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Daily Sexy Musings: Soothing Heartbreak

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There’s no way around it. Heartbreak sucks. It feels awful on so many levels. It may not leave a physical mark, but it’s one of those wounds that never seems to heal. You can stub your toe a hundred times or break every bone in your body. Those things still heal. Heartbreak doesn’t.

I know this because I’ve endured my share of heartbreak over the years. I’m not just referring to break-ups in a relationship, either. There have been times when someone I’ve had strong feelings for just flat out rejects me and not in a polite way. Suddenly, those feelings that once gave you comfort and hope are now a source of pain. Even though you move on, it still hurts.

However, as painful as heartbreak can be, it can open us up to a unique kind of intimacy. Sometimes, it comes from a close friend. Sometimes, it comes from someone who goes onto become a lover. Whatever the case, these are the moments in which we’re at our most vulnerable. Our wounded soul is laid bare. We seek comfort and those who provide it have a special place in our hearts.

It doesn’t always lead you to the love of your life. It may not even lead you to another relationship. Regardless of the outcome, there’s a powerful intimacy at work. It’s an unspoken intimacy and one that doesn’t always require something sexual. However, when it gets to that level, the pain of heartbreak becomes something else entirely.

While heartbreak rarely starts off as something sexy and intimate, it can lead to something genuinely profound in the right moment. Those moments are rare, but they’re not fleeting. This Daily Sexy Musing is my attempt to capture such a moment. Enjoy!

I’m deeply hurt.

I’m in so much pain.

I’m battered and broken.

I’m at my weakest state.

This is how you found me. I’m a cracked shell. My heart lays in ruin, every piece scattered to the winds. The love I thought I had is no more. What once made me strong has rendered me weak and vulnerable. The loss defies words. I try to articulate it, but the words only tell a fraction of the story. They can never do justice to the pain.

However, you still listen. In my darkest hour, you stay with me and give me comfort. From the ashes of my tattered soul, you create the forge. It’s still up to me to put the pieces back together.

Through you, I find renewed strength.

Through you, I pull myself up.

Through you, I finally feel something other than heartache.

It happens slowly, but steadily. What I lost can never be regained. The mark it left will never disappear. At first, I despair. Then, I accept it. Thanks to you, I dare to embrace it and the bitter memories that come with it. From those memories are lessons and from those lessons, you show me a new path.

In heartache, I endure harsh failure.

In heartache, I explore deeper passions.

In heartache, I uncover profound truths.

In heartache, I see who is there for me and who has left me behind.

You’re here now. I feel your care and your love. From it, heartache is the end of one thing and the beginning of something more.

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Swing Volume 2: Evolution Of A (Uniquely Sexy) Romance

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Every relationship is different. How they come together and how they stay together varies from couple to couple. Some work perfectly fine a traditional, monogamous setup. You marry one person and that’s who you make love to, till death do you part. There’s nothing wrong with that and plenty of great love stories can be told from it.

However, that approach doesn’t work for everyone and there’s nothing wrong with that, either. It’s just more challenging to tell a non-monogamous love story without it becoming overly pornographic. That didn’t stop Matt Hawkins and Jenni Cheung, with help from artist Linda Sejic, from telling a genuine, compelling love story about non-monogamy in “Swing: Volume 1.”

When I reviewed this graphic novel last year, I highlighted how it perfectly balanced the romance with the sex appeal. The first part of the story was about how its two protagonists, Cathy Chang and Dan Lincoln, fell in love. Then, after settling into married life, complete with two kids and decent careers, they sought to recapture that passionate spark that helped bring them together.

It culminated with them navigating the colorful world of open relationships. At the same time, it laid the foundation for a deeper romantic journey in a future sequel. Having waited anxiously for over a year, I can safely say that “Swing: Volume 2” was worth the patience. This book doesn’t just continue Dan and Cathy’s journey. It takes the sexiness and romance to new heights.

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The story picks up where the first book left off. Dan and Cathy got their first state of the non-monogamous lifestyle and they liked it. That’s made abundantly clear through Yishan Li and Linda Sejic’s art in first several pages. However, that’s not the end of their romantic journey. It’s just another step in the process.

Now that Dan and Cathy are in this sexy new world, their next challenge is successfully navigating it. Having a few threesomes is fun, but the swinging world of non-monogamy is much bigger. It’s also a world that requires Dan and Cathy to confront certain aspects of their relationship that they’ve never had to deal with before.

While Dan admits that he’d been with multiple women, Cathy has only been intimate with one man. She lived a more sheltered life, which was nicely established in the first book. The second book builds on that, showing that there are parts of her sexuality that she hasn’t explored. That desire to explore this world is what helps drive the plot and the drama in “Swing: Volume 2.”

A taste of that drama.

Yes, there is drama. It’s not all fun sexy time all the time. While those times are certainly present, Hawkins and Cheung make this exploration feel genuine and believable. From how Cathay and Dan establish a set of rules to how they struggle to find compatible partners, the various details of the story come off as something that can happen in the real world.

There are triumphs and setbacks. Some of those setbacks make for the funniest moments of the story. Like any relationship, an open relationship takes a great deal of work. Dan and Cathy find that out the hard way on more than one occasion. That only makes the fruits of their labor satisfying, both in terms of plot and sex appeal.

Compared to the first book, “Swing: Volume 2” has a lot more sex appeal and I’m not just referring to Li and Sejic’s graphic, yet tasteful depictions. There are plenty of scenes that involve exposed body parts, intimate love scenes, and overt innuendo that anyone’s inner 13-year-old will recognize. However, it never comes off as crude or gratuitous.

The overall tone of “Swing: Volume 2” is very much in keeping with the sex positive themes of its predecessor. It also does something important with those themes. As the story unfolds, we see how Cathy and Dan’s relationship evolves. Before, they were just a typical married couple looking to spice things up. Now, their relationship has gained greater complexity and, most importantly, it’s better because of it.

Both characters get an opportunity to narrate parts of the story. We get insights into their thoughts and feelings, revealing how they each approach this new facet of their relationship. Dan shows his share of insecurities, at times. Cathy’s reservations also crop up, as well. There are times she feels things that she doesn’t express and that causes some tension.

They make an effort to establish rules and boundaries. Many of them feel like concepts that actual couples who have navigated the world of open relationships would exercise. When the rules work, Dan and Cathy’s relationship benefits. When they don’t, even when it’s not intentional, it causes problems.

The problems never get overblown, but they don’t get brushed aside either. If “Swing: Volume 2” has an overarching theme, it’s that the world of open relationships is difficult. It’s not for everyone. It’s not the kind of thing that’ll fix a trouble relationship, either. Dan and Cathy make very clear that they love each other. Venturing into an open relationship wasn’t meant to fix that. It was meant to make their lives more exciting.

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Without giving away too many spoilers, I’ll say that Hawkins and Cheung once again succeed in making all these dramatic elements work. There’s never a point where “Swing: Volume 2” feels too focused on sex or too focused on romance. It seamlessly blends the two together so that they complement one another, as any good love story should.

There is romance.

There is eroticism.

There is personal growth for both these characters.

Along the way, you don’t just find yourself rooting for them or their relationship. You can’t help but be curious to see where this journey takes them. Like real relationships, there’s no endgame or culmination in mind. This isn’t that type of story. The lives of Dan and Cathy stay firmly grounded in a realistic setting. That’s part of what makes it so impactful, as a story.

That’s not to say that “Swing: Volume 2” is without flaws. There are parts of the story that feel a bit truncated. A few dramatic moments don’t come off as intense as they’re set out to be. There are also other characters that don’t get fleshed out as much, despite them showing potential in the first volume.

It doesn’t stop the overall story from fitting together seamlessly. The story effectively builds on the foundation that the first one established while ramping up the passion along the way. It’s compelling, heartfelt, and sexy. Between the mature themes and the beautiful artwork, “Swing: Volume 2” stands out as a fitting slice-of-life style comic in a sea of superheroes and spectacles.

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If I had to score “Swing: Volume 2,” I’d give it a solid 8 out of 10. If you’re looking for something different, mature, and even a little risqué, then this book will check all the right boxes and then some. I’m not saying it’ll give all monogamous couples second thoughts, but it’ll give more than a few some interesting ideas.

To purchase “Swing: Volume 2,” please do so through Comixology, Amazon, or your local comic shop.

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Daily Sexy Musing: Raw Loving

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When you imagine the greatest romantic gestures, you often think of big, fancy spectacles that turns love into a spectacle. Maybe a guy brings a horse-drawn carriage to his lover’s front door to take her on a romantic stroll. Maybe a woman covers the bed in flowers, puts on some revealing lingerie, and plays her lover’s favorite song. It’s a beautiful thing. I’ve based novels and sexy short stories about it.

Then, there are those times when you just want something unabashedly raw. You skip the romantic display. You don’t even bother to close the blinds or wear something fancy. You just take your lover and let basic instincts do the rest. When you and your lover are in a particular mood, it can be uniquely satisfying.

Let’s face it. We don’t always have the time for more elaborate displays of passion. We’re all busy with one thing or another. We’ve got lives to live, bills to pay, and issues to resolve. While we should always try to make time for something overly romantic, I think there’s plenty of room for something less subtle.

It doesn’t have to be rough. It just has to be direct, concise, and genuine. If you love and desire someone that much, then your bodies will know what to do. Human beings are emotional, passionate creatures, by nature. Sometimes, you just got to let that nature do its thing. I hope this Daily Sexy Musing will inspire you to give it a try. Enjoy!

I take your hand.

I grunt your name.

I lay you down.

You don’t say a word. With your eyes, you just urge me on, daring me to be as crude and direct as possible. I gladly take up the challenge. My desires and loins have already risen to the occasion. I just need to know our passions are aligned, absent of doubt or reservation.

There’s a time for romance.

There’s a time for tenderness.

There’s a time for big, elaborate acts of love.

This is not one of those times.

For once, we skip the formalities. There’s no long, arduous path to that special moment of shared intimacy. The path is clear, direct, and within our grasp. I want it as much as you. We can eschew patience and planning. This time, the raw, unfiltered power of our love boils to the surface.

It’s not rough, but it’s not gentle either. We tear our clothes off, but we don’t rip them. There’s no slowing down or careful caressing. We see what we want. We take it and give it without hesitation. There are no profound expressions of amorous sincerity. Grunts and gasps tell us everything we need to know.

It’s so crude, but so direct.

It’s so simple, but so effective.

It’s so intense, but so focused.

Pure, unshackled desire becomes a pure, unambiguous act. Love, lust, desire, and ecstasy become one in the same. It’s brief, but effective. It ends quickly, but still satisfies.

There will be plenty of times for something greater.

For now, the rawest form of our love will suffice.

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Daily Sexy Musing: Rock Star Sex Appeal

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There are certain types of sex appeal that are difficult to understand. You see people swoon over a particular celebrity, a fashion trend, or accent and it’s just confounding. I’ve met women who think Liam Neeson’s accent is the sexiest voice of all time. I don’t get it. However, when I see a rock star attract women by the dozens, I totally understand.

Rock stars are sexy. That’s just a fact. What they do, how they do it, and how they carry themselves just checks so many boxes with respect to sex appeal. Their music gets people moving in a sexy way. Their voice entices people with sexy, poetic tone. Their movements on a stage, sweating and yelling with a passion, just resonates with the loins of anyone there to see it.

Stories about rock stars exploiting their sex appeal is nothing new. Some of those stories have become modern day legends. Again, I totally understand. They’re rich, they’re talented, and they’re almost expected to be decadent party animals. People are going to want to be around them, especially members of the opposite sex. It might as well be a law of physics.

While the sex appeal of rock stars is beyond dispute, I think there are deeper sensual forces at work here. It’s not just about music, parties, or having a good time. Rock stars have this aura about them that defies description almost as much as it soaks panties. They have a persona and a presence that helps them do what they do. I believe that this factors heavily in their sex appeal.

Most of us will never be rock stars, but that doesn’t mean we can’t appreciate the power of their appeal. With this Daily Sexy Musing, I seek to celebrate this uncanny spectacle that makes so many dance, swoon, and cheer. Enjoy!

Their voice is loud.

Their movements are intense.

Their words are poetic.

Their rhythm is infectious.

We all take it in. The lights, the cheers, and spectacle of it all creates an experience like no other. It’s one we can share in large crowds. From a dingy club to a huge stadium, the show takes many forms in multiple scales. It all centers around them. They captivate us, drawing us under their influence and power.

They are rock stars.

They are rock gods.

Like any deity, they command worship and praise. We give it willingly. There’s no need for prayer or sacrifice. They offer it to us like a gift. Their talent, drive, and energy ignites the experience. It also ignites something intimate inside us.

We feel it in our hearts, but it quickly spreads to our loins. With rhythm and movement comes heat and arousal. Like a beacon or a siren, it summons us from afar and we willingly follow. Just hearing the music fills us with desire. Getting closer to the source is like getting close to the sun. The heat is almost too much.

Even so, we brave it.

To be near a star is to risk more heat.

To be with that star is to share in the flame.

We are willing captives, drawn to rhythmic musings of melody and song. Rock stars are the spark, but we are the fuel that eagerly spreads the flame. Fantasy and reality may often blur, but the persona and the music are real. In both our passions and our loins, we make share in its power.

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Daily Sexy Musing: Sexy Sweet Talk

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In case the sheer volume of sexy short stories, erotica/romance novels, and articles on sex robots haven’t been obvious enough, I have a deep appreciation for sexy rhetoric. Don’t get me wrong. I appreciate pictures of bikini models, lingerie, and speedos as much as the next guy, but I’ve always been extra fond of sexy talk.

I’m not just referring to basic dirty talk, either. I love that too, but I’m also quite fond of general sweet talk. I admit it can be cheesy, especially for people who aren’t good with words or struggle conversing with the opposite sex. It can be especially hilarious for teenagers. I once knew a kid in high school who tried to describe his love for his girlfriend with deli meat. I wish I was kidding.

When done right, though, sweet talk can create a uniquely intimate moment. It can really solidify a connection between two people who just met. It can also reaffirm old passions between people who have been married for several decades. It’s often personal. Two people who know each other and love each other will know just what to say and how to say it in order to get their hearts racing. It’s a beautiful thing.

It can take the form of a soft whisper. It can be a cheesy song that you hum in the shower. It’s essentially a loving gesture that’s tailor-made for specific lovers. You don’t always know what form it’ll take. You just know that when it’s done right, it’s incredibly powerful. I’m going to try and capture some of that power with this Daily Sexy Musing. I doubt I’ll capture it all. Enjoy!

A soft whisper.

A catchy song.

A single sentence.

A deep tone.

Like a key to your heart, I unlock that special well of love that exists between us. On their own, every word is just a word. You’ve heard them from others as often as me. We know their meaning. They simply pass us by like a subtle breeze. Through my voice and through my passions, however, they take on a new dimension.

They tap into something deeper.

They evoke unique feelings.

They reveal a special bond.

They open a hidden channel.

When you hear it, I feel you melt in my arms. You become as light and vulnerable as a cloud, barely held together by intimate whims. I hold you and you cling to me. I offer more of those sweet, special words that send you into a frenzy. It’s a wondrous sight to behold.

In this message, I give depth and meaning to our love. It becomes poetry, a work of art that transcends the medium. No longer a feeling that defies description, it becomes something we can comprehend. Just hearing those powerful words in that intimate conjures things that are nothing short of magic. What only seemed possible in fantasy becomes real, simply through words.

Every gesture is so true.

Every word is so raw.

Every sentiment is so sweet and we gladly taste it together.

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Daily Sexy Musing: Beautiful Proposals

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In every great love story, real and fictional, a marriage proposal is often the apex of the romance. Some treat it like the final play of the Super Bowl. Others treat it like the victory parade for those who win the Super Bowl. Either way can work. There’s a reason people make a big deal of it and it’s a damn good reason.

Even if you have a very cynical view of marriage, there’s no denying the romantic power of the proposal. It’s the basis of many movies, novels, and TV shows. While some are more memorable than others, they all attempt to capture the power of this moment. In real life, people go to great lengths to make their proposal special. When done right, it’s a perfect manifestation of everything that’s great about love.

I don’t just bring this up become I’m a romance fan and an aspiring erotica/romance writer. Recently, I got some big news from a close family member of mine. Out of respect for my family, who I know reads this site from time to time, I won’t provide names or details. I’ll just say that my family now has a wedding to plan and it’s all thanks to a beautiful proposal.

Chances are I’ll be writing a lot about weddings and marriage proposals in the coming months. Given that this is a big family event, I’ll likely play a major role in making this wedding special for the bride, the groom, and both families. I’m still processing the news, but I’m also very much inspired.

It’s more than enough for a Daily Sexy Musing, but rest assured, this won’t be the only wedding-related content I make. For now, consider this an appetizer. Also, to the close family member who may be reading this, congratulations! I promise to make the big day as awesome as possible.

It starts with a thought.

In you, I see the one I love. I wake up by your side in the morning and come home to you in the evening. You are in my thoughts and dreams throughout the day. My world is tied to yours. Every vision of the future involves us together. The very concept of love begins and ends with you.

Then, it becomes an idea.

I see myself tying my life to yours. An intimate bond is not enough. We kiss, we embrace, and we make love as much as any two people can. However, these are all acts that any couple can do. What we have is special. It deserves to be special. To make it special, I seek a special affirmation.

Finally, it becomes a realization.

The recourse becomes so obvious. I love you and you love me. Our paths crossed and our lives became indelibly entwined. Chance and circumstance may have brought us together, but powerful passions formed unique bonds. I don’t just want to be your lover. A love like ours warrants something greater.

In a moment, forever etched in memory, I get down on one knee.

In a moment, born of longing, I proclaim to you the breadth of my live.

In a moment, built on a love unique to us, I ask to be with you until my dying breath.

Time stops as our hearts align. Every thought, notion, and feeling converges in a singular choice. I see tears from in your eyes. Joy and elation manifest before us both.

You say yes.

I take your hand.

We hold one another as our love takes on its ultimate form.

Our journey as lovers is complete.

Our journey as married spouses begins.

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“Summer’s End” A Sexy Short Story (For Labor Day 2019)

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The following is a sexy short story to help celebrate Labor Day 2019. I know I wrote a sexy short story for Labor Day last year. I thought it turned out well, so I wrote another one. I hope this helps everyone cap off their summer in the best possible way. Enjoy!

“To another great summer!”

“Here, here!”

That was the toast that Calvin Price’s father gave an hour ago. It capped off his family’s annual Labor Day barbecue, much to the praise of their relatives, neighbors, and friends. Many of them were still outside in the backyard of his suburban house, drinking whatever beer remained in the several coolers his Uncle Ronnie brought. He could still hear them laughing and chatting from his bedroom window.

In every previous year, Calvin – or Cal, as most people called him – would’ve been down there with them. He’d been at every one of these Labor Day parties since he was a kid. His father, a successful financial consultant and prominent community leader had been throwing them since before he and his two younger sisters were born. They acted as a definitive transition point, ending summer and everything with it.

That used to not bother Cal. He enjoyed a good barbecue as much as anyone. However, a lot had changed this past summer. A lot was going to change over the next nine months as he entered his senior year of high school. Looking out into yard from his bedroom, he contemplated the breadth of those changes.

“My last summer before my last year of high school,” Cal said to himself as he leaned next to the window. “Is it supposed to feel this daunting?”

That sounded like a loaded question. The last year of high school was supposed to be daunting. More than one relative had already asked him about college, careers, and all sorts of topics that reminded him he wasn’t a kid anymore.

He usually smiled and gave them a generic answer about focusing on the upcoming school year. What he said didn’t match up with how he felt. If anything, the end of the summer left Cal feeling something other than the pressures of another year in high school.

“Burned out already, Cal?” came an unexpected, but welcome voice. “If so, then I fear for your attendance record this year.”

“Hey Briana,” Cal replied with a humored grin. “I take it you got tired of my Aunt Grace’s scrutiny.”

“What makes you say that? I just love spending hours with your bitterly divorced Aunt,” she replied with scathing sarcasm. “What girlfriend wouldn’t enjoy her endless scrutiny?”

“She’s just being protective. I am her favorite nephew, after all.”

“That’s just because she doesn’t have kids of her own to baby. I swear she thinks I’m just with you because my dad partnered with yours last year.”

“Well, that is how we met,” Cal reminded her. “I guess she just doesn’t believe people can form healthy relationships from random circumstances.”

“For a woman who met her ex-husband in traffic court, that’s just hypocritical.”

They both laughed and it felt good. Cal needed something to take his mind off the end of the summer. Brianna Westly had a knack for doing that. It was one of the many reasons they got together several months back.

If anything, this past summer had been defined by his first girlfriend. While Cal had pursued cute girls before, Brianna was the first girl he formally dated. She came into his life unexpectedly. Her father moved into the area earlier that spring as part of a deal with his father’s company. They first met at a formal meet-and-greet that he didn’t even want to go to. From there, sparks flew, phone numbers were exchanged, and things got serious.

His mother and friends thought it was just some summer fling. It certainly had all the qualities of one. They met suddenly and progressed quickly, so much so that they snuck out a few nights to hang out at strip mall several blocks away. They’d even been intimate a few times. While she wasn’t his first sexual experience, she was his most meaningful.

Now, on the eve of Labor Day, a burning question remained. Would that meaning go beyond summer?

“You’ve got that brooding look again,” Brianna said, taking on a serious demeanor as she approached him.

“I hate that you know me that well already,” Cal said with a half-grin.

“What can I say? You’re that transparent,” she said as she leaned on the wall next to him.

“Then, I’ll skip the part where I lie to you about everything being okay,” he told her, “because honestly, this year’s Labor Day party feels different. And it’s not just because school is starting and I already miss sleeping in on weekdays.”

“So what is it? Does it have to do with us?”

Cal shifted awkwardly. He wasn’t ready to have this conversation, but Brianna wasn’t the kind of girl who brushed things off. That just wasn’t her style. It might have been for the best, given the situation.

“It partly involves us,” Cal conceded.

“How big a part?” she asked curiously.

“Bigger than I can put into words, but not enough to cover the full story,” he answered. “All my life, Labor Day was just the day I capped off my summer, prepared for school, and daydreamed about next summer. It was bittersweet, but in a good way.”

“It probably helps that your dad throws awesome Labor Day parties,” she pointed out.

“It certainly doesn’t hurt, that’s for sure. But this year, it’s not just the end of summer. It feels like the end of something more. I’ve been doing things a certain way all my life. And it’s worked, for the most part. But next summer, I can’t do things the same way. I have to figure out a new way.”

“It’s daunting, I know. I imagine everyone in our class feels like that today.”

“That’s just it. How I feel about school, this summer, and next summer is so different,” Cal said in a more serious tone, “and you’re a big reason why, Brie.”

He reached over and slipped his arm around her waist. He invited her to get closer and share his intimate warmth. She accepted without hesitation.

Being so close to her reminded him just how different this past summer had been. He’d never had a serious girlfriend before. Much of their relationship had been formed by the events of the past few months. It completely changed how he saw the events that awaited.

“Remember when we first went out? And your sister just rolled her eyes when I picked you up?” he asked. “I believe her exact words were stupid puppy love.”

“It was actually bullshit puppy love, but close enough,” Brianna replied.

“That’s what a lot of people thought. They saw us and they still saw a couple of teenagers who didn’t know what the hell they were doing. Maybe we didn’t at first, but then…”

His words trailed off. As the memories of the past summer played out, he deepened his embrace with her. He recalled their first date, their first kiss, the first time they had sex, and even that embarrassing time his mother caught them fooling around in his dad’s shed. Altogether, those moment came to define his summer. Holding her in his arms, Cal entertained ideas on how it might define his life beyond that.

Brianna must have been entertaining similar ideas. She affectionately wrapped her arm around his neck and caressed his unshaven face, gazing into his eyes with affection that did not match that of an immature teenager. It was a look he’d seen a lot more frequently as the summer neared its end. Now, it had even greater meaning.

“And now, here we are,” Brianna said, putting into words what he could not, “still together and sharing more than just fond summer memories.”

“That’s what makes Labor Day feel so different this time around,” he continued. “I’ve got something from summer other than good memories. I’ve got something…someone that I want to take with me into whatever comes next. And with this being our last year in high school, a lot is coming.”

“That’s for sure,” she said. “The fact you want me along for that ride says a lot about us.”

“It says even more about what you mean to me.”

Still standing so close, the warmth of their bodies mixing despite the summer heat, he caressed her face with both hands. As he looked into her eyes, he tried to convey just how much she meant to him. Cal wasn’t good with words. It was one of the reasons he hadn’t had a serious girlfriend before Brianna.

She was a special girl. She could sense what he was trying to say, even when he couldn’t say it. She must have sensed quite a bit because he could feel her trembling in his arms.

“Damn it, Cal. Why do you have to do this when I still smell like barbecue sauce and brussels sprouts?” Brianna asked, her voice cracking under the emotions.

“It’s your fault for cutting in line to get my mom’s burgers,” he teased curtly.

“Guess it’s also my fault I fell for a guy like you…a guy I just thought would show me the ropes in this town. Now, I can’t imagine getting through the next nine months without you.”

“You won’t have to,” said Cal strongly. “Everyone else keeps calling us a summer fling. But we know it’s more than that. I want to make it more than that.”

“So do I, but we picked a hell of a time to get serious,” she added. “High school, college applications, fall sports, our dads working together…we’re basically jumping over this cliff together and hoping we don’t land on jagged rocks.”

“I’m willing to take that leap. I’m even willing to bet we can land on those rocks and come out stronger. You’ve made this past summer so special for me, Brie. Now, on the day our summer ends, I’d like to make every other season just as special.”

It marked the first time that Cal had ever articulated a complicated feeling in just a handful of words. It was both fitting and cathartic, telling Brianna the depths of his feelings for her. It had been a laborious struggle, but with it being Labor Day, his timing couldn’t have been better.

“Oh Cal,” Brianna said with that beaming smile of hers, “that’s the sweetest, most heartfelt thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Thanks,” he said, blushing somewhat under her gaze. “I’m honestly surprised I managed to say it.”

“It’s a good thing you did,” she said, “because now, I can tell you how I feel about this past summer too…and how I feel about everything else moving forward.”

She made her point, as only she could. In the light of the setting sun on Labor Day, she kissed him. It was no ordinary kiss, though. Through her lips, warmth, and touch, she told him everything she needed to say.

That was another thing about Brianna that Cal had come to love. She could convey so much with so little. Sometimes, she didn’t even need words. Her actions conveyed the necessary meaning. With her, there was no ambiguity.

She loved him.

She loved him every bit as much as he loved her.

This past summer might have brought them together, but on the eve of Labor Day, they saw just how far they’d come. Moreover, there was still time to do more.

“Brianna…the door,” Cal gasped as the kiss intensified.

Their lips parted briefly and she cast him a knowing smile. They’d shared enough tender moments in his bedroom to know when their passions escalated beyond a certain point. That often meant taking a few precautions to preserve the moment.

Without saying a word, Cal broke the embrace and closed his bedroom door. He quickly took her in his arms again and resumed their heated kissing. He also grew bolder with his touching, trailing his hand down her waist, hips, and thighs. She returned the favor, feeling around his arms and reaching up his shirt. With each intimate touch, affection turned to desire. Before long, he began guiding her to the bed.

“Cal,” she gasped in between their heated gestures, “your parents and mine…they’re right outside.”

“So long as there’s beer in those coolers, they’ve no reason to come back in,” Cal told her.

“It’s not just that. If this is the end of our summer…the end of the summer that brought us together…then I want it to be special.”

“In other words, you don’t want interruptions.”

“Not for this. Definitely not for this.”

She kissed him again. They’d reached the bed. By now, his pants felt uncomfortably tight. He also noticed Brianna rubbing her thighs together. She felt it too. The desire had escalated beyond that special barrier. To fully express their love, they needed more than simple kissing.

“The sun is still out. My dad hasn’t turned down the music. We’ve got time,” Cal said with a confidence he knew turned her on.

“You sure it’s enough?” she asked curtly.

“This is the official end of our summer,” he said. “Don’t you want to end it with a bang?”

“Of course, I do…in more ways than one.”

“Then, we’ve all the incentive we need to make sure it’s enough.”

He made it sound like he wasn’t the least bit worried about someone barging in, just as they were in the middle of getting intimate. In the back of his mind, it was a concern. His parents had rules about him and Brianna being behind closed doors for extended periods. However, there was a time and place to break those rules. This was definitely one of them.

“That might be the sexiest logic I’ve ever heard,” she said to him while pressing her thigh up against his groin.

“I had no idea that turns you on,” said Cal in his manliest tone.

“Make sense of it later. Right now, let’s get out of these itchy clothes!”

They smiled and laughed playfully as the passion resumed. Together, they climbed up onto the bed, kissing and pawing one another, building arousal and loosening clothes. Their love was real, but he and Brianna were still a couple of horny teenagers.

Once on the bed, clothes started coming off quickly. His shirt was the first to go. Brianna’s tank top, sandals, and shorts followed suit. In just her bra and panties, she practically tackled him to the bed so she could get his jeans and boxers off. By the time she tossed them across his room, he already had a semi-hard cock. As she so often did in their intimate moments, Brianna made it a point to maximize his arousal.

“Lie back,” she told him. “Let me add to the incentive.”

“Incentive…right,” Cal said, already breathless.

Trusting her and her motivations, he laid down atop the comforter and let his lover work her sensual magic. She looked like an angel in the late afternoon twilight, hovering over him and tempting him with her loving gaze. She kept that gaze squarely on him as she trailed her lips down his neck, chest, and abdomen. Along the way, she grabbed hold of his growing cock and stroked it.

He tensed under her firm, yet loving grip. She knew how to get his blood flowing in all the right directions. As Brianna stoked the flames of his arousal, she removed her bra, revealing her perfectly round breasts. She used both them and her lips to step up the passion.

“Cal…my sweet, caring boyfriend,” Brianna said through seductive purrs. “You’ve given me so much. I want to return the favor.”

She did plenty to deliver. With the utmost care and sensuality, she licked and suckled his hardened cock. She wasn’t hard or sloppy. She never made oral sex look dirty or lurid. She approached it like any other loving gesture. It was part of what made their love lives special.

“Oh Brainna…so much,” Cal gasped. “You give me…so much too.”

With each subtle act, she heightened his desire. She even used her breasts as well, sliding it between her fleshy mounds to really maximize the arousal. It worked perfectly. Cal grunted and panted in accord with her gestures, reaching over and lightly running his fingers through her hair. Her eyes never diverted from his every step of the way.

They hadn’t been together for very long, but he and Brianna learned quickly how to set the mood for sex. She knew what got him going. He knew what turned her on. He had every intention of maximizing his intimate knowledge. For his lover, she deserved nothing less.

“I’m ready,” he told her.

“Mmm…so am I,” she said.

With more motivation than most teen lovers, Cal drew his love back up into his arms so that she was on top of him. From there, he rolled her over so that she was the one on her back. He then removed her panties and tossed them across the room, rendering her as naked as him.

Now hovering over her, her naked body glowing in the warm twilight, Cal looked at her with love and awe. If it hadn’t set in earlier, then it certainly set in now. He loved this woman. He loved her and he was going to make love to her.

“Cal…I want you. I want this,” Brianna said to him.

“I want it too,” he said to her, already breathing heavily.

“Then, please…take me.”

Rather than waste time putting his emotions into words, Cal let his actions once again do the talking. He followed the intense love and lust between them. She eagerly welcomed him into her intimate embrace, wrapping her legs around his waist while holding onto his shoulders. Their naked skin now touching, he aligned his hips with hers, the tip of his manhood rubbing against her moist folds.

With their eyes locked and so many wordless sentiments flowing between them, he thrust forward and entered her. As soon as he felt her hot, womanly depths embