit it off. He talked me into going over to his house for our first date. A big no no, but I had a good feel for him. It was nothing compared to the feel I had for him in person. I arrived, and his swank home in the city was drenched in candlelight. Sexy lounge music pulsated in the background. He told me with all sincerity he wouldn’t come within four feet of me, out of respect for me trusting him enough to come over. I sat at the kitchen counter and sipped wine as he cooked an amazing Persian dinner for us, and we talked about anything, everything. The candlelight and wine made everything soft, sexy. We ate dinner. It was delicious. And then, he pulled out the secret weapon ‒ he threw open his pantry door with ceremony to reveal CEILING TO FLOOR European chocolate. He broke his four feet rule in order to feed it to me by hand. I licked the chocolate off his fingers, and sighed. We made our way to the fireplace, and nuzzled in front of it. It glowed and crackled, matching the spark smoldering between us. He feigned apology, pulling away. “I’m sorry, I’m not supposed to touch you,” he murmured. I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him close, inhaling his clean cologne and feeling his 5 o’clock shadow graze against my cheek. We kissed. His lips were soft yet strong, and expressed his desire for me without words. I tasted the chocolate and wine mingled with his own sexy juices. I unbuttoned his shirt, seeking out his muscular chest, feeling the trail the led down his belly, leading to a steely bulge further down. I turned and glanced over my shoulder at him, and ground myself against the bulge, gasping at its urgent straining. I was like a house cat, and he was like a tiger, growling in my ear, pinning my small hands down with his, our bodies melding into one. The place in front of the front of the fire just kept getting hotter…
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1 post 2/24/2007 1:44 pm |
Waiting my bf in a bar for our first valentine's day after 6 months separated due to his work. I am a young chinese woman ecxited to meet him again after so long time without sex . One american guy always looks at me but I don't care, I am engaged... One hour later and a few unsuccessful phone call and sms without reply I feel so sad and angry... I cry... The american guy come to my table with a rose and tell me: " don't be sad he will come soon...". So sweet. I look at him , not bad, 40 something, blue eyes, tall... We speak a little, drink a beer, he is humerous... It's 8 pm. What's happened to me at this time, I really don't know but I say to him : " bring me to your bed !" After 2 hours of so good sex, he has a so big cock, we go to another bar where we meet some of his friends. I saw one man with yellow hair who attract me a lot... Can I do this again? I ask to my new sex partner to tell his friend I want him now... Again 2 hours of wild sex, the man is much younger and cum 3 times... It's now 1am and I am still horny... Beleive or not but my new sex partner find 2 boys for me, 22 and 23 yo with I spend all the rest of the night... Hope every can be valentine's day now...
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2/24/2007 1:37 pm |
Valentines Day 2006, the day I lost my virginity and it just so happens to be my most romantic date. Both me and my friend had no one to spend the holiday with. So i suggested that we go out to a movie and then out to eat and just hang out with each other. I picked her up from her house around Noon, came back to my house and told her i had to get a shower. This was after I gave her a vase of Red Roses and a basket of Valentines candy and Chocolate. So she got on my computer and kept herself busy. I got out of the shower, towel around my waist, and asked her if she was going to leave so i could get dressed. She said no and proceded to drop my towel, there i was butt naked and her in her school girl looking outfit, complete with knee high boots. She started going down on me and asked if she could be my first. I said, iv been waiting for someone special to lose it to, and I would like it to be you. So for the next Hour we fooled around and had sex. We did end up going to dinner and a movie, but had desert again when we got back to my house.
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2/24/2007 12:28 pm |
My most romantic date, My girlfriend and I wanted a "special" night, so we planned an evening out on the town. We picked the resturant and then a movie. The resurant we chose was the Italian Inn in Fort Worth, anyone that has been to this establishment knows they have booths with closing doors. On this particular night she chose the blue dress, I will never forget, it was snug, form flattering and very short. Once, seated in the booth with a bottle of wine ordered, the door shut, I pressed my foot up under her dress. Her response was a low moan. It did not take much of this before she removed her pantyhose. On this particular evening she was not wearing underwear beneath the panty hose, much to my pleasure. I was pressing my toes into very some very slick territory, allowing the feelings to overcome common sense. It was at this point the waiter knocks on the door and we have to compose ourselves a bit. The waiter hangs around long enough for me to approve the wine, order some dinner and then he promptly dismissess himself, closing the door behind. We pick up right where we left off. She has her foot on my prick and I have my toes back into her very wet pussy. Well this goes on for long enough so, I crawl under the table and begin licking up her thighs. My tongue travels from her knee until my head is stopped by her other leg. She responds, by spreading her legs even wider. I began licking, kissing and caressing beneath the table, all the while concerned about the return of our waiter. Fortunately, dinner takes a little while to prepare. Suddenly, there is a knock on the door. A scramble ensues in which I bang my head on the underside of the table. We are composed yet smiling once the door is openned and dinner is served. Our meal is consumed with quite a bit of foot play and enjoyment. We skipped the movie that night and went straight home to one of the best times I have ever enjoyed.
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I decided to surprise my wife for Valentine's day, I told her to dress sexy and not to ask questions as it was a surprise where we would go.Once we arrived at the hotel I checked us in and we went to dinner and enjoyed a romantic meal by candle light then returned to the hotel where we had a nice suite with hot tub in the room and a large bed, I had already told a friend of ours where would be and the room info and left a key for her at the front desk. We entered the room and began making out before she even realized that Kim was in the room,to make this night special it was all about my wife so Kim and I laid her on the bed and massaged every inch of her with our hands and mouths then got into the hot tub with glasses of champaign before moving on to what turned out to be the one of the best nights of our lives sexually, too long to put all the details but let's just say my wife got to truly enjoy herself and not do any of the work as she had several orgasms and we all fell asleep together on the bed. By the way breakfast was quite an adventure as well.
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We became acquainted on TSdates.com and after a few short emails agreed on this outrageous plan.... ~~You quietly open the unlocked hotel door and walk in, the flickering candles giving the room a soft glow. You stop and gaze at me…seeing me for the very first time laying across the bed. My hair is long and falling over my shoulders. I am wearing a silky leopard spotted chemise trimmed in black lace, my tanned legs are bare. I can't see you, my eyes are covered with a silk scarf, but I can sense that you getting closer. I've never done this before but the wonder of it all is exhilarating. I anticipate your touch, but I don't know when or if you will…you are in control. Without realizing that you are beside me, I feel you sit on the edge of the bed. I hear you breathing, I smell your masculinity…I shiver as I feel your hand touch my ankle and slide slowly up toward my knee. You speak for the first time and you tell me not to move. If I don't do as you say you will tie my hands above my head, so I lay quietly. I am at your mercy, and I suddenly realize that I want to be. I want you to take me, and use me as you please. You command me to turn over...my nightie slides up above my thighs...my ass is very wide and curvaceous.. white in comparison to the tan of my legs...I'm voluptuous and inviting... you suddenly lose reserve and desire to fuck me with wild abandon...... Instead you stand and slowly and undress...and my anticipation mounts. You climb into bed beside me and ask that I roll over again. You take the silk from eyes, wanting to see them as you kiss me long and passionately... Then the desire overwheled you and control is abandoned...
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I got a platinum package at Disney world in Orlando, FL. We stayed at the Animal Kingdom Lodge and had a balcony that over looked the Animal area. The view was fantastic. We also went on the day cruise that went along with the package I had gotten. We went all over the Orlando area. We stayed for 7 nights. On the 5th night I made sure we were in front of Cinderella’s castle. During the fireworks display I gave her a ring. It wasn’t anything really fancy, just a ring to let her know I cared about her. She couldn’t stop crying she was so happy. After the fireworks we went back to the room and ordered some champagne and we drank and made love the night away. We were still fooling around when the sun was coming up so we went on the balcony that overlooked that large field. We did a lot of things that week that neither of us have ever done but had always wanted to do. And it was just that much more special sharing that with somebody I had been with for 3 years and I cared a lot about. I know it sounds cheesy. But even though things didn’t work out for us now. I wouldn’t have traded that week for anything or anybody.
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A Valentine of dreams My husband and I had been married about 3 years and had joked about "playing" around several times but that was as far as it went. Sort of a playful fantasy, if you will. One of my husbands friends(Paul) from school moved in for a little while and I did not know that in school he had a crush on me, and I REALLY had the hots for him, but nothing ever happened. My husband had found out about this and asked me and I tried to make it no big deal, but after a while I confessed and said he was still hot. He also asked Paul, and was told that if we were not together, he would certainly try to get with me. On Valentines night we were going to see a movie, I thought, and he made a big deal about it being a special day so we dressed up, he had bought me a really sexy dress and 12 roses. We went to town, to the movie, out to eat with a few drinks, then to a hotel. I thought that was sweet but when I open the door, Paul was standing there. This blew my mind until My husband announced that he could tell we were sweet on each other, all best friends, so if we tried and it did not work, we could still be best friends. I was a little loaded and my husband watched as his best friend and wife made passionate,caring,mind blowing love to each other, then he joined in, and it just got better. Paul lived with us for three years after that and the next three Valentines were even better. This also started us on a life that would eventually be called swinging.
