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Lesson About Love I’ve Learned From Writing Romance

When writing, talking, or criticizing a certain topic, we often do so thinking we know enough about it to make it matter. It’s not until we actually make the effort that we realize just how inadequate our knowledge is. It can be distressing and disheartening on some levels, but it can also be revealing.

I’ve been writing romance stories since I was a teenager. I don’t deny that those first stories I wrote were awful. I’ve even gone back and deleted some of them, both from my memory and my computer. They were that bad. I made the effort because I believed I could tell a good, meaningful love story. It wasn’t until I started writing that I realized how much I had to learn.

I’ve learned quite a bit since then, but I don’t doubt for a second that I’ve a lot more to explore. The fact that I’m still single, unmarried, and not dating anyone at the moment is proof enough of that. However, after reading about and writing so many love stories, both as novels and as short stories, I’ve uncovered countless insights into love.

Writing about it, discussing it, and even observing it in people who have found it has taught me a lot. Much of those lessons have found their way into my writing over the years. In the interest of sharing those revelations, I’d like to offer a few of those insights for those still struggling to make sense of this emotion that drives so many people, both in real life and in the world of fiction.

Some may seem obvious. Others may seem corny. That’s to be expected. Love is one of those strange emotions that seems so simple on paper, yet so overwhelming in practice. That’s part of what makes it special. That’s also part of what makes it worth pursuing. Hopefully, these insights help with that.

Lesson #1: Love requires effort, but can become tedious if it turns into work.

Lesson #2: Love is often more opportunity than destiny. Fate may bring people together, but it’s through choice and effort that something comes of it.

Lesson #3: The line between lust and love is often blurred, but becomes more defined when those involved are honest with themselves and each other.

Lesson #4: It’s okay for love to be shallow on some levels, but greater depth is needed in order for it to blossom.

Lesson #5: Being in love means growing and evolving with a person. That means loving someone for who they are and who they’re trying to be.

Lesson #6: Being in love is only part of a functional relationship, but it’s a critical part that can make others work.

Lesson #7: Love isn’t always logical, but genuine love is coherent and consistent.

Lesson #8: You cannot control how, when, and where you fall in love, but you can control the situation around you.

Lesson #9: Being in love, like being in a relationship, is an ongoing feeling. Treating certain parts as endpoints only undermines both.

Lesson #10: In the same way love means different things to many people, the experience of love can be just as different. Even if others don’t understand it, that doesn’t mean the love is less sincere.

Lesson #11: Love is unpredictable, but there are often patterns that become noticeable when you’re honest with yourself and your partner.

Lesson #12: There’s no one right way to love someone, but there will always be many more wrong ways.

Lesson #13: Love build on lies is always unstable in the long run.

There are probably many more I could list or haven’t thought of. If you have some lessons in love that you’d like to share, please do so in the comments.

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A Brief Message To My Future Wife

Every now and then, I find myself wondering what I’ll say to the love of my life when I meet her. I also wonder what I’d say to my future self if I could. I think everyone contemplates what they’d tell themselves at a certain point in their lives, past and future. Most of the time, it’s just a daydream or a thought experiment. As you get older, though, every sentiment feels more urgent.

I still believe the love of my life is out there. I doubt I’ve met her yet. I hope I meet her soon and not just because I’m getting older. There are so many things I want to say to her. Chances are, if you love someone with all your heart, you can never convey the totality of your feelings. Sometimes, you need both foresight and hindsight to keep things in perspective.

With that in mind, I’d like to share this as a simple message to my future wife, whoever and wherever she may be. I may not be able to put this into words at any point in our lives, but as someone who is still searching for that special someone, know that this sentiment is honest and true.

There will be days when I’m a pain to be around.

There will be days when I am distant and cold.

There will be days when I just don’t want to talk to anyone.

There will be days when I’m not in a romantic mood.

There will be days when I’m stressed out, overwhelmed, and in a bad mood.

There will be days when I focus only on where I’ve gone wrong and where I’ve failed.

There will be days when I blame others for things I’m responsible for.

It’s on these days, however, when your love means the most to me. I may not say it at the time, but know that it’s true. Even when I’m at my worst, I still love you. Moreover, I still need your love.

With time, I get through these days. They quickly become distant memories and I make an effort to ensure the good days outnumber the bad. Know that it’s you who helps make those good says worth waking up for, but it’s easy to acknowledge that when all is well. It’s much harder to convey when things are going wrong.

It’s easy to cherish love when all is well, but you can only know the strength of that love when things are at their worst. I believe our love is that strong. Never doubt that for a second, no matter how many bad days we face.

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“New Years Bang” A Sexy Short Story For New Years Day

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Happy New Year everybody! I hope everyone is starting off this new year and new decade on a high note. The following is a sexy short story to help usher in this new era. It’s simple, direct, and sexy on multiple levels. I hope you enjoy it and I hope it gets you excited about the year to come. Enjoy!

Back home, they called her the Blue-Collar Bombshell.

In college, they called her the Voluptuous Valedictorian.

At her first job, they called her the Workaholic Wonder Woman.

Victoria Walters never cared for those titles, but she understood where they came from. She learned from an early age that to succeed in her lofty ambitions, she had to overachieve just to get the minimum of what others got with half the work. It wasn’t fair, just, or logical, for that matter. Those were just the circumstances that she had to endure if she wanted to be successful in the cut-throat world of Wall Street.

It hadn’t been easy. The first day Victoria walked into a firm, people mistook her for someone’s secretary or an air-headed bimbo who’d slept with half the Board of Directors to get her job. People still gave her that look, even after earning her way into one of the most prestigious investment firms in New York. She’d learned to shut it out, but she couldn’t ignore the obstacles that came with it.

“They’re going to look at you and assume you got where you are because of your bra size,” her old college professor had told her. “You can’t convince everyone otherwise, but that doesn’t matter, so long as you convince those who matter.”

Victoria took that lesson to heart. Since she began working in Wall Street, she’d gone above and beyond for those who signed the checks. She worked longer hours than anyone else. She took fewer vacations than anyone else. She was at the office on Christmas and the 4th of July, plugging away at the work others didn’t have the drive to do.

Eventually, the right people began taking notice. Within a few years, Victoria had worked her way up in the firm, gaining more responsibilities, respect, and money along the way. She’d gotten to a point where she made more than the men who used to hit on her during meetings. She’d even evoked bitterness and resentment for having a better apartment than the men who once wrote her off as another pretty face. Victoria tried not to take too much satisfaction in those looks, but every bit of vindication helped.

However, even those small victories only went so far. Victoria had achieved a lot more success than anyone thought someone her age, gender, and body type could get without blowing half the senior managers. Her biggest obstacle, it seemed, was burning herself out.

Victoria still worked longer and harder than the rest of her peers. She still hadn’t taken a vacation since high school and rarely took holidays off. Then, after seeing other colleges with half the responsibilities and a quarter of the paycheck suffer mental breakdowns, she decided to do something about it.

“What’s the point of working so hard if I can’t enjoy the fruits of my labor?” she’d asked herself one fateful night several years ago.

That question had since been answered. The answer was what brought her to an upscale hotel suite in Midtown Manhattan that she’d rented for the night. It also happened to be New Years Day, the only holiday that she’d taken off for the entire year. While the festivities in Times Square were over, hers were just about to begin.

Victoria could’ve done many things with her generous salary and latest holiday bonus. She could’ve flown to Florida for the weekend, spent the day at a luxury spa, or seen the most exclusive show in the city. Instead, she decided to use some of that wealth to hire a dozen of New York’s finest male escorts to spend the afternoon with her.

Despite its less-than-legal status, escorts were a tradition of sorts on Wall Street. Most of the men she worked with – including those who claimed to be happily married – saw a few escorts on the side. It was part of the culture of excess and indulgence. For the men, it was a normal thing. For a woman, especially one who regularly got hit on by handsome young men, it was not so normal.

That was part of why Victoria chose to do it. If she was going to defy convention by earning her way to the top of Wall Street’s hierarchy, then she might as well indulge on her own terms. That still came with challenges. She remembered their reaction when she first hired them.

“Wait…you want to pay us to spend the afternoon with you?” one of the escorts had asked upon meeting her. “You, a woman who looks like she could get hired at the strip club down the street on the spot?”

“Yes,” she told him assertively while flashing a wad of cash. “Is that going to be an issue?”

“No, ma’am. Not at all!”

The reactions from the rest of the male strippers varied. Most were probably used to satisfying lonely wives or rich widows. A beautiful woman with deep pockets hiring them for an afternoon must have been rare, but that only motivated them.

Having gathered them in the opulent living room in her hotel suit, she admired the quality of the men that her deep pockets had afforded. They were tall, well-built, and well-endowed, according to their profiles. They looked like models from a fitness magazine, minus the Photoshopping. They were the kind of men who might have dominated social circles back in her home town where star athletes got to indulge.

In this instance, however, she was the one in charge. That didn’t just remind her how far she’d come. She found it both exhilarating and arousing.

“Thank you all for joining me on this fine New Years Day,” Victoria said to them as they lounged about the opulent suite. “As per the terms of our agreement, your donations have been secured. Your phones will remain outside this room and turned off. You will also forget my name the second you walk out of here and I don’t intend to learn yours.”

“Works for me, ma’am,” said one of the escorts. “I don’t mind a little structure in this business.”

“Good,” she said, “because so long as I’m funding this gathering, I’m in charge. That means when I say get naked, you do so without question. Is that clear?”

“Yes, ma’am!” they all said like loyal soldiers.

They responded to her authority, which might have just been an extension of the money she’d paid them. They also responded to her appearance.

Victoria had just finished prepping herself in the bathroom. She’d arrived in one of her high-end business suits, not unlike the one she’d worn to a board meeting three days ago. She exited the bathroom in nothing but a red silk bathrobe.

Seeing so many handsome men, knowing they would fulfill whatever desires she wished, heightened her excitement. For the past year, she’d deprived herself of many comforts and pleasures, including the intimate kind. She had a lot of pent desires to vent.

“Good,” said Victoria, still speaking with authority, “then let’s dispense with furthers formalities and get out of these itchy clothes. In case you need incentive, I’ll go first.”

With a mix of attitude and seduction, Victoria undid the sash of her robe and let it fall to the floor, revealing her naked body to a room of handsome men. Having probably seen one too many unattractive housewives who were more botox than woman, they reacted strongly. Some were already loosening their pants in anticipation of what was to come.

“I’m liking this gig more and more,” said one of the studs.

“Me too,” said the one next to him. “I might not have to think about my ex for a change.”

“I’m glad you approve,” Victoria said, “but less talking. More stripping!”

The men got the message. They all shed their clothes with an urgency that was probably not typical of male escorts tasked with entertaining horny women. Victoria didn’t want a striptease. She didn’t want a spectacle, either. She wanted to see an abundance of beautiful, alluring man meat and that was what she got.

One by one, every man removed whatever they had on, including their underwear. They made no effort to hide their muscular upper bodies or their well-proportioned dicks. Each man had an endowment that was definitely above average. Victoria had seen enough unsolicited dick pics to know what qualified as big and she had plenty to choose from.

Seeing so many attractive, naked men before her, an eager smile formed on her face. Victoria hadn’t smiled much over the past year. Her job and her ambitions were so serious. It felt good to express a little joy at the prospect of greater indulgence.

It was still just the beginning. The best of her New Years festivities were yet to come.

“It’s time, you handsome studs,” Victoria said intently. “Come. Let’s get acquainted.”

For the first time in a year, she dropped the hard-nosed persona that dissuaded so many would-be love interests and offered herself to a group of men. They all accepted that invitation, gathering around her like worshippers eager to take in her holy energy. However, there was nothing holy about what they were going to do.

Most still stood back, just admiring her naked body and stroking their dicks to them hard. A few bolder men moved in and began fondling her body. She was already horny. She had enough pent-up sexual energy to have her way with every stud at least once. This just got her blood and juices flowing in all the right directions.

The first and boldest stud went right for her breasts, taking them in both hands and kneading them with the utmost care.

The second came up behind her and grasped her heart-shaped butt, admiring the toned featured that good genes and exercise had shaped for years.

The third and fourth came in from the side, taking turns caressing her face before offering a hungry kiss.

Victoria accepted that offer, initiating a bombardment of foreplay. Like true professionals, they started off slow, getting a feel for her body and how she liked to be touched. It quickly escalated. Before long, they were pinching her nipples, nibbling around the side of her neck, and trailing gentle fingers up her voluptuous curves, highlighting every womanly feature to the utmost.

It felt good. It felt even more overdue than last year.

“Mmm…your touching,” she gasped. “Such skilled hands. I love it!”

“We aim to please, ma’am,” whispered the handsome stud who’d been fondling her ass.

Victoria laughed and purred in approval. She also showed her appreciation by kissing the men at her sides. She made sure to use plenty of tongue, communicating the raw desire she felt in their grasp. They got the message loud and clear. One of the men just watching from afar took action.

“I think we need to sharpen our aim,” he said with a suggestive undertone.

As the other men kept the foreplay going, one of the men with a slimmer build skillfully slipped in and knelt down so that he was face-to-face with her pussy. She was already aroused, but there was room for improvement and Victoria had made clear that she liked to go above and beyond.

This particular stud must have had similar tendencies because he went to work eating her out as though it were the most delicious pussy he’d ever tasted. He was both focused and spirited, two traits anyone on Wall Street could admire.

He used strong hands to push her thighs apart slightly and a skilled tongue to tease her tender folds. He demonstrated a keen understanding of female anatomy, finding her most sensitive areas and stimulating them with surgical precision. It sent surges of sensations coursing through her body, making her moan in ways she hadn’t moaned all year.

“Oohhh fuck!” Victoria moaned, her Wall Street vulgarity mixing with her burning desires. “That’s it! That’s what I want!”

“Mmm…I can tell,” said the man eating her pussy.

“So can I,” said the man fondling her breasts.

She would’ve laughed if their observations weren’t so accurate. Already, her nipples were hard. Her pussy was wet. All the overthinking and overanalyzing she did for 364 days out of the year gave way to basic, primal desires. For one day, Victoria was going to act on them. Moreover, she was going to pursue them to the utmost.

The men continued doing their jobs. They touched, fondled, groped, and kissed with the skill she’d come to expect from professional gigolos. The man eating her pussy out kept at it, lapping his tongue along her tender folds and to prime her body for the main event. While Victoria had been known to take her time and exercise patience in her work, she didn’t dare wait. She was ready for more.

“Enough! No more formalities!” Victoria said intently. “I need to fuck! And I need it now!”

“You’re the boss, ma’am,” said the stud behind her.

“And a very generous boss, at that,” teased the one who’d been kissing her neck.

The men coordinated like the true pros they were. The men behind her and to her side backed away. The man giving her oral sex pulled back too, but not before giving her clit one last tease. Then, the man who’d been fondling her breasts lifted her up in his muscular arms and laid her down.

They took full advantage of the space she’d cleared in the center of the room, having already laid out a plush rug with several pillows within reaching distance. They all gathered around, encircling her and surrounding her with manly bodies at every angle. The man who’d laid her down even retrieved one of the pillows and placed it under her head, ensuring plenty of comfort for the next part.

That next part, however, promised to test each one of these well-paid gigolos more than her. Victoria sensed these men thought they knew what they were getting into when she hired them. She was just a pretty face in a big city, looking for a little holiday indulgence. They had no idea what they were in for.

As each stud got comfortable with the elaborate setup, Victoria immediately located the man with the hardest erection and the biggest dick. She then pointed to him with an authority that she rarely got to exercise in her office.

“You!” Victoria said. “Get over here. Get on top and fuck me like the boss bitch you think I am!”

“Hell yes, ma’am!” said the man.

That well-endowed man, who she sensed liked domineering women, couldn’t comply fast enough. The stud who’d laid her down couldn’t get out of his way fast enough, either. He moved off to the side and started stroking his dick like the others, working to get fully erect so they could get their turn.

Victoria had every intention of giving them that turn. It could only help by showing them what they were in for once that time came.

That first lucky stud got on top of her, just as she asked. He then aligned that big, hulking dick of his with the entrance to her pussy. With her powerful gaze still locked with his, he thrust his hips forward and entered her. As soon as Victoria felt that intense, powerful feeling of manly flesh penetrating feminine depths, the dam finally burst. All that sexual energy that had built up since her last New Years celebration came pouring out.

“Ohhh yes!” she exclaimed. “Ooh that dick! That big, beautiful dick! I feel it!”

After that first round of sensations, it was on.

Like a repressed nymphomaniac, she threw her arms and legs around the nameless man on top of her and hungrily kissed him. Encouraged, he began doing his stud duties, humping her with a focused vigor usually reserved for crude fantasies and cruder passions.

It might have been sex in a simple missionary position, but made sure there was nothing simple about it. She supplemented every thrust, digging the balls of her feet into the stud’s lower back, adding a little extra force every time he probed her depths with his dick. It intensified the sensations and the pace, evoking the kind of grunts and gasps that separated the men from the studs.

“Damn! Look at that girl fuck,” said one of the men watching.

“It’s like she ain’t been laid all year,” said another.

“A girl as pretty and rich as her? I find that hard to believe.”

“And yet, I totally believe it.”

They all watched with a mix of curiosity and awe. Victoria even dared to put on an erotic show for them, raking her fingers down the back of the stud as he fucked her and talking dirty in ways that would’ve made even an experienced stockbroker gasp. They were probably used to lonely housewives or drunken bridesmaids looking for a cheap thrill. They probably weren’t expecting to fuck a woman like her so bluntly and get paid for it.

Being in the investment banking business, Victoria understood incentives better than most. She put plenty of incentive on display as she fucked the stud on top of her every bit as hard as he fucked her. Together, their naked bodies rocked in a heat of sexual movements. He soon had her on the brink. Knowing she’d need more than one tonight, she made it abundantly clear that these were real, unfaked orgasms.

“Yes! Yes! Oh fuck!” she panted as the feeling approached. “I’m coming! I’m going to…come…so hard! Oohhh!”

It seemed to catch the stud on top of her by surprised. Even to a professional gigolo, women weren’t supposed to come that quickly. Women were supposed to be difficult to pleasure. Either she was a special kind of woman or she was just that horny. Victoria could care less which was ultimately true. She just wanted to enjoy a rare dose of unfiltered pleasure.

That pleasure was as exhilarating as it was overdue. She was overtly theatrical in front of the watchful gaze of the other men, bending her legs back and curling her toes as she let out an orgasmic cry that echoed throughout the hotel suite. Every wave of pleasure felt like a steady rain over an arid desert, filling a need that she hadn’t filled all year. It was beautiful, intense, and fulfilling. Even for all the money she’d paid for the services of professional gigolos, she couldn’t put a price on such a feeling.

It was so intense that the man on top of her had to slow his thrusts, the hard contractions around his dick adding extra tightness to their sex. In doing so, he ended up climaxing as well. She felt it in the way his body shuddered and his grip on her hips tightened. He was barely able to pull out from her throbbing heat before he released his load.

“Ohhh fuck!” he grunted as he released his load on her torso.

“Whoa! That must have been some pussy,” said one of the studs who’d gotten a perfect view of the money shot.

“I know. Now, I want try it!” said another.

“Then, what are you waiting for?” Victoria said, still on an orgasmic high. “Come on in! Have at it! I’ll fuck every one of you.”

“Don’t need to tell me twice,” said the man who happened to be the closet.

With the other men cheering him on, the stud with the hardest dick pushed his fellow gigolo aside and got into position. He was less careful than the first. He swiftly pushed her legs further apart, hitching them over his shoulders, and thrust his rigid manhood into her still-moist folds. Before Victoria could finish processing her first orgasm, another man was already humping her hard and rocking her world.

“Yes! Yes! More dick! More sex! More!” she panted.

“That’s it, boss! Take it like you wanna!” said one of the men.

“It’s official! This bitch is already my favorite client,” said the one next to him.

Victoria slipped deeper into a decadent daze, the sounds of hot sex mixing with the raucous cheers of handsome men cheering them on. There was nothing refined or skilled about her approach at this point. The men just needed to hump and she could take care of the rest.

While the second stud did his part, things got a bit more chaotic. Other impatient men moved in, waving their dicks in her face while fondling her bouncing breasts. Victoria gladly accommodated them, licking and suckling their dicks as she got fucked. Beyond stepping up the decadence, it showed she could multitask. The professional studs quickly took notice.

Several men gathered around her head, holding their dicks out and tempting her to have a taste. Victoria took them up on the offer, giving brief, yet thorough doses of oral sex to each. It allowed more men to participate in the fun while also getting them hard. She was somewhat sloppy, a natural byproduct of having no personal life, let alone an active sex life. That didn’t stop the men from enjoying it.

“Yeah! Lick it! Taste it!” said one of the men after getting sucked off.

“Damn! She’s a hungry nympho,” said another. “And here I was thinking she couldn’t handle this much man meat.”

“I’m starting to wonder if there’s enough of us,” said another stud, watching as she got fucked harder.

Victoria barley heard their comments. She was already close to climaxing again. She wasn’t as theatrical as she was before, but that was largely due to her having a dick in her mouth at the time. It didn’t make the feeling any less exhilarating. After barley having time for herself all year, she had a lot of catching up to do.

Only the man humping her seemed to noticed, but he barely slowed down. He kept going while her body was racked by another orgasmic release. Unlike the first stud, he didn’t pull out when he climaxed. Victoria didn’t mind, having already made the necessary preparations. It just ensured their debauchery was bound to get messier.

“I’m ready to…come! Ohh fuck!” he said.

“Hurry up, man! Some of us want another shot at that pussy!” said a guy standing right next to him, holding his dick in anticipation.

The man got his fill, releasing most of his load inside her before pulling out briefly after. Then, the horny stud next to him practically shoved him away so that he could take his place. Even with her body reeling from multiple orgasms, she eagerly accepted him, holding her legs apart so he could enter her and keep the sex going.

“Ooh yeah! You are one special boss bitch!” the man said as he humped her.

“Mmm…you got that right,” Victoria quipped with two dicks waving in her face.

The decadent chaos further escalated. There was less and less need for her to give directions. At this point, it was a full-blown gangbang. There were a dozen well-endowed men and a very willing woman. In terms of New Years festivities, it beat the hell out of any fireworks.

Victoria abandoned any elaborate plan or system to guide such acts. It was just a matter of horny men waiting their turn and her expunging a year of sexual energy. She remained on her back for two more studs, shifting her legs and torso at times to mix things up. One even licked her feet and sucked her toes, which she found uniquely erotic, so much so that she had another orgasm. Her world kept rocking and these stud men kept it rocking hard, much to her delight.

All the while, Victoria kept giving oral sex to any stud who sought it. She remained somewhat sloppy, so much so that a good bit of her makeup and lipstick got smeared. The men didn’t seem to mind, though. One even blew his load right into her face, getting half of it in her mouth and the other half on her cheek. She didn’t mind, either. She just licked it up while casting the other studs and erotic gaze, tempting them to continue feeding her burning desire.

“Keep it coming, studs. Let’s keep this New Years gangbang going!” Victoria proclaimed.

It was the antithesis of the uptight, well-kempt, disciplined professional that she’d been since grade school. Just hearing those words in her own voice sounded strange. At the same time, it was oddly thrilling. The nameless gigolos surrounding her had no idea why this meant so much to her, but they didn’t seem to care.

They weren’t being paid to ask why she needed so much sex on New Years Day.

They were being paid to fuck her until she was satisfied.

To that end, they began coordinating more. At one point during another round of heated humping, one of the studs flipped her over so that she was on all fours. From there, one of the studs could fuck her from behind so that she could focus more on giving oral sex to the men in front of her. It proved both efficient and decadent.

More orgasms followed, both from her and from the manly studs fucking her. Victoria’s sex drive was in overdrive. Even these professional gigolos had a hard time keeping up. All they could do was keep themselves hard and keep the gangbang going. Being professionals, they did their part.

The pace of their humping intensified. As more studs fucked her doggy style, they did so with more fervor. The sound of pelvises smacking into her butt filled the room, along with the grunts, moans, and cheers. By then, the whole suite reeked of sweat and sex. Victoria hadn’t known that scent in a year. It was dirty and lurid, but she loved it, so much so that she craved bolder sex acts.

“My ass!” Victoria said. “Do my ass, too!”

“Just when I thought this couldn’t get crazier,” said one of the studs who hadn’t had his fill yet.

“Good thing we bought lube!” said another.

That was another special request she’d prepared ahead of time, making sure there was lube on hand for whatever sex act she desired. Victoria didn’t always crave something that extreme, but after the year she’d endured, she needed it.

The experienced studs knew what to do. After the one humping her pussy got off, another came in with a bottle of lube in hand. He quickly applied a generous dose. He ended up using half the bottle, making quite a mess on the carpet in the process. Victoria didn’t care. She just pointed her butt up at him, shook it playfully, and welcomed their waiting flesh.

“Come on in,” she said, playfully swatting her ass. “We’re not done yet!”

“Yes, ma’am!” said the stud with the lube bottle.

The handsome man accepted the invitation, grabbing hold of her waist and guiding his dick to her waiting hole. The penetration wasn’t as smooth as before. Victoria groaned and tensed for a moment, waiting for fresh pleasure to wash over the initial sting. That pleasure came quickly. Once her body adjusted, it was on once more. The stud began humping away and the decadence continued.

“Ohhh fuck, that’s tight!” he grunted.

“Well, that gives us an extra hole to work with,” joked another stud.

“That just means she’ll wear us out even faster,” said another in a more serious tone.

“Hey, if that’s what she paid for, that’s what she’s getting!”

Victoria wished her clients were that simple in their thinking. It was ironic how the simplest business practices manifested in whores and gigolos. She had a basic need. She paid these men to fulfil it and they did just that. It was messier, but more fulfilling than spreadsheets and invoices.

With her ass now in play, the studs coordinated with greater creativity. They started by alternating between holes, doing one until she or one of the studs climaxed and then switching to another. It filled her body with more intense sensations, often blurring the line between pain and ecstasy. All the while, she continued giving oral sex to the other studs in front of her, including a few who’d climaxed already and sought another round.

Eventually, the studs made use of their strength and her willingness to engage in every sex act. At one point, they arranged their bodies so that she was fucked from every end. Victoria had a dick in her ass, pussy, and mouth, each slithering and sliding at a steady pace of decadence. It marked the apex of the satisfaction she sought. After a year of conducting such a restrained, disciplined manner, this was her one act of indulgence and it was incredible.

“This feeling…this pleasure…this depraved act of desire…I earned this,” she thought to herself in the midst of so many chaotic sex acts.

Victoria’s thoughts devolved into musings of lust, following basic whims and the sensations that came with them. The gangbang kept going, her naked body rocking to every thrust, pump, and hump. In whatever orifice a dick entered, she savored every bit of it. From every direction, she took in delicious male flesh, following it to multiple rounds of orgasmic ecstasy.

She lost track of how many orgasms she’d achieved, but Victoria was fairly certain that every stud had climaxed at least once. Most ended up on her face, torso, and back, mixing with the sweat that now poured off her body and that of the athletic studs serving her. She even got playful with a few of their peaks, getting two men to pop their loads at once on her tits and having another climax inside both her holes. It was the most playful she’d been all year, which only made it more rewarding.

By the time Victoria neared her limits, some of the studs were already laying back, catching their breath and wiping the sweat from their brow. They had exhausted whatever amount of desire they’d brought with them. By the time the last stud with a working boner had her on the brink, she laid him on his back, got on top of him, and rode him cowgirl style to a final orgasm.

“One more,” Victoria panted as she expended the last bit of desire. “Just…one…more!”

“I’m ready…barely,” grunted the man under her.

The last orgasm was mostly a formality at that point. It wasn’t the loudest or the most elaborate. When it hit, Victoria just arched her back, closed her eyes, and exhaled in accord with the release of pleasure. She did so knowing it might be the last orgasm she shared with a man until this time next year.

The man under her climaxed as well, pulling out just intime to release a small load onto her torso. The rug under them was already messy with various stains, but that was nothing an extra tip to the housekeepers couldn’t resolve. After rolling off the nameless stud, eventually settling into the center of the rug once more, Victoria could finally say it.

She was satisfied.

“Happy New Years, indeed,” she said breathlessly. “Thank you. All you handsome studs…thank you for giving us this.”

“You’re welcome, boss,” said one of the studs who was also catching his breath. “This is a hell of a way to start off the year.”

“Hey, I’ll take it!” said another who was already looking for his pants. “It’s not every day a pretty girl pays my fee for a gangbang like this.”

“Hell, I didn’t think any woman could handle a gangbang like this, let alone enjoy it so damn much,” said one of the older-looking studs.

Victoria, still lying on her side, naked and sweaty, looked around at the equally exhausted studs and smiled. They looked genuinely impressed by her, which she imagined was no easy feat. Professional gigolos encountered all sorts of women with diverse and elaborate tastes. Hers were more unique, to say the least.

Looking at her, even as she bathed in the afterglow of a raucous gangbang, she sensed they respected her for embracing the full extent of her desires. They didn’t know why she exercised them in such a way. They could never understand where she came from or why she did what she did. At the very least, they could appreciate why New Years Day meant something special to her.

“I work so hard,” Victoria told them. “I deny myself so many pleasures, large and small. On one day…the day a new year begins…I indulge. It’s more than just a reward. It’s a reminder of what I have to gain.”

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Daily Sexy Musings: Contemplating Your Perfect Lover

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We all like to dream about our perfect lover. Even if you’re not a fan of romance and have never encountered an endearing romantic sub-plot, I believe everyone imagines what their perfect soul mate would be like. It’s one thing to entertain a lurid fantasy. Those are easy. Contemplating the perfect lover takes more time, energy, and passion.

The perfect lover isn’t just someone you want for one night or a weekend in Cabo or even a month in Cancun. The perfect lover is someone you want to be with until your dying days. They’re someone you’re willing to love, honor, fight for, and cherish. They’re someone whose willing to be with you at your worst and vice versa.

That kind of lover holds a special place in our collective psyche. For many, it seems like an impossible ideal, but it’s not. There are real people who have contemplated and met their perfect lover. Their stories aren’t the product of fiction. They’re very real and they remind us that this kind of love is real.

That kind of love doesn’t just happen. It takes work, but it’s the kind of work that’s worth doing. As a lifelong romantic, I believe that with all my heart. I hope I one day meet someone who will share in that effort with me. To those who have met that someone or are still contemplating that someone, I hope you find this Daily Sexy Musing encouraging. Enjoy!

When I have a spare moment, I dare to imagine.

When I have several, I dare to dream big.

My dreams must be bold because that’s the only way I can see you. Through focus, faith, passion, and grit, I conjure your face from various slivers of scattered thought. Like piecing together a work of art from a pool of countless pieces, I assemble the figure of my soul mate.

Piece by piece, you come together in a convergence of beauty and presence. Just being near you fills me with awe and wonder. To look upon you is to see a every longing desire made real. Seeing you means seeing the true love in its most tangible form. A concept espoused by fairy tales and fantasy suddenly becomes possible.

However, I don’t just stop at a figure.

Beyond the beauty, I dream of a lover whose persona captivates as much as her smile. I can hold you in total darkness, knowing only your touch and voice, yet still feel your wondrous grace. The sound of your voice, the power of your touch, and the warmth of your presence only affirms what my eyes have told me.

You are the love of my life.

You are the angel in my dreams.

You are the only one for me.

I take comfort in that vivid dream. While our dreams help us entertain possibilities, it is love that makes them real. Even after the moment passes, I still feel your spirit, guiding my heart through this chaotic world. I know you’re out there. I may not recognize you when I first see you. You may not recognize me, either. However, we share the same vision.

We contemplate our perfect lover.

We pursue them with all our heart.

We eagerly await that special moment for one our paths cross.

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How And Why “No Strings Attached” Became My Favorite Romance Movie

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A few years back, I cited “Crazy/Beautiful,” an underrated cinematic gem from 2001, as my favorite romance movie. That movie, which I feel has aged better than similar movies from previous decades, has a special place in my heart and it always will. It was the first romance movie that I genuinely enjoyed as both a movie and a love story.

However, I’m here to announce that my ranking has recently changed. I still love “Crazy/Beautiful,” but it is no longer my favorite romance movie. That rank now belongs to “No Strings Attached,” the sexy romantic comedy from 2011 starring Ashton Kutcher and future Thor, Natalie Portman. As of this moment, it’s a rank that will be very difficult for any future movie to top.

The premise of “No Strings Attached” and how it became my favorite romance movie is a remarkable story, in and of itself. This is one of those movies I didn’t expect to be so impactful. I ignored it when it initially came out in theaters. The premise sounded generic and it didn’t help that a similar (and inferior) movie called “Friends With Benefits” came out at the same time.

This is even less romantic than it looks.

It’s a common romance trope. Two people decide to eschew traditional dating methods and just stick to sex. They don’t want anything serious. They just want steady, enjoyable sex, minus the complications that relationships bring. It starts off fun and sexy. Then, things get serious when emotion and jealousy enter the picture. Eventually, both characters realize they love each other and that’s the end of that.

It’s not an overly elaborate premise for a love story. I’ve written more than my share of those as an aspiring erotica/romance writer. It can be a great love story when done right. The problem is it’s rarely done right. It’s also painfully predictable. It’s next to impossible to evoke decent drama when the conflicts and resolutions are so obvious. That was what made “Friends With Benefits.”

That was also why it I didn’t bother seeing “No Strings Attached” for years. I thought it seemed too generic. Then, on a whim, I decided to check it out on Hulu. I fully expected to turn it off halfway through once the plot settled into familiar patterns. I freely admit I was dead wrong. I pre-judged this movie and that was a mistake on my part.

By the time the credits rolled, I was smiling from ear-to-ear and shaking my head in disbelief. This movie did something I didn’t expect it to do. I didn’t even think it was possible, given the sheer volume of romance I’ve written and consumed. It struck all the emotional chords it needed to and then some. Most romance movies these days are lucky if they can strike just a few.

To appreciate this, you can’t just look at the movie through its general plot summary. At its core, “No Strings Attached” follows the basic script of two people agreeing to casual sex in lieu of a formal relationship. However, what makes this movie stand out is how it navigates this premise through its two main characters, Emma Kurtzman and Adam Franklin.

Before these two characters ever start having sex, the movie takes time to establish who they are and why they decide to seek such an arrangement. Adam and Emma aren’t just a couple of attractive strangers who cross paths and decide they like casual sex. They’ve actually known each other for years, albeit informally.

The first 10 minutes of the movie are dedicated to showing that they both end up in such a frustrating place in their personal lives. Adam just broke up with his girlfriend, Vanessa. Then, his father, a former TV star, decides to start dating her. Naturally, that leaves him pretty messed up.

Emma’s situation is not much better. Before they reconnect, her father dies and she doesn’t demonstrate the greatest coping skills. Later on, her sister, Katie, is getting married and her coping skills still haven’t improved. Neither she nor Adam are complete wrecks, but they’re trying to navigate difficult personal matters and failing miserably.

These issues have nothing to do with romance, sex, or loneliness. They’re legitimate, relatable issues that real people deal with, even if they’re not as attractive as Ashton Kutcher and Natalie Portman. That makes their problems and their need for comfort feel genuine. It also makes their pursuit of a more casual, less complicated relationship more understandable.

This is where both the story and the romantic chemistry in “No Strings Attached” gains its endearing appeal. It helps that it’s a very sexy appeal, as well, but that’s only ever secondary, at most. As Adam and Emma pursue their new arrangement, we see that it’s not just fun and sexy. It’s genuinely good for them.

Being together in this unique arrangement helps them in many ways. They’re better able to navigate the other issues in their lives. Some of those issues have to do with work. Adam is trying to make it as a writer on a TV show while Emma is trying to further her career as a doctor. Others are on a more personal front with Adam’s dad being a heavy source of drama.

Whatever the issues, the relationship helps Emma and Adam in ways that are subtle, but noticeable. Being together, even if it isn’t romantic, is genuinely good for them. Even when new stresses enter the picture, they help each other get through it. They get to a point where you can’t help but root for them, both as individuals and as a couple.

That journey to something more serious than casual lovers does happen, but it’s chaotic. Considering how predictable stories about casual lovers tend to be, this is one of the most refreshing parts of “No Strings Attached.” It doesn’t happen all at once. There are even some major setbacks along the way. However, there’s a clear and logical progression with Adam and Emma’s romantic journey.

They start out as casual acquaintances.

Then, they start enjoying each other’s company.

Then, they become friends.

Then, they become lovers.

Then, they start to legitimately care about one another.

Then, they start to develop deeper feelings for one another.

Then, they confront those feelings together.

Finally, they fall in love.

Again, it’s not a smooth transition. There are moments in which the extent of their romantic connection is unclear. What Adam and Emma want from one another seems to fluctuate, which makes them feel very human. While it never comes off as entirely one-sided, it never feels like a bland love story in the mold of a fairy tale.

In addition, “No Strings Attached” also avoids the common trap of making sex seem like this huge complication for real romance. In many other love stories of this nature, sex is often framed as this make-or-break act for a couple. Either having sex destroys the romance or it makes the romance inevitable. It gives the impression that you can’t have sex without falling in love.

Beyond reinforcing harmful notions espoused by repressive purity culture, it undercuts the substance of the romance. It implies that it’s contingent on sex in order to blossom. The romance and the sex in “No Strings Attached” is portrayed with more complexity. One never depends on the other, but they do plenty to complement each other.

Ultimately, great sex isn’t the reason Emma and Adam start to fall in love with one another. It acts more as a catalyst. By being together, they’re not just happier and more sexually satisfied. They become better at navigating the various quirks of their respective lives. That’s basically the epitome of a healthy romance.

More than anything else, the end of the movie clearly establishes that these two people want to be together. Their love is not something they can’t avoid or escape. It’s not bound by destiny and ordained by higher forces. Emma and Adam get together because they choose to.

The love they find is not some burden that provokes jealousy or loneliness. They end up together because they want to be together. Their love works because it’s real, sincere, and genuine. This is what makes the final few minutes of the movie the most cathartic I’ve ever experienced in a romance movie. It was those final minutes that sealed “No Strings Attached” as my new favorite romance movie.

There are many other elements of this movie that I could praise for hours on end. I could probably write an entire book on why this movie worked so much better than “Friends With Benefits.” I’ll save that discussion for another time. For now, I encourage anyone out there with a taste for romance to check this movie out. Give it a chance, like I did. Let me know if it had a similar impact.

I don’t doubt more romance movies will come along and challenge “No Strings Attached” for the title of my favorite. I watch more romance movies than most straight men and it may only be a matter of time before another movie comes along that exceeds both this and “Crazy/Beautiful.” I honestly look forward to that day, but “No Strings Attached” sets the bar pretty damn high.

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Daily Sexy Musings: Chiseled Muscles

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Let’s not lie to ourselves. Having toned, chiseled muscles makes you more attractive in the most general sense. That’s not me making a sweeping judgement on beauty standards or body shaming. That’s just the general consensus. It’s not just me saying that, either. I’ve heard that sentiment expressed directly to me by men and women alike.

I know beauty standards vary wildly across cultures, time periods, and regions, but for the most part, having toned muscles will give you an edge in terms of sex appeal. Like it or not, strong muscles are a key indicator to your health. If you take care of yourself, eat right, and exercise, it generally shows in your muscle tone.

I’ve shared my personal experiences with physical health and body shaming. I’ve gone through periods where I was more pudge than muscle. Then, I got serious about my health. I started working out regularly and eating better. I did it for an extended period, eventually working it into my routine. The results are readily visible every time I take my shirt off. More than one woman has told me as such.

That’s not to say you have to have toned muscles to be sexy. It’s just one of many ways to go about it. It also happens to be a way that has many other positive health benefits. That can only help your sex appeal in the grand scheme of things. To that end, let this Daily Sexy Musing serve as both inspiration and affirmation. Enjoy!

I look in the mirror. In an instant, the fruits of so much labor and effort reveal themselves. Without filters or boasting, the potential of the human body becomes real. I touch it just to be sure. My eyes aren’t lying to me. What I see is what I feel. The hard, toned muscles of my body are there for all to see.

It took hard work.

It took many sacrifices.

It took drive, determination, and dedication.

What I see is both an accomplishment and a next step. The work isn’t done, but I’ve already succeeded. I know because you see it too. In both my reflection and my presence, you look at me with a glint in your eyes that wasn’t there before. What you saw before was just the foundation. Everything you see now is what I’ve built.

I did it for you.

I did it for me.

I did it for us.

Within each chiseled muscle, strength and power radiates for all those who seek it. They don’t just provide visual stimulation of my beauty. They tell a story of who I am and who I’m trying to be. Whereas some gladly accept their current stature, I dared to seek more. Whether in pursuit of vanity or health, I set out on a journey to turn a work in progress into a work of art.

I lifted.

I ran.

I sweated.

I starved.

I fought.

I struggled.

Time and again, the strain held me back. What started as a plan became a process. From that process, I took what nature gave me and refined it. Through the struggle, I endured. From that endurance, I saw results. The more I saw, the more I wanted to see. Now, you can see them too.

I want you to see them.

I want you to admire them.

I want you to know what I can achieve when I set out to achieve something greater.

These muscles that you so enjoy are tangible proof.

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“(Not So) Silent Night” A Sexy Short Christmas Story

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The following is a sexy short Christmas story that I hope will warm your hearts and heat your loins. It is the most wonderful time of the year, after all. Why shouldn’t it be sexy? Enjoy!

Growing up, Nora Oliver-Winters was the kind of soft-spoken girl that few noticed. She was quiet, keeping to herself and rarely causing a raucous. Her high school sweetheart turned husband, Nicholas Winters, was the same. He was the kind of quiet, reserved boy that few gave a second thought.

When they got together, it seemed so fitting. Some of their friends said that they were the calmest, quietest couple of all time. Those same friends probably didn’t see them around the holidays. That was when they came out of their shell and made a little noise.

“I don’t know what gets into you during the holidays, but it’s really something,” Nora’s father used to tell her.

That was generous on her father’s part, but still accurate. As a kid, Nora was the kind of girl who would squeal with joy before sitting on Santa’s lap at the mall. As a teenager and adult, she would sing loudest whenever Christmas music came on or whenever holiday parties got rowdy. Fittingly enough, her husband was often the one who helped make them rowdy.

She and Nick became the dynamic duo of holidays. They would lead the charge with the festivities. They would organize every event, from a Christmas tree lighting to a choir at the local church. That coordination, along with their shared passion for the holidays, was part of what brought them together. It was also the catalyst for many major milestones.

It was around Christmas when Nick asked her on their first date.

It was on that same Christmas that they shared their first kiss.

It was on Christmas when he proposed to her.

It was also around Christmas when they had their wedding.

It almost felt necessary. Christmas was the time of year when they let their usually reserved passions run free. They tended to share more romantic moments, which rarely stayed quiet. It got to a point where even their parents found it troublesome.

That still didn’t stop them. Even when they spent Christmas at her parents’ rural house, they often made more noise than their families were used to hearing from them. Nora promised her parents that she and Nick would keep things quiet, especially on Christmas Eve after everyone had turned in. She’d even hoped to keep that promise.

However, her husband did not make that easy for her.

“Hey, Nora,” he whispered into her ear, “are you awake?”

“It’s almost midnight on Christmas Eve. What do you think?” Nora quipped, not hiding how restless she was.

“Just checking,” Nick snickered. “It’s the most restless time of the year for us. You know how excited I tend to get…especially on Christmas Eve.”

“I know, Nick. Believe me, I know,” she said.

Already, the temptation that break that promise was there. She and Nick had been lying in bed for over an hour now. It didn’t help that they were in the same bed she’d slept in back in high school, which wasn’t nearly big enough for two adult bodies.

That wasn’t her fault, though. Her parents were the ones who insisted on inviting them, her sisters, and Nick’s parents over for Christmas. Every room was full and her old room just happened to be adjacent to her parents’ room. Her father usually preferred that since she’d been the quietest of his three children. It was only around Christmas that she tended to annoy him.

Nick, wearing only a pair of boxers on a cold December night, didn’t seem to care as he spooned her from behind. She felt him slip his arms around her body, the thin fabric of her red nighty doing little to temper his loving touch. He was always extra affectionate around the holidays. It also didn’t take much to rouse her passions around the holidays, even late at night.

“It’s almost midnight,” Nick whispered into her ear while stroking the nape of her neck. “Christmas will officially be here soon.”

“You keep telling me things I already know,” Nora told him. “You never do that without having a point to make.”

“That’s because I do. And it’s a point worth making.”

Now curious, as well as aroused, she rolled over to face her husband. Still under the covers, cuddling together like a couple of teenagers who’d just snuck into each other’s rooms, she caressed his unshaven face. Even in the dim lighting of her old bedroom, she could see the excitement in his eyes. All the joyous memories they’d shared during Christmas had come rushing back. In recounting such moments, how could anyone sleep?

“For 11 months out of the year, I was a quiet grade-grubber in school. Now, I’m just your typical IT guy who spends his days configuring laptops for overpaid executives,” he said.

“And I’m just your average financial planner at a bank,” Nora replied. “What’s your point?”

“I hope it’s obvious. In all that time, we let a lot of thoughts and feelings build up,” he went on. “No matter how many times we try to explore those feelings throughout the year, something gets in the way. Then, Christmas comes around.”

“And suddenly, we make time,” she said, finishing his thought.

“Exactly!”

That had been a bit too loud, but it didn’t stop Nora from smiling back.

“You want to keep your voice down? My parents are in the other room,” she told him.

“I’m trying to. I want to,” Nick said, his excitement still obvious. “I just don’t think I can.”

Still smiling in her grasp, he deepened their embrace. The warmth of his mostly exposed upper body mixed with hers, creating an intimate setting the likes of which roused more than their Christmas spirit.

Following that restless excitement, Nick drew her into a kiss. It started off soft, as if to see if they could keep their passions quiet on Christmas for once. As soon as she tasted his lips, felt his loving touch, and slipped her arms around his waist under the sheets, the truth became abundantly clear. These passions could not be silenced.

“I’m sorry, Nora,” he gasped in between the hot kissing, “but it’s hard keeping my love for you quiet…especially this time of year.”

“Nick,” Nora said, trying to keep her voice down. “I’m inclined to stop you, but God help me. I don’t think I want to.”

“Then, let’s not fight it!” Nick said, once again sounding louder than she’d promised her father. “We can try to keep it down and still share in the holiday spirit, but…”

His words trailed off. She didn’t bother trying to answer. As if drawn together by holiday magic, they kissed again. This time, it wasn’t soft or simple. It quickly blossomed into something more heated. The next thing she knew, her husband was on top of her, kissing and caressing her with a passion worthy of Christmas spirit.

“Nora…my love,” he said in that deep, manly voice of his.

While embracing and caressing her, he began trailing his lips down her neck. Nora let out a sharp gasp. It was louder than she’d intended, but that didn’t dissuade her lover. If anything, it encouraged him.

From the passionate make-out session, clothes started coming off. Nora’s nighty was the first to go. Nick had her so engrossed in his lips that she barely noticed him pushing it up, revealing her ample breasts to him. Once she did, she gladly helped him remove it, leaving her in just a pair of white panties, which were rapidly becoming a burden.

“Ooh Nick!” she moaned, once again making more noise than she’d hoped.

Again, her love wasn’t dissuaded. Even in the darkness of the night, he navigated his way down her half-naked body. He trailed his lips down her neck, fondled both her breasts with his hands, and sent more shivers of arousal coursing through her body. Nora grasped her pillow and bit her lip, preventing her to making more noise.

That became increasingly difficult as Nick made his way down her torso, taking some extra time to tease taste her cleavage and tease her nipples with his tongue. He knew that drove her wild. It had since their honeymoon. She still managed to keep herself from squealing in delight, but found other ways to communicate her desire.

“Mmm…your panties,” said Nick as after teasing her breasts. “I’m guessing you want them off?”

In lieu of a loud proclamation, she lifted her hips to let him know. He got the message and removed them with ease, rendering her completely naked.

Looking up at her in the darkness of the room, she could still see the passion in Nick’s eyes. She saw how much he loved her and how much he wanted her. In the waning hours of Christmas Eve, the greatest gift he could offer was to share in that love.

“Your love is the greatest gift I’ve ever gotten, Nora,” he told her, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s truly a gift that keeps on giving.”

“Speak for yourself, my darling,” she teased.

“It’s Christmas. Even when it comes to gift giving, actions speak louder than words.”

Nick had always been a man of action. It was one of the many reasons she fell in love with him. Even on Christmas Eve, with parents on the other side of the wall, he didn’t hesitate to prove himself.

Still using his lips and his intimate knowledge of her body, he made his way down to her inner thighs. He pulled the sheets back, exposing her naked flesh to the poorly ventilated air of his old room. Nora didn’t mind. She was so hot for her lover that no amount of December cold could temper her passions.

Nick still made it a point to heat her holiday spirit. With tact and tenderness befitting of a skilled lover, he began giving her oral sex, burying his face in her waiting womanhood. This time, she couldn’t keep herself from reacting.

“Ohhh yes!” Nora gasped.

That was too loud. It had to have woken up someone, but Nick didn’t stop. He kept eating her out, using his lips and tongue to taste her tender flesh, stimulating the spots he knew so well. Even in the dark, he sent shivers of bliss coursing through her body. It was so intense that she had to shove a pillow into her face to muffle more moans.

“Mmm…quick thinking,” Nick teased.

He kept at it, licking and tasting her outer and inner folds. She shifted her body, arching her back and shuddering under the steady surge of sensations. Keeping her delight quiet was next to impossible.

However, she knew that Nick’s oral talents were just the wrapping paper. The real gift was still to come. By the time she achieved full arousal, she couldn’t wait anymore. Even if it was still Christmas Eve, she couldn’t contain her excitement.

“Nick…please,” she gasped through the pillow. “Let’s do it. Let’s share this wonderful gift!”

Again, her lover answered with actions rather than words. Given how much noise they’d already made, that was probably a good thing.

Like a man possessed by a special Christmas spirit, he rose up and shed his boxers. He then laid back on top of her, capturing her lips again and allowing their naked bodies to perfectly mesh. In the darkness, she could feel the hardened flesh of his manhood press against her thighs. Whether it was the holidays or the excitement of making love in his old room, he got every bit as aroused as her.

Their hearts and bodies beckoned for a far greater gift. From passionate instincts, Nora skillfully wrapped her legs around her lover’s waist, drawing them into an intimate warmth to combat the winter cold. With equal skill, Nick aligned his manly flesh with her womanly opening.

Then, in an act that transformed their love into a physical form, he entered her. In that moment, through the perfect union of intimate flesh, their most cherished gift came to life.

“Nora…my love,” he gasped.

“Nick…my lover,” she gasped in response.

That was all they could get out. They could’ve been a lot more vocal, but they managed to mute such loud proclamations with a loving kiss. It seemed to be the only way to temper the noise, but it might have been the most fitting.

With heated kissing and affectionate touching, Nora and her loving husband made love. Nick set the pace of their passion, working his body with hers in a steady, yet heated rhythm. She supplemented his efforts, digging the balls of her feet into his lower back and raking her fingers down his back. Through each thrust and motion, his toned manly sinews glided effortlessly along her feminine curves, creating an intimate heat that perfectly countered the winter cold.

“Mmm…Nick! Oh Nick! Oohhh yes!” she cried out in the brief moments when their lips parted.

“Oh Nora!” he moaned, no longer trying to temper his voice.

That had to have roused someone in the other room. She and Nick were beyond caring at this point. They were making love on Christmas, celebrating the greatest gift two lovers could possibly share. If that meant rousing sleeping parents, then so be it.

Their lovemaking rocked the bed along with their naked bodies. The sheets quickly became ruffled and frame squeaked under the weight of their passion. Her old bed was clearly not designed to accommodate lovers like them. That didn’t stop them from pursuing their passion to the utmost.

As they drew out their love, the clock neared midnight. Christmas was about to officially arrive. Nora was about to arrive as well, her husband’s loving efforts bringing her to the brink of orgasm. She was close. She could sense in every touch and gasp that he was close too. That gave them an opportunity to make this special gift even better.

“Nick…I’m ready,” she whispered into his ear.

Through the darkness, Nora sense his beaming smile. They’d been together long enough and shared plenty of passionate nights. He knew what that entailed.

This time, Nora was the one who let her actions do the talking. While lip-locked in another passionate kiss, she realigned their bodies so that she was the one on top. Now straddling his pelvis, his rigid manhood still deep inside her throbbing womanhood, she took charge of their lovemaking. For the final push to shared ecstasy, she held onto her waist and rode him to a special holiday delight.

“Oohhh Nora! I’m ready too! I’m so…so ready!” Nick moaned.

“Nick…I’m so close! Oohhh Nick!” she cried out.

As the feeling approached, the clock struck midnight. It was Christmas. That meant it was finally time to unwrap their present together.

Together, they exerted the last round of their passions. Nick reached up and caressed her breasts while she leaned back, thrusting upwards while she gyrated her hips. It was a perfect harmony of passion, evoking just the right sensations to send them over the brink and into a world of ecstasy.

“Ohhh Nick!”

“Oohhh Nora!”

In what felt like a true Christmas miracle, they climaxed together. Nora felt her inner depths throb, followed by a wondrous release of ecstasy that washed over her like a gift straight from the North Pole. Nick definitely got his gift as well. She felt it in the way his manhood throbbed inside her, his manly fluids mixing with her feminine juices in a perfect holiday treat.

As they soaked in every sensation, her hands found his. Their fingers became enlaced, as if to guide one another through an ocean of ecstasy. With the waves from that ocean still washing over them, Nora collapsed atop her lover’s naked body where they came together in another kiss.

“I love you, Nick,” she said to him.

“I love you too, Nora,” he replied.

“And now, it’s past midnight. So I can say it. Merry Christmas, my wonderful husband. I hope you enjoyed your gift this year.”

“Merry Christmas to you too, my amazing wife. And yes, I definitely did!”

They kissed again, allowing their bodies to settle into a relaxing afterglow. Nora even managed to pull the sheets up over their naked bodies. Lying naked atop her husband, resting her head on his chest, it was the perfect way to start Christmas.

Then, just as she was ready to nod off again, there was a loud banging on the wall.

“Hey! Keep it down in there, you horny dogs!” yelled the voice of her restless father. “Some of us like to sleep on the holidays!”

Neither she nor Nick said a word. He just smiled awkwardly. She could even see him blushing profusely. Just when they thought they’d gotten away with some noisy lovemaking, they both remembered that the holidays extended beyond their love.

“Sorry,” he whispered. “Guess we’ll have to be quieter next time.”

“Oh Nick,” Nora laughed under her breath. “You know even Christmas miracles have their limits.”

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