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2/24/2007 11:43 am |
A mid-day trip up to the lower half of crisp, cool, tree lined Mount Charleston to enjoy beautiful nature to its fullest. Walking hand in hand, head rested on his shoulder in the cool dewy air, our breath forming in tiny opaque clouds before us. Birds chirp softly, sunlight streams in intricate kaleidoscope patterns through the trees, and sweet icy pure air caresses our tongues as we breathe. We approach a clearing in the wooded tree area with a rose petal scattered blanket, a thin blue crystal vase with a single white rose bud, two long stemmed wine glasses, a bottle of merlot and a wicker picnic basket draped in pale blue silk fabric awaiting our arrival. Delicate pine needles are strewn about the ground and the smell of fresh evergreen and clean, crisp air wafts in through our noses. A wonderful palatable & delectable lunch of baby green salad with sweet bacon vinaigrette dressing, a delicate tray of succulent red lobster stuffed gourmet mushroom caps drizzled with a lobster sauce, two petit bacon wrapped medium rare filet mignon, tomato & mozzarella skewers with basil marinade, & baby fruit kabobs with chocolate raspberry dipping sauce. After savoring lunch and wine, staring into each other’s eyes, talking softly in light conversation and touching his face gently with the back of my soft hand we move on to the rest of our day. We travel farther up the mountain to enjoy the soft newly blanketed snow. After making snow angels together, breath cascading in smoky puffs of excited laughter, we fall into each others wet arms, embracing and kiss softly, staring into each others eyes. Each kiss increases in passion and I take his hand and lead him gently to the lodge where a warm fire lit room awaits. Warm air embraces us as the door is propped gently open. The fire from the small red brick fireplace paints a shadowy picture show across the lightly dimmed cream colored walls. A soft goose down comforter, chocolate mink blanket and burgundy pillows lay comfortably in front of the crackling fireplace. A hot bath is drawn in the large roman tub that sits in the corner of the room. White & pink rose petals and tiny crimson flickering candles dance atop the water. The sugary smell of vanilla oils drift from the illuminated water. Two ivory mugs filled to the brim with buttered rum and a single cinnamon stick protruding from each, rest on the tub’s ledge as steam cascades from both the hot water as well as the awaiting drinks. We undress each other slowly, removing each damp garment carefully, kissing all the while, never breaking each others gaze and step into the welcoming water. We sit facing one another letting the warm water and sweet smells embrace us, sipping leisurely from our mugs. The rest will have to be left to your imagination and senses, as 500 words is our limit and I have met my allowance... Thanks for reading! Life consists not in holding good cards but in playing those you hold well. - VenomSpyderWeb
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2/24/2007 11:43 am |
"Pack your bags." he told me, "We're going away for the weekend." B is a great guy. I knew something wild was about to happen. And it did. We laughed and chatted all the way to the airport. He went to the counter and when he returned handed me my ticket -- to Las Vegas! From the time our taxi dropped us off at the Wynn til we turned in the Prowler at the airport it was one non-stop good time. We ate in the lush cafe with oversized seats and rich brocade furniture. We gambled the night away. And then while I slept, B was busy making plans. I spent all day Saturday at the spa. I got my first professional massage, a mani-pedi and my hair done. I came home to a whole new wardrobe laid out on our bed. He didn't forget a single thing -- lingerie to evening wear. That night B and I took in "O" the (then) new Cirque d'Soliel adult show. We shared drinks and appetizers as we watched the lithe acrobats dance their stories. I'll never forget the look in B's eyes as he held me close later on that evening. Our room was bathed in golden light. The suite smelled like the roses B had ordered for me. We made love all night long in the huge white linened bed. And afterward B fed me chocolate and wine. We were both glowing by the time we boarded the plane late the next night.
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2/24/2007 11:21 am |
The most romantic date I have ever had was like this!!! I had met a very special friend here on TSdates.com and we began to chat and share phone calls. We finally decided to meet and see if we were compatible in amy way. Well we met and things moved so perfectly. It was a very good match. We saw each other for several months, and then one day he invited me to his home. He asked me to be there at a certain hour and make sure I was dressed extremely sexy!!! He said he had a surprise for me. When I walked to the door, I notice a note with my name on the door. He had wrote to follow the instructions on the note. There was a beautiful piece of lingerie on the chair, I put it on. I noticed candles were lit everywhere and smelled so sweet. I followed the candles as instructed on the note. Walked down the hallway with the warmth of the candles. Opened the door to the room and there before me on the floor and bed were millons of rose petals scattered all thru out the room. He took my hand, poured champagne and proceeded to make love all over those rose petals!!! It was the most beautiful thing I have ever experienced and will never forget. Sorry so short, lots more details involved, but this gets the point across. I believe men should be this romantic always!!!! It won my heart!!! latinchica5979
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2/24/2007 11:04 am |
We meet at a restaurant had Breakfast and a long talk as we looked in to each others eyes. We both knew what the other wanted and had our own surprises up our sleeve's. We decided to leave and go look for a room. He had brought music, to help set the mood (as if it was needed). I could feel the heat from across the room, the wanting and the need to be in each others arms as it just grew stronger as the seconds pasted. He came to me started kissing me with passion and holding me tight. Touching me all over. Nibbling an kissing. Then touching my nipples ever so genital. Kissing them as my body goes into convolution from the passion. He slowly takes of my shirt and then my pants as he is sitting on the edge of the bed kissing and touching me all over. Then his hand slips down into my panties and his fingers slips in to my O so hot an wet pussy. I let out a gasp of excitement. Then his hand is filled with my sweet juices that he created. I am now totally under his control to enjoy me as he will. I start to finish undressing as he is licking his figures an enjoying all the sweets I had just gave him. I turn to look at him an he is pulling out the chocolate covered Strawberry's and the can of whip cream. He puts a strawberry in my mouth as he squirts whip cream on my nipples. My body is screaming for his sweet lips on my nipples and he doesn't waist any time listening to it. He shares the whip toping with me as he licks up from my chest and kisses me. Then there is a Cold sensation on my hot wet pussy. He has put whip cream on it. My body erupts once again as he licks my now hot chilled wet pussy. Not only is he getting the sweetness of the whip topping but the sweet rewards of my pussy time and time again. Hours go by we are both weak and need food so off to lunch. Then we return an he hands me a bag with a teddy in it. I go an put it on an then we are making sweet Love once again for hours. My body has exploded many times by the end of the day he has made me squirt in his hand, in his mouth, in the air the bed is soaked and we are exhausted and we collapse in each others arms until morning. That was my Valentine 2007 thanks to TSdates.com. Thank you for the best EVER Valentines Day in my life.
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2/24/2007 11:01 am |
One Moment He smiled at her from across the room. They had not met before but both knew they would soon. A twinkle in her eye told him what he must do. He rose gently from the chair and to her he began to woo. They both knew what was happening nothing could stop them now. He took the seat next to her like a lion on the prow. Their physical connection had not began yet. Only deep inside they knew what was coming and how close they would get. He looked into her eyes pleading as his hand crept up her leg. She was on fire already there was no reason to beg. He touched her dampened thighs searching for the spot. He knew they'd gone to far already to ever make this stop. Her eyes danced insanely he had drove her crazy. He touched her female sex like caressing petals on a diasy. He entered her, one finger deeper now two. She clutched the table tightly. Her desires coming true. He played her sex like a mistro. As her orgasm neared her hips rolled to and fro. Now she smiled up at him as she rose to go. The only words she spoke "I guess your name I'll never Know." This is plainly the best date. No heartache after its over only a glow on your face that beats candy and flowers anyday. Blondie
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2/24/2007 10:42 am |
It happened this past Valentines Day. My wife came home from work and I met her at the door with a glass of her favorite wine and a dozen roses - I can't help being a romantic. I had the lights down low, a warm fire going in the fireplace and some blankets on the floor in front of the fireplace. We talked for a short while as we sipped our wine then headed for the shower. We cuddled, caressed and kissed and in between we even washed each other. After the shower we put on our robes and went back to the fireplace where I had placed some strawberries dipped in chocolate. What an aphrodisiac. She had brought home a game and so we decided to have a little fun. There are 5 dice of different colors and 5 cards of matching colors. Each card explains what you are to do when you throw the dice. There is also a small jar of chocolate with a small paint brush. An example of the things to do are painting a moon or some other design on different body parts and at some other time you may have to lick it off. Between the wine, chocolate, warmth of the fire, our love for each other and touching we were pretty heated up and were soon making love. After we finished making love we just layed in each others arms and enjoyed the after glow - not all from the fire in the fireplace. A beautiful and wonderful evening was had by the both of us. A wonderful Valentines Day.
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2/24/2007 10:39 am |
I had been working out of town for two monthes. I made arrangements to get into mylove's office on Feb. 13th, after everyone had left except her manager. I hung stings of hearts, and I love u banners, put pics of her kids and grandkids into an electronic frame, put 13 roses (12 red and 1 yellow, her fav.) along w/ a rose for each of her office mates. I left a coffee cup full of choc. covered coffee beans and a CD of romantic music ... I got a motel room and when she left for work I went to the house. I had already made arrangements w/ her married daughter to p/u her teenage son. I cleaned her entire house, washed, dried and put up her clothes, ... I called her every hour and told how much I loved her and to get ready for the night. The drive from work is almost an hour, I started with the dirty messages, once she left work, on her cell. When she got there, I had hung hearts every where. I had candles all over the dining room and leading down the hall and into the bedroom. I had chilled fruit and other finger food and sauces in bowls on the table along w/ champaign. We had to feed each other, using only our fingers, including licking and sucking the juices and sauces from our fingers and where they fell. Romantic music played through out it all and we finally made our way to the bedroom. I had run a HOT bath and we slid into the garden tub, together. We rubbed lotions onto each other but the rule was no blatant sexual contact yet. After taking turns massaging each other's shoulders and necks, only kissing light, slow kisses on each other's skin, flicking a tongue across her lips, lightly... we got out and after drying off, we went into the bedroom, light again only by candles. I had nora jones on and we rubbed warm lotion onto each other, very, very slowly. Still no blatent sexual contact. Now, we began to slow dance, our skin radiated warm, from the bath and lotions, we had just enough moisture that our skin slid sensually against each other's naked bodies. Of course, we were melting into each other, as the kisses got wetter and deeper. I don't think I've ever been so hard and she was so wet, as I bent my knees to rub the head of my cock seductively against her labia, I slipped right inside her. We made love for hours. It was so sexy and hot, at one point, about three in the morning, I woke up spooning her. I began to move to enter her from the rear but she rolled over and after sucking me so slowly I thought I would die, she climbed on top of me and actually began speaking in tongues as she came again and again.
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2/24/2007 10:38 am |
My most Romantic Date would begin in the early evening before sunset I would pick up my lady in a Elegant suit with a dozen White roses we would share a tender kiss and I would take her for a drive to the beach, when we arrived I would grab a stocked picnic basket from my trunk and escort my lady love to a quiet remote spot on the beach I would spread a blanket and embrace my love with the crisp salt air and sounds of beauty surronded us I would take a bottle of champagne something a little sweet and some fresh strawberries I would pour two glasses and would take turns feeding each other strawberries and exchanging soft kisses we would finish our snack as the sun began to set I would hold her in my arms and watch the sunset we would then lay down and kiss and cuddle and giggle and laugh and Love each other I would escort my lady back to my car and bring her home as we enteredt the house she would see a trail of rose petals leading to our bedroom we would go in the bedroom where i would light candles and strip sensually for my lady and undress her slowly we would kiss and taste each other for hours before we made love and fell asleep in each others arms
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2/24/2007 10:33 am |
We're supposed to post our most romantic date here? Well, I can tell you it wasn't this year. TSdates.com is not a place to find the most romantic date. My TSdates.com guy text messaged me "Happy V Day, baby." He called me at 7 PM and said Hi and I had to ask him if I was coming over. He says he knows it's Valentine's Day but he's just not into it and it's not because of me. That was nice since I hadn't seen him for a few days, but most romantic it wasn't. I did have a good time. Our sex was awesome. It gets better every time. But, I haven't had a valentine for several years. The most romantic Valentine's was the time I got this big giant Valentine's card from the man that was the love of my life. It has this big giant "I love You" and a cute little picture. I still have it I thought; just the envelope. It was 1989. I really don't remember the rest of the day, but it was from the man I loved. I still love him, but we're not together; it wasn't meant to be forever.
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2/24/2007 10:26 am |
I would have to say that my most romantic date ever wasn't really a date. In 1989, I left a very abusive relationship and thought that there was never going to be another man that I would ever trust again. I started going places with friends so I could try to have some fun while I was raising my 3 girls. On April 7th, 1990, I went to a dance with my cousin and there was a man there that noticed me and he was to shy to ask me to dance himself so he had her to ask me for him. We spent most of the night dancing with one another. We talked a lot and planned to see each other the next weekend. When I got home that night I found a very romantic little note on my door from him. We only lived a block from each other. The next day he came to my house with a dozen red roses in hand and I melted. The notes kept coming on a regular basis and he made me feel like a queen. Well that has been almost 17 years ago, and we are today a very happily married couple and so much in love that it is almost unreal. True love happens when you least expect it. It wasn't something that I was looking for but I am sure Glad that it did.
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2/24/2007 10:17 am |
For your enjoyment and consideration: “We’re not having sex today.” That’s what she told me that morning after I woke, right at my peak arousal. With a grin and a laugh, she stopped it in its tracks. We got dressed, and headed down the street of her Scottish village. I was still a stranger in a strange land. I still wasn’t used to the cars driving on the left. We reached the bus stop, and went to the next town over. Once we got off, I knew why she had brought me here. The sea was expansive. I could smell the salt in the air. It was intoxicating. She beckoned me to follow her to an ice cream truck. She laughed as I fumbled through my wallet and change, trying to figure out their money. We ate as we walked down a path of very old stone steps toward the water itself. We sat down on a ledge, and just took it all in. The sea is the most romantic thing in the world to me. She knew exactly how I felt at that moment. Eyes closed, she leant over and kissed me. I laid her down and kissed her hard. No one around, what a perfect way to live out a lifelong fantasy. She stopped me quickly. “I told you, we’re not having sex today.” She was still smiling and laughing. We stayed for hours, until the sun started to set. We had to hurry if we were to catch the last bus for the day. Once inside, she suggested that I take a bath, cause I clearly wanted to be in the water today, plus I was a bit dirty from the day’s excursion. After my bath I went in the bedroom to put on some clothes. When I went in the room, she was already laying there, beautifully nude. She beckoned me over and kissed me hard as soon as I got there. “I thought you said we weren’t having sex today,” I told her, grinning. “We’re not,” she said. “I want you to make love to me right now.” Our bodies were never more in sync. When she grinded faster the first time she came, I knew to slow down, to balance it out. She panted with surprise when she came the second time. I moaned that I was going to cum a few minutes later. She begged me to hold off, so we could cum together. We did. It was beyond any orgasm I had ever imagined. I tried to keep going afterward. I didn’t want this moment to end. Sadly, the mind was willing, but the body wasn’t. We fell asleep in each other’s arms. If one of us turned over, the other felt it, and turned over as well, so that we spooned all night. I’ve never felt so safe in my life. It was then that I realized I truly loved this woman. And to think I just wanted to bang her on the rocks that day. [post 735214]
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2/24/2007 9:11 am |
my valentine date happened so out the blue and will forever be with me. not having a valentine date i was walking through the mall to buy some tennis shoes and ran into my high school first someone whom had really shown me how to explore sex. It was my 10th grade teacher.(no she did not have a baby for me like the people on the news) but we sat at starbucks and caught with our status in life and found we still had that sexual attraction. Now i mind you she looked just like that women who plays wonder woman and still is in fit shape at 40. we went to the lakefront in new orleans and sat on the banks watch the tides roar and it was special cause the moon was just like perfect. we kissed and kissed, then she sat on me and made really remember what our class room encounter was like. Then like old buddies we went to my house and took a shpwer and went out to eat at cheesecake bistro . We drank some wine and just so happened i saw this flower setting in the restaraunt that i persuaded the manager to let me buy. I had the waiter to send it to the table and she was just blown away not knowing where i got ti from...the night was a very engulfing one. we later went to the marriot and gota suit and had the most enjoyable sex ever on the balcony. we woke to breakfast..and sadly..we said our goodbyes..she is married and i dare not impose on her life she has built but she knoes that she is special to me...so my day was a climax but yet a depressing one..IN THIS CASE IT WAS BETTER TO HAVE HAD SEX THAN NOT HAD SEX AT ALL..
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Years ago I read Erica Jong's Fear of Flying and I'd always fantasised about the Zipless Fuck....then three years ago, I had the opportunity to fulfil the fantasy. I'd chatted for weeks online - each confessing our fantasies until finally he said," Let's do it!!" So somewhat nervously,on the 14th February, I'd taken the train up to London and got a taxi to the hotel. I rang his mobile and he said the room he was in and I said five minutes. I dashed into the posh cloakroom on the ground floor and took off all my clothes, putting them in a carrier bag, put on my coat and went up to third floor room wondering if the American couple in the lift were wondering about my bare legs! The door was slightly ajar, I pushed it open and the room was in total darkness. "Slip off your coat and sit on the bed." Heart beating, I did. The bed creaked and two hands started gently fondling me. We made wonderful equisite love for about an hour, then he kissed me goodbye, dressed swiftly and left. After the door had closed behind him, I put on lights to get dressed myself......and found the bed covered in red rose petals.
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2/24/2007 8:37 am |
A couple of years ago on Valentines Day I had to work through the night on a construction project. My lady friend was very adamant that we get together that night. She booked a hotel room near the job site and demanded that I take time to meet her at the hotel during my breaks and lunch. Since she went through the trouble to be this creative what else could be in store. Fortunately, we had to take time between projects and I head for the hotel. My first visit had her greeting me at the door with only matching bare essentials. A pretty color red of course and 3 inch high heel shoes. I had been working hard at the job and wanted to take a shower but she would have none of that. She walked me into the suite and undid my belt buckle before I could ask a question about dinner. She said she had been waiting all day and I was her dinner. She told me she needed to taste something hard,long and juicy. So, who was I to question her dinner menu and the night began. The entire evening was like a three course meal. I only got to take a shower before I went back to work. I had three incredible showers that night from the wildest sexual experience ever. G
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Well, my big day (V-Day) began one day after work. Little did I know that this would be a day that I would soon not forget. I walk into my house and toss my keys and wallet into a small round container as I always do after work. To my surprise I found a note and a blind fold that said put this on, get comfortable, and wait on the couch. It was signed with love from Becca (my girl-friend). My mind raced and thoughts of orgasmic sexual encounters over-flooded my body (mmmmmmmmmm). So I did as I was told and waited what felt like days on end. Then a heard someone turn-on music up-stairs and I could hear footsteps coming down the stairs. I can't tell you how excited and hot I was getting. Then a felt her hand on my face and tell me to get up because she was taking me to the bedroom. Kisses and happy valentines followed all the way up the stairs. I almost climaxed then at her soft touch and sexy voice. I could'nt see a thing, but knew what I wanted to feel and taste! She than sat me down and began to undress me and kiss me ever so softly. My tie, my shirt shoes etc all the way down to my festive heart boxer's. All I could think of was all the sexy things we would do say until the sun came up. She than stood me up and waited a few seconds and said are you ready for a night of fun and excitement. Something inside me felt a little un-easy, but thinking with the wrong body part I said hell ya let's go! I took off my blind-fold and to my surprise.......... There she stood in a sexy black evening dress with one of my suits neatly laid out for me with a robe and a timer! Huh I was way confused. She said you have 20 minutes to get showered and dressed your taking to dinner, reservations are already made. I laughed and said that was a good one you really had me going. The conversation, gestures and display(s) of affection just made the sex later on that night even better. That's one Valentine Surprise I will not soon forget (lol)!!!!!!!
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2/24/2007 8:18 am |
Belle and I met on Aug 21, 2006. Love at first sight. We made love every day we were together. The Friday before Feb 14, I proposed to buy her a nice dress, becos when the first time we went to Au Jardin (the most romantic restaurant in Singapore) on Aug 29, she aske me if she dressed appropriately with short sleeve t-shirt n jeans.She is beautiful in her dress. She told me I could strech my hand into her back and touch her breast on the side. At dinner, we were facing the garden. On the window in front of us, a pair of lizard was try to mate. After dinner, we went back to our place. Belle was nicely surprised by the decoration - rose petals and heart-shaped balloons that I asked concierge to arrange after we left for dinner. We took sexy fotos of each other. We tied out hand and legs to one balloon each as if we are chained. We made mad love on top of the rose petals in bed, struggling with the ribbons of balloon. She came twice on the vibrator (she is a clit gal). I can once....inside her...n i sucked the cum out of her pussy. We moved the petals to the hot foamy bath. We stay there for a while. I played with her pussy. She played with my little brother. We were thinking about the first swing (MMF) we had two days ago. She had pain, cos her labia was rubbed too much. But she recovered faster than she thought. And there we are, still wanting to make love, once more that night. We hugged each other on the bed. Whispered our sweet words. We fell asleep, not knowing when. First thing we woke up and opened our eyes, we say some balloons falling half way from the ceiling. We smiled. We kissed. We said "I love you". And we have decided on December 7, 2006 that we would be together for the rest of our life.
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2/24/2007 8:15 am |
It had been a horribly cold week. Had to stay inside because the ice made the roads dangerous. Finally a sunny day was upon us. I got an email from an TSdates.com member saying let's meet. Well a few messages back and forth, we agreed to meet at a local cafe. Then we eat a nice meal. We go for a walk around the campus. Then we stop in one of the last true dive bars in the center of town. We were watching the Bears game. He slid over closer to my barstool. And he put his arm around me. I was like wow, he's moving a little fast. I give him that look of I'm ready to go. So we left and went back to my place. We made love not just a fuck. Then we went to his house to check on his animals. And we made love again. He wouldn't let me go. And a few days later as we were spent from all the love making, he whispered in my ear, "I love you." Yeah the date wasn't filled with champagne and limos but when one finds true romance then it is truly the most romantic date I've been on.
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2/24/2007 8:01 am |
my date is yet to come but I know when it does it will be the most wonderful romantic time for the both of us. I have always been interested in everything Egyption I have read about thought about watched dreamed about going to Egypt. In the past while I have met a wonderful man who treats me with more respect then I know what to do with, we talk as often as we can about everything and anything I know more about this mans loves and hates, reasons and confusions than I know about most "live" friends. He makes me smile he makes me know that what I do and think is ok hes sweet and tells me all the time what we will do and how he will show me his country when I go there. We have talked about what it would take for me to go visit him and although I myself am worried about the cost issue he continues to tell me that when I am ready it is all taken care of. The thought of walking through the beginnings of man kind with such a sweet soul someone who knows what I need and when I need it is the most romantic thought and one day reality for me. I know it sounds far fetched to some being we have not met but knowing when I go there I will not come back knowing that this man will show me and teach me and continue to care for me regardless of the lack of knowledge I have for his country and customs, could a woman truly ask for more? Walking through the country where I have dreamed I belong with the man I know is truly there for me couldnt be more romantic.
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2/24/2007 7:57 am |
We had driven up to Black Hawk to see the casinos. Both of us were just of age, and curious to see the sights. It was a dark winter evening in the mountains with a light snow falling and we amused our selves going from one casino to the next enjoying the free drinks and playing a few slots. We got pretty tipsy really early in the evening and needed a break. There was a full glass door with an old style lace curtain over it and it was unlocked so we went in and went up the stairs. It was a roof access for the casino. There were a couple of tables up there and it looked like the staff used it for a break area. So here we were On top of a casino in the light snow right above the street. Every thing was lit and colorful. We started kissing and touching in that soft playful way new lovers get to enjoy. It did not take long before we were both partially undressed, and making out on this roof top in the new falling snow. The one thing I remember the most is watching the snow flakes land on her breasts and melt. the little drops of water slowly merging together, and flowing down her belly. I would love to replay that night again. every thing was so easy and unexpected.
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Friends set this up and I called the lady who seemed very nice and the quick chat turned into several multi hour phone calls. I had the address so I sent 2 dozen red roses and a basket with champagne and two crystal glasses engraved with connected hearts. When I arrived the house had no lights on just a very soft glow from candles. Approaching the door there was an envelope with my name in a big heart containing a note saying "Dearest, Please Come in and make me your Valentine". Entering I looked around, there was this beautiful dark haired woman standing in a doorway so the dim light behind her would show through the thin material of her long tight dress. There was soft music playing as I walked to Linda, placing my hand under her chin I slowly and carefully kissed her directly on the lips and asked her if I might have the honor of this dance. Melting into my arms we very slowly moved to the music and I continued to kiss this very lovely lady and enjoy the enticing subtle oder of her perfume. When the music paused she took a step back and told me that dinner was ready. Dinner began with a small salad and then the maid brought us two rather large bibs. Taking these I carefull placed one onto Linda and when reaching to smooth it onto her lap and legs discoverd the warmth of her smooth naked legs. Giving her a small kiss on top of her head I told her I was thrilled to be with her and placing my own bib on felt her straighten it and then the brush of the back of her hand grazing across my groin. The maid brought platters of sauted vegetables and a freshly steamed lobster. Linda served each of us the vegetables. As she did this the candle light showed through her dress and it was obvious that she was wearing nothing else to cover here beauty. Shades of the movie, Tom Jones, we degenerated into a very hands on bawdy feast and washed it down with the excellent wine. The music continued and I requested a dance. In each others arms we danced slowly as we kissed and licked each others faces clean. When we sat down on the couch we were locked in an embrace and passionately staring into each others eyes. The love that followed was magnificent and when we later relaxed in Linda's suana we shared the champagne to celebrate this Valentine's Day romance.
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My best Valetines was the one where I stole my girlfriends key to her apartment. I have always wanted to make the women I date feel like they were the most special person in the world. This one was special though. I took off work to make this all happen. I had both my sisters helping. We cleaned her apartment and then we decorated it from head to toe. I bought things for every room in the apartment. Things for the bath with candles, for the bedroom, for her dinning room and even her kitchen. After it was all done I set the table for 2 and had candles and roses set out and then sprinkled the floor with roses. I went out to get dinner and a movie and when I got back she had just beat me there but as I got closer to her door I asked if she had dropped something by her car and showed her the key. She didn't know I had stole it but when she opeded the door she began to cry. She had never seen someone put forth so much effort into making her feel so special in all her life. I think it was the best feeling I ever felt from someone for what I did for them. I was so happy it was so perfect for her. Now there is only one problem. I married that beautiful woman just 2 months later and now I am trying to make every valentines better than the one before. It is hard, but the thought that goes into each year gets better than the one before and shows how much I love her.
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My wife an I had exchanged Valentines Day cards over morning coffee before leaving for work. We had talked about going out that evening for dinner, then coming home to chill out in front of the fireplace. That evening, while we were having dinner the subject of sex came up several times. Over the past few months she had talked about being with another woman. She was curious about how the feeling would be to caress another womans body and to taste her juices. She knew I was all for the idea. What husband wouldn't want to have two naked women in front of him. As we ate, she kept looking at her watch. When I ask if she was in a hurry, she'ld reply quickly...NO-NO! As we drove home, my wife ask me about having sex with another woman while she watched. Wouldn't it be exciting to feel another womans body instead of my wife. As we neared the house, my wife is leaning forward looking out the windshield. I turned into the driveway and my wife is saying yes...yes, in a low mudder. A strange car is parked in front of the garage. We get out and look at the other car as a woman exits hers. My wife calls out a name. The woman says yes. We walked into the house and my wife started to explain. She had set up a listing with TSdates.com. After looking at the different listings, she picked a few to write to. After several emails and replys back & forth, she picked Linda. After a few minutes of talking the subject changed to sex. As we talked, Linda reached over and started rubbing my wifes breast. Soon she had my wifes & her clothes off, each touching and exploring. By now I'm naked with a hardon. They turn their play towards me. After a couple of hours of pleasure, the three of us went to bed with Linda in the middle. We fell asleep still touching each other. The next morning eating breakfast we were still naked talking about the night before. We all went back to the bedroom to play some more. Now it's Valentines Day the second friday of each month.
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2/24/2007 7:08 am |
Most ROmantic Date Ever I was woken one morning by the dog barking. This usually means someone is close to the house or standing on the porch. Like a newpaper carrier or the mailman. So I went downstairs and answered te door, in my old granny robe no less. To find a delivery van, delivering to me 3 budles of flowers and a box of candy. In these flowers were directions and a time. Iknew the handwriting so I was pleasnatly surprised. The time on the card was to be at a local coffee shop at 10 am. This has left me little over an hour to get dressed and go. Here I am at the coffee shop at 10 am, and I was directed to a table with a coffee sitting there and another flower. These flowers are not roses, I was not sure or concerned with the type. This flower had another note attached. TO which read " enjoy the coffee and meet me at a "restaraunt" at 11 for lunch" I did just as the directions stated. I fully enjoyed the coffee the flower and the tranquility and excitement of the morning. Finishing the coffee and leaving to meet at the restaraunt for lunch, I found the entire inside of my truck ( i had an s-10 at that time) filled with flower pedals. Sweet smells and a whole lot of mess, I went to the restaraunt, and no surprise to me, an entire bouque of roses were waiting for me at a corner table. I was seated and apparantly luch had already been ordered. I was brought another cupof coffee and a salad. The waiter had stated that my partner would be with me shortly. After my salad dishes had been removed, I was getting a little irritated at this time. The main meal was brought to me by my date. He completly served me. He set my plate in front of me placed my napkin on my lap. Poured me a glass of sweet white wine. Then gave me a wonderful kiss. He sat himself down and we enjoyed a exquisite lunch. The conversation, the atmosphere, the luch was all perfect. After lunch, he took me to the pier where we walked around a while and sat to watch the birds, boats, other people. All the while talking and holding hands. Occasional kisses and lots of hugs and holding wach other. Toward the late afternoon he drove me back to my car,after a long strong hug and wonderful passionate kiss. He left me with, " wait till our next date." He was a man that Iknew I could be with forever. This man I was with for 3 years until he was killed on his job. I will remember the fun and passion and excitement he gave me .... forever.
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2/24/2007 7:06 am |
I'm usually alone on Valentine's Day, but this year I was married and my husband made this day rememberable for me. He had to work on Valentine's Day and I didn't know what time he was coming home. We had been having a few problems off and on. When he did finally get in about 4:30p.m. he showered, got dressed and told me that he will see me at 10. He went downstairs for awhile then came back and told me something came up and we may not be able to go out to dinner. Now I was getting pissed! To top it off he told me that he will see me at 11. So I asked him what the hell is going on. We argued a bit and then he left. When he returned at 8p.m. He came in the room talking crazy to me, closed my bedroom door and went downstairs. He was downstairs for about 25-30 minutes before he called me. He told me that he need to talk to me about something.I wasn't in a rush to go to him, so I finished what I was doing on the computer and went to the bathroom. As I was walking down the stairs I smelled flowers. When I finally got downstairs, He was sitting on the couch and on my coffee table was the most beautiful arrangement I have ever seen. It was a vases of a dozen roses, two teddy bears, a box of candy, two cards and a little jewelry box with a bow. I looked at him and started crying and he started smiling. I sat down and read the cards and looked into the jewelry box, inside was a 10K chain with a heart shaped sapphire pendant. I sat there and cried and we talked and he me that he had to make me mad so he could get out of the house. We hugged then got ready so we can go out for dinner. I had a surprise for him too. I put on this red lace push-up bra and panty set. It drove him wild but I told him that he had to wait until we get home to explore it. We went to dinner and talk but we weren't there long. Went we got home and stepped into the bedroom, he started kissing me and removing my clothes. Well everything but the bra. He made love to me like never before. That night was so rememberable that I still think about it!
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2/24/2007 6:37 am |
The day started with a surprise trip to SOBE and a stay at my favorite hotel "The Tides". We had been together as a couple for about a year. Before that we had only longed for one another as we both where in marriages -- finally we where both free and able to be together. After a long day of travel to South Florida we settled in for a nap before a night out on South Beach. The ocean breeze and sounds of South Beach at Dusk filled the room as we rested. As always he was up before me and getting ready for the evening. As I got up we share a bit of wine and snack he had sent up to the room. I began getting ready as we enjoyed the wine, music and street sounds. He said, "Hey I need to run downstairs and check on something with the front desk". I thought nothing about it -- but as he left the room the music changed to the "Pretty Woman song on the CD player. I looked and also saw a note. The note said, " I love you and have an important question to ask you -- You know the place - see you at 8! PS - Money is for cab." Well now I suspected he was going to ask me to marry him -- but one never knows. I had always told him I thought it would awesome to have him ask me at the Delano in South Beach. If you have never been to the Delano and the area out back -- it is surreal. A beautiful "infinity" pool with small alcoves to snuggle and enjoy cocktails and even love in one of the private cabanas. So I knew "the spot" was the Delano. Upon arrival, the concierge somehow knew who I was and was waiting to take me to meet my guy. I was dressed is a sexy dress and shoes. As I walked into to court yard and approached the pool, there he sat, in the pool, (it is only 6 inches deep in shallow end). They keep a small, sexy table in the pool with two chairs. He sat there with a bottle of champagne and two glasses. The Concirege took my shows and helped me step into the pool. My guy stood, kissed me and helped me be seated. He poured the champagne and as he handed it to me I saw a big, beautiful diamond ring on the tip of his finger. He smiled, said he loved me and as we sat and sipped champagne and enjoy strawberries, asked me to marry him. A small crowd had goatherd and clapped and cheered as he put the ring on my finger. The evening was magical as we dined and loved the evening away. Now six years later it has never been better and he still wines and dines me. Surprises and cares for me everyday.
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2/24/2007 6:32 am |
We did a rolelay date it was great. I sat down at our bar, ordered a Cosmo and waited with butterflies in my stomach. He finally got there, a little late, asked if he could sit next to me, I indifferently said “fine”, and the game began. We fell instantly into the cat and mouse game played at every bar on a Friday night. We supported each other’s role-playing perfectly. I actually felt nervous, got a bit drunk faster because of it, and started making slight sexual innuendo, as did he. We talked about work, but had taken on different professions. The liquor, his gin, and my vodka helped embolden us, and he got up the nerve to ask if I wanted to join him for dinner at the restaurant downstairs. I was pensive at first, but accepted. We had a wonderful dinner, but I was actually too nervous to finish mine. When the waitress asked us if we wanted dessert or coffee, we both declined. CJ asked “are you sure, not even coffee?” I answered with “I can get some at home” It started a conversation about gourmet coffee, which we both enjoy. Then he did something very bold, he asked me to come home with him for coffee. I couldn’t answer him at first. I was still feeling the effects of the drinks I had at the bar. Then I said, “I took a risk by coming out tonight, so why not” We left and he told me to follow him to his place. He was driving fast up the expressway and I was actually was thinking to my self, ‘doesn’t he know I’m trying to follow him, what if I lose him?’ I was driving to my own home, but it didn’t feel like it! Eventually I was a stranger in my home. It seemed as though the cat didn’t even know who I was. CJ made a fresh pot of coffee and told me about his ‘bachelor pad’. He put a bit of a kick into my coffee by adding some Bailey’s Irish Cream. Our talk continued, but it got a bit more racy and I could feel my face changing to give the expressions of fuck me After having the coffee, CJ mentioned to me that he had a spare room and I was welcome to stay the night. Then floodgates opened, by then I was still feeling the character I was playing, and I wouldn’t feel “myself” again for another 2 hours. It was two simple lines. After he mentioned the spare room CJ said, “I’ll send the cat in to sleep with you” I smiled at him and said “So it’s up to Penny who I sleep with tonight?” There was only a short amount of small talk after that. Out of the clear blue, he dropped his voice an octave and said, “Take of your blouse off”. It would take another 500 words to describe what happened after that.
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2/24/2007 6:26 am |
I am a 48 year old lady who has lived all my life thinking i knew romance and love.Until I joined TSdates.com i was stupid.I chose to live my life as it was dealt to me.I met man on TSdates.com and chatted with him on line. He was safe because he was from Oregon.Well he got sent here to N.C. to my surprise.I am a woman who did not believe in love at first site or destiny.I received email from this man that he ws in my town and ask to go to dinner.So i met him .He had never seen a pic of me but he trusted that he would not be disappointed.He ask what i looked like.I told him Iwas short,fat,peroxide blonde and old.He said come on anyway.I went to the motel where he was staying and when he opened the door,my heart fell thru my stomach.Although i had seen pic of this man there was something about himthat was like a magnet.My words that came out of my mouth was I need to go home I am in trouble.I went in that room with my heart in tack and 3 weeks later my heart was gone.He kissed me with long slow kisses. he listened to me when i spoke to him. He paid attention to every word i said.His touch was gentle. His voice soft that night he opened the door to a world i really did not know.We went out to supper.I took him around the town where i live and showed him places.He held my hand.He leaned over and kissed me like he enjpyed me as much as i enjoyed being with him.I have not seen him since Ocrober but my thoughts are with him still.I can still smell him and remember that night as if it was last night.I love him with every ounce of my being.He made me feel like a woman.We are still in touch with emails and phone calls. And soon I will see him again Vacation is coming.Whoopie.
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2/24/2007 6:25 am |
Guys can be romantic, caring and at the same time show that they do listen, all the while scoring big points without costing you an arm and a leg. This past V Day I spent some tome looking for the perfect card, not one of those funny cards that cost a buck and you give to a friend on his 40th b-day. I wanted a card that said everything I felt and more about the most incredable woman in my life. I picked up some flowers, and a box of Laura Secord chocolates (she loves chocolate) a couple of bottles of her favorite wine along with a few grocery items. She would be home from an exhausting day at work in a few hours so I started dinner to let the aromas fill the air then finished the rest of my prep work. She arrived home about a 5:45 and we hugged and kissed and she commented that dinner smells great. I handed her the flowers with the card, after reading it she had a loving smile on her face and gave me another hug and kiss and said she loved me even more. I told her there was a surprise waiting for her upstairs, she asked laughingly "did you thrown the covers off the bed just to have sex", I said "no, but I like the way you think". She headed upstairs and I heard her shrieks of joy and excitement. Remember the prep work I finished earlier, I had cleaned the bathroom spotless, placed a dozen candles all around, the wine was in the chiller, the choclates were on a small table within reaching distance with another card that said Dinner will be in an hour. Al that was left to do was fill the bathtub for her relaxing bubblebath and wait to see the lights from the car pull into the drive, go upstairs and light the candles, pour the wine open the box of chocolates. After dinner we sipped wine and she thanked me for being so thoughtful and caring. She also said it was one of the most romantic nights she had ever had because I had taken the time to do all the little things just to please her. She later thanked me again and again, I love her.
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2/24/2007 6:13 am |
my most romantic date was actually the best day of my entire life.my soul mate finally was arriving from amsterdam i met on here wed talked for 3 monthes cammed chatted lived on the phone for 7 8 hrs at a time man the cell phone bills lol but neither of us cared we were in love and he was my prince my knight my soulmate my everything omg i was so nervous my pics make me look so much better than i am i had an allergy driving me crazy my hair just wouldnt do anything as usual and im too meet greatest guy in the world and of course his plane was late so here i am sittin in orlando airport a total wreck i started chatting with a lady waitin for her mom on same flight she and i chatted for about a 1/2 hr then glory be the flights announced people come to get there baggage we were waiting by claim then i see him him he sees me i rush too him he takes me in his arms kisses me and tells me how much he loves me but we couldnt stop kissing to really say much barely got his bag lol man packed light for 10 days was great though as never had to let him go but our mishap wasnt over the airport shuttle messed up our reservation so here we are waitin on it couldnt stop touching holdin hands kissing people thought we were saying good bye lol sat his lap just staring in each other eyes mumuring over anr I loveyou and as u wish was prrrrrfect even if in middle of airport
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A VALENTINE THAT WILL LIVE FOREVER When I got my first Valentine from a man that would eventually become my husband, it was a beautiful card with two perfect red roses in it. He had left it in my mother's front door because no one was home. The card in short said that a rose signified an eternity of love. Every rose he would give me from that day forth would be an eternity he would love me. Well as time went on we got married and things didn't go as planned. He got a brain tumor and got sick slowly. Well just before he actually died he went into our front yard while I was out that day and started to make the VALENTINE THAT WILL LIVE FOREVER as he called it. He dug out along the front fence of our home and put in a complete rose garden. There are 15 roses in all different colors including climbers in the back and regular ones to the front. Upon coming home he told me that THIS was what I would remember the most. Folks, every spring the roses ALL bloom. The fence is a total rainbow of color. For EACH rose that blooms, every single bud on the fence, his own words still come back..."Each rose that blooms will be an eternity I will love you, even when I am no longer here to tell you. All you need to do is look out the window and I will be there telling you." He never forgot that first Valentine's day card and he made it a Valentine that will live Forever, as long as the roses keep blooming.
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2/24/2007 6:03 am |
My most romantic date was a few years ago. I was in a long distance relationship with a gentleman that I have known for years. We only would see each other a few times a year due to the fact that we both had significant others! I received a phone call one morning from Gil, and he said that he would be in town and staying at his brothers house for a few days. He asked me to take a day off to spend it with him. The office was so busy, butI took the day off because I hadn't seen him in four months. He said he would pick me up at our usual meeting place, (a grocery store not far from my house). He arrived promptly and greeted me with a familiar smile that made me feel so warm and welcome. He kissed me passionately and told me he was taking me someplace special. We rode about 45 minutes to a beautiful 5-star luxury hotel. He was staying in a special suite that was auesome. When I walked into the room there were fresh cut roses in a vase on the living room table, and chocolate covered strawberries and champaign too. I felt over whelmed. There were rose petals scattered on the floor leading up the stairs to a master bedroom that was glowing with candle light. It also had a baby grand piano in the room! I thought I died and went to heaven. Playing the piano is something I love to do and Gil knows how much it means to me. He asked me to play for him. I played several songs on this magnificent instrument. Finally, my brown eyes met his brown eyes and I could see the reflection of the candles in them. I was breathless, as he kissed me, and laid me on the bed covered with rose petals. He pleasured my body with his tongue, hands, and hard body well into the next morning.
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2/24/2007 5:52 am |
My Funny Valentine.... We'd set aside this time for weeks.The days leading up to it,we'd attended a wedding on a weekend out alone.We sipped champagne and teased each other before the wedding.I gave you a rose and a handwritten verse in calligraphy.After the wedding,we went to our room and made such sweet love!The day before Valentine's Day,you recieved at your door a nice arrangement of roses and carnations,along with an endearment card that I hear brought tears to your face.The next day,Valentine's Day-I took off half a day at work to spend the rest of it and the night with you.You had some chilled wine and chocolate dipped strawberries waiting for me.You looked beautiful in your white silk blouse and black leather slacks!We sat by your fireplace and swapped romantic cards.You slipped me a package of Ralph Lauren and I gave you a goody bag of various gifts-plus another rose!In the bag were truffles,silk garters and a chocolate lovers dice game to play later!Many sweet kisses and embraces later,we were at the Italian restaraunt having our wine and dinner.We talked and dined and gazed at each other for several hours.We then went back to your house,dimmed the lights and opened that bottle of champagne you'd been saving.We never got around to the dice game...we just made up our own as we nestled together in front of the warm fireplace.We touched,caressed and teaed each other gently and playfully.We took turns reading to each other the cards we'd exchanged-you almost wept.One might think that the sex would've been mind-blowing after all this!But this night,we devoted our time and passions to the romance of the moment.The tenderness and sweetness of why two people come together meant more to us that night as we settled back into each other's arms and watched the fireplace as the champagne lured us into a quiet,peaceful sleep.Curled up together,her head on my chest and her arm about me-we slept holding each other in the comfort and peace of the night.
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2/24/2007 5:50 am |
it was a friday after work.i met my ex wife for dinner with a dozen of red roses.it was her birthday, shes born on valentines day.after a romantic dinner,we fed each other strawberry cake.then we were off to see cats a broadway play in a limo with chocolate covered cherries and fine wine we teased each other as the driver was driving of course i did not forget the whipped cream ,we from there proceeded to a horse and buggy ride in central park, with some wool blankets over us sipping hot coco we kissed and kissed and kissed it was snowing and as we kissed the snowflakes looked like crystals falling in between our noses.as we were getting off the buggy i got off first, down on one knee presented her with a one carrot diamond ring proposeing to her. she said yes,now i flagged down a trike bike taxi to peddle us back to the limo. as we got to our hotel from all that kissing,teasing done throught out the night we were hot as 2 pieces of lava in a volcano.and made passionate love all night long while the scented candles flickered in our hotel room. our room had a wine glass shaped hot tub in it with thick plush blue rug, a BIG round bed, the morning brought us breakfast in bed as i presented her with a cruise to alaska inner passage. and the passion continued... we got divorced becouse i didnt have a brand new lexus wrapped up with a big red bow on it in a new house that night . lol not. only kidding my sence of humor was starting to kick in.
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I guess my most romantic date was to Disneyland.Ok go ahead laugh.. At the age of 53 I had never been there.. My two children had.. I made sure of it working extra shifts so they could as I was a aingle parent back then.. They both went with their schools. Well my partner wanted to surprise me with a mini trip last year.. So he made all the plans. Never letting on about anything. All he said was pack for 4 days bring a coat.. So on Thanksgiving afternoon off we drove... As we neared LA I still had no clue e drove straight to our hotel not saying a word.. When we checked in on the bed where 2 dozen long stemmed roses a bottle of my favorite wine. And lots of different bath goodies.... He even managed a suite with a jazzui so.... He drew my bath and said to relax and then get some sleep because we have a busy few days ahead. The minute my head hit the illow I was out. Next morning he blindfolded me and said dont take this off till I say so... OMG what have I gotten into? Finally he said ok take it off....there we sat at the entrance to DisneyLand and he pulls out this blanket wrap with Tinkerbell on it because shes my hero I sat there tears in my eyes while the person taking the money I am sure was wondering what the hell is wrong with her. Ok so maybe not YOUR most romantic date but to me it was. I got to be a child again if only in my heart! Thanks to the man who loves me..I laughed and cried like I was a kid. I enjoyed every moment there with my special guy..
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2/24/2007 5:14 am |
I have to say this year was probably one of the best years for me! Don’t get me wrong every year has been great, but I am away from home this year. I am in Japan for business and I went to a local bar to relax and enjoy a few drinks with friends after work. While I was talking to the bartender a beautiful woman sat next to me, and asked me for a light. Her English was broken, and I can’t speak a lick of Japanese, but we managed to have a great conversation. As I was getting ready to go back to my hotel, she asked me if I would like to go with her to get something to eat. I accepted and as we were walking, she said she knew a place that has “Special Japanese Desserts.” We ended up at her place, and as we walked into the door she started undressing, and what an amazing body she had. She lay on her couch and said, “Your dessert is ready!!” I was in heaven, her milky white breasts, small yet firm, nipples hardening, beckoned for me to take them in my mouth. I kneeled beside here, suckling and massaging her nipples with my tongue; my hand caressed her silky smooth skin, slowly working its way down. She was dripping wet, and moaned with every gentle brush of her clit. I started to kiss the underside of her breasts, and stomach as my fingers massaged her moist pussy. As I was enjoying her body she managed to remove my shirt, and started to pull on my nipple rings, I could feel every tug through out my body. We maneuvered onto the floor, her straddling my face, her nectar was so sweet. As a lashed her clit with my tongue she unzipped my pants, taking my rock hard cock into her mouth. She swirled my pulsating head with her tongue, and then took it all the way, while cupping my balls in her hand... Then all of a sudden she came in my mouth and all over my face, screaming something in Japanese. I then bent her over the couch and stuck my muscle of love into her hot soaked pussy. Oh my god was she tight, it felt like she was a virgin, I could feel her stretch as I entered her. I started to thrust harder and deeper, every time she would moan loader. She came again, covering me in her juices, and started to beg for me to cum. As I reached the point of orgasm, I pulled out my cock and came all over her ass and backside!! She then turned around, and took me back into her mouth, sucking every last drop of cum from me. When we were done, we took a long hot shower together, and she asked me to stay the night. After our shower we retired to her bedroom and had a night of hot unbridled passionate sex.
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I apologize for lacking English language skills first.
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2/24/2007 4:49 am |
Valentine’s Day to a woman can be like Christmas to a child. It’s filled with hopes, anticipation and can also have let downs. My lover asked me weeks in advance to spend Valentine’s Day with him. He knows of my past and the small hurts caused by this special day being overlooked (by others). We made simple plans. He was to bring over some steaks that we would grill. I would make the salad and set the ambiance with candles. Since I knew in advance, I had time to shop for some special lingerie and I looked forward to seeing his reaction to the lacey garments. The day before Valentine’s Day, he appeared at my door with a colorful bouquet of flowers and a boyish grin on his face. As always I was happy to see him but very, very surprised when he proclaimed Happy Valentine’s Day. I stood there frozen for a moment in my jeans and sweatshirt. Silly thoughts that only women think raced thru my head: I have on no make up, I wish my hair were not in a ponytail, did I shave my legs this morning? OMG, I’m wearing my plain underwear. He embraced me and I melted. Before I could ask if he knew what day it was, he said he did not want to wait until the next day to give me flowers. He did not want to be one of the men who give flowers one day a year because it is expected, and he did not want me to have a moment of doubt that this Valentine’s Day would be like other years.
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My lady pulled up to my home after an exhausting week of work. She had not been inside chating with me for mor than a few minutes when we heard a horn honking outside. We both looked out the window only to see a white stretch limo in the driveway. I told her that we were going out for the evening. We got into the limo only to find 3 dozen long stem red roses waiting for her inside, a bottle of Dom Perignon Champagne and a plate full of hors d'derves. It was about a 2 hour very intimate and comfortable limo ride and my date thought that eas our evening event, only to find that when we stopped, we were at the airprot, where we boarded a plane to Nassau in the Bahamas. Upon arrival, we ttok a cab to a local hotel and casino where we attended the last show of the night of one of the most romantic singers of our time before he passed, Lou Rawls. It was a small, intimate areana and you almost felt as if Lou was singing directly to you. When Lou was done we checked into a luxurious sweet overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. Proceeded to make the most passionate love for hours until we were completely exhausted. We awoke early in this paradise and took a walk on the gorgeous beach, had some breakfast and proceeded to return home with some of the most incrdible memories ever.
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1 post 2/24/2007 4:23 am |
The most romantic date I have ever performed was Febuary 14,1996. I was in the Navy and I just got back from deployment. I told my girlfriend I wouldn't be home until another month but I was sending her a valentine's gift in a box. She was excited about the gift but had no idea what I was sending because I told her a big box would arrive. Secretly, I called her brother and parents, told them I am comming home on leave for two weeks for valentines day and I wanted to surprise her. They agreed to help me out. Now the plan. I would arrive in the morning and her brother was going to pick me up from the airport. Her sister and parents were taking my girlfriend outshopping and then for lunch. Her brother would take me to her house and will put me in a box with a fake shipping label on the box from me. Then he would call mom and tell her that it is time to come home and then girlfriend would see the box and get excited and open it and I would jump out. For the most part it almost worked out like that. What really happened was my flight was delayed and I didn't arrive on time. I didn't get in until 12:30. Parents and sis tried stalling but girlfriend wasn't feeling too well and she decided not to go out shopping or for lunch. Her brother and I came up with the idea of putting me in the box outside while girlfriend was lying down and brother would carry me inside the house while in the box and tell girlfriend box arrived. Parents would make sure girlfriend wasn't looking outside. I got in the box with roses and balloons. On top of me they put crumbled news paper so, she wouldn't see me right away. While they were carrying me into the house they dropped me. That really hurt. I also, crushed the roses. What a bummer. They finally got me in the house and called out girlfriend saying the box arrived from me. She saw how big the box was and was like my god what did he send me. She came over and ripped the box top open and started digging through the news paper. I jumped out with arms open and in one hand with balloons and the other with roses and wished her a happy valentines. Well, while I was jumping out didn't think about the part where she would be hovering over the box while digging through the newspaper. Our heads bumped each other while I was jumping out. I have pics to prove it. Anyways, she was very happy to see me and we had one hell of a valentines day. Da End
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2/24/2007 4:15 am |
This happened in 1999 when I was going to college.I met the nicest girl I could ever wish for.I remember the first time I asked her out.I was holding a pen and a paper in my hand.I was so nervous when asking her that I asked her if she had a pen a paper so I can write down her number.She replied "I don't bu you do" laughing. So when when I called her we decided to go to the movie.In the theater,I spent the first 45 minutes thinking how to hold her hand when we were watching the movie.I kept hesitating if she would reject me if I tried to hold her hand.So,slowly,little by little,I decided to do it.Since we were watching the "Bone Collector" I decided to wait until the movie gets to a scary part.So when that happened I put my hand on hers and hold it.So did she to me.I was the happiest man on earth for those first 30 seconds. We had our hands locked together until to the hand of the movie.When the movie was over,we drove around a little bit and she decided to drop me home.When we arrived at my house,we stayed in the car talking from 1200 am until 345 am in the morning.She was the best thing that ever happened to me.... and I will always always love her.
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Valentine’s Day 2007 in Northern Vermont blew in with the largest 24 hour snowstorm in our history. Thirty inches of snow prevented us from venturing down our quarter mile driveway to the main road. The wood stove kept us toasty all day while outside the blizzard raged. It was a time for snuggling. It was also time for a shave. Not for me, for I keep a full beard to face Vermont blizzards. No, for her, a Valentine’s shave. I am an artist at shaving, so a heart of bare pubes emerged. Did I get her soft and downy enough? The only proper test for a perfect shave is Inspector Lips, with the official final judge of Tongue. Trouble is the inspection caused some wetness, Tongue judged. And the more Lips and Tongue worked to clean up the wetness, the more it flowed. Not only that, the quiet of inspection soon gave way to intense noise, long, drawn out moans, “oh my god’s”, and soon deep, happy screams. “Inspection well done!” Tongue lip-synched. But my love wanted more! “Another inspection?” I thought. This time my love requested digital. I have eleven digits, but one is larger than all the rest, especially at that moment. So I prepared Digital for a thorough inspection. He entered into her with energy, determined to provide satisfaction. Soon he became caught up in the moment, entering, plumbing the depth, sliding carefully over every millimeter. It was not easy, for my love began rocking, bucking, creating noise at every movement. Soon there was an explosion of effort, an ejaculation in culmination, and a thorough collapse into each other’s arms. But there was a blizzard outside. I went out to the garage and started up my tractor. I plowed and plowed, but by the time I plowed down the driveway and back, snow filled it up again. It froze on my hat, turned my beard into an ice formation, and coated my red snowsuit in the white of a polar bear. When I finally gave up and pulled the tractor into the garage the snow was falling even faster. It was dark, I was tired, it was time for bed. But I had one more surprise for my love. Snuggled in bed, wild winds wailing their songs outside, I gave her the two Valentine’s cards I made. One had a photograph of her in her finest formal dress from a shoot I did of her. It was cropped into a heart shape. The other was a photo of us in the hot tub, taken by a friend. Both said what I feel everyday of my life and lived hot and wet all Valentine’s Day, I LOVE YOU!
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2/24/2007 3:20 am |
My fantasied "PREFECT VALENTINE DAY DATE" really hasnt happened yet. I would receive a telephone call from an anoyomous caller. He would talk really romantic 2 me. He would describe 2 me about himself and what he expected from me on an overnight date. He'd come 2 my home and pick me up. He, then, would bring me to an expensive restuarant and ask me what i would like. I would say, "its not on the menu what i would like", with a big smile on my face, sitting next 2 him, placing my hand on his middle leg. Then I would let him know what I would like 2 eat from the restuarant. I would feed him and he would feed me. We would not order dessert. We would leave and go 2 a motel he had placed candles around. First, comes fondling from both of us. He would remove my shirt slowly an kiss me all over the top of me. I would remove his shirt and kiss him gently..I would, remove his pants; kiss him down to his cock and suckin long time. He would get real hard. I would stop and he would remove my pants/shirt and tongue fuck me a long time, he would suck my cum out some. He, then, would sit in a chair or lean against the wall on the bed, I would climb on top and place is penis inside my pussy and fuck him slowly. We'd cum all over each other and he would bring me home.
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2/24/2007 3:16 am |
I met a guy through an online dating site who really seemed to just be a computer geek, although he was quite eager to have us get dressed up and experience a great night on the town. He lived a couple hours away from me and called when he was getting on the road. Other than making sure I was going to be ready in time, I really was not that nervous to meet him. My boss had made reservations for us at a beautiful restaurant that belonged to one of his clients. I had never been there before and was truly looking forward to that experience. My date called when he was about 20 minutes away to make sure it would be okay for him to come by a bit early, as traffic had been much kinder to him than expected. That was fine, as I had given myself plenty of time and had a nice bottle of wine for us to enjoy before our reservations. I spotted a very nice sports car pull up in my driveway and opened my door just in time to see this beautiful specimen of a man get out of the car. He was dressed in a suit and tie and was the spitting image of a hunky actor with the initials BA. I was in lust! He took one look at me in my little black dress, stockings and garters, and started shaking. He said I looked gorgeous and gave me the most wonderful kiss. With slightly shaky hands, he opened the wine and we managed a glass each, in between admiring glances and more kisses. He was a true gentleman, opening doors for me, helping me with my coat, pulling out my chair at the restaurant and placing my order for me. My boss had managed to save us the best table in the house and we had the attention of the entire place. We shared a great wine, a fabulous dinner and wonderful conversation, but we were both eager to rip each other’s clothes off. After stopping at a nearby dance club to work up a little more sexual tension, we drove to my house, barely able to keep our hands off one another. With candles lit in my room, we slowly undressed each other and proceeded to have the most passionate lovemaking experience of my life. After waking up in each other’s arms the next morning, we decided to spend the next day together as well, as we were both instantly in love and couldn’t walk away from each other.
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2/24/2007 1:13 am |
My most romantic valentine was about 5 years ago. By that time i was married for 6 years and life was getting boring. In addition to that, our marriage had reached its lowest point. I guess February 14th came at the right time this year and I was hoping that this day will help us get back together and start afresh. I was in Paris for business and she was in London. I had booked a hotel room in London, and flew back early in the morning. I'd also arranged for a lovely bouquet of red roses to be delivered at her work place, anonymous, of course, and with a card inviting her for dinner at this hotel. Obviously, she could not imagine it would be me as I was supposed to be in Paris. I'had arranged for a limousine to pick her up. During the day, i'd purhcased a lovely necklace and some rose petals which I'd spread on the bed and left the necklace, wrapped, in the middle of the petals. The room looked somptuous. Well, it is almost time for her to arrive, so i'd ordered some champagne with chocolate covered strawberries. I was wearing a tuxedo and was hidding the room next door. She was escorted to the room and she looked gobsmacked with all the effort that was taken to decorate the room. She looked nervious and she did not know who was that mysterious person. She was wearing this long black overcoat..with maybe a short skirt as i could see her beautiful legs from the cut of the coat. I'd dimmed the light slowly and made my appearance. She looked surprised but not too surprised. She's smiled and took her coat off, and oh my god, she was standing in a gorgeous lingerie, and she looked so sexy..that we end up in the rose petals and missed dinner...we made love until the early hours and this was the start of the new US. by the way, a friend of mine had sold her my secret thus she knew it was me...no complains.
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2/24/2007 1:07 am |
One of the most romantic (first) dates I had started at 8am. (I was 21) I went to get my newspaper outside and found a stunning bouquet of flowers with a note that said "I had an incredible time talking to you last night. I am looking forward to our date today." Our date started off with a game of mini-golf. It was sunny with a breeze. I had never played golf before so it was a great opportunity for him to come behind me, wrap his arms around me and teach me how to swing the club. The chemistry was amazing and the brief physical touch was electrifying. After the game, we went for drinks on a patio and did a lot of flirting. Out of the blue, he asked for the check and asked me if I was ready to go. I was surprised as I thought our first date was going really well. He drove me home, and told me he'd be back in an hour to pick me up. Apparently, he had made reservations for dinner. Not being sure where we were going, I opted for the a sexy little black dress, with just enough cleavage to tease. He showed up looking like he had just walked off the cover of GQ. We went to a beach side restaurant. We had a candlelit dinner on the beach. After dessert, we took off our shoes and went for a walk on the beach and shared our first kiss under the moonlight. It was an incredible first date. (P.S. The following dates just kept getting better. More romance, more touching and a lot more of everything!)
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We had talked for the last 6 weeks on line in E-mails and on the Telephone and had finally got the nerve to meet on Valentine's Day and see if what we had shared was anything like meeting in person. I knew that she would be a nervous wreck and even though I would be as well 1 of us would have to hold it together by remaining calm. When the time came I was standing in the doorway of the Restaurant and at the opposite end of the Restaurant in walked this stunning Blond fashionably late I might add wearing this Red Sweater Dress and Black Ankle Boots. When our eyes locked and it was like we had known each other a lifetime without having to say a word. I looked at her walked over to where she was standing and took her hands into mine and we kissed and it was like electric shocks went through us both at the same time. She was trembling and we were both on fire and could barely stand but some how we made it to the Booth without falling with the excitement of the moment. Her hands were all sweaty and her face was flush for the first hour and I wasn't much better but somehow we managed to talk about everything for the next 2 hours and went on to begin what was to turn out to be the perfect 5 day date.
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It was 2000, My date was a little unconventional because I had the peasure of being with the two most beautful girls I have ever known. My Girlfriend and her little princess of a daughter. I planned out a day on the coast of Calif. I started by giving a dozen roses to my girl and daisy's to her daughter. we walked along the beach and collected shells and star fish, enjoyed a picture perfect picnic with my two ladies...I fed chocholate covered strawberries to one while playing tea party with the other...a sight to see a grown man sipping pretend tea with a 5 yro and whispering how much i loved her mom at the same time. after the picnic we wlaked to the inn along the beach where I had planned a romantic moonlight dinner with my gals...before dinner ended I had arranged to have the staff write out on the beach with rose peddles "P" for short...will u marry me with 2 glasses of champegne and a diamond ring and a fuzzy teddy bear holding a 2 carat engagement ring. long story short the night ended with a story read to our little princess and a beautiful night of love making in a picturesque inn on the northern California coast.
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2/24/2007 12:29 am |
It was the middle of 2003 and I was six months into my first deployment in the middle east. I was hopping around all over Kuwait and Iraq but I would always come back to Kuwait for a period of time. During one of my prolonged stays in Kuwait I started talking to a girl who was an air traffic controller out there who worked at the airfield I would always fly into. I forget how we started talking but it started off as a friendly conversation but then I decided to go for more so I asked if she wanted to go out sometime. She of course made the joke about how there was nothing to do on that post due to it's remoteness but i promised her it would be something to remember. i met her out in front of her tent the following evening and we walked over to where a Burger King trailer was set up at and we picked up some burgers and we headed off to where I stayed. Through a friend I managed to get the keys to an actual room which had a fridge, TV (which my portable DVD player was hooked up to) airconditioning and was all to myself. We made it to my room and I asked her to sit down on the bed and not to open her eyes until I said so. I immediatly moved the table in front of her and lit some candles that I had bought from the PX. I placed the candles on the table by our food and turned off the lights. I told her she could open up her eyes which she did with amazement. I then told her that on tonight's agenda would be a candle light dinner followed by a recently bought bootleg movie. I also Saaid that for dessert would be two pieces of chocalte cake which I picked up from the Dining Facility that day. We sat there by candlelight talking and laughing then enjoyed the movie. We had an amazing time that and for a while we had both forgot about the fact that we were both in a war zone. We kept seeing each other until my unit left later on that year. We still talk to each other and share emails from across the nation. That is by far one of my most memorable dates I have ever had.
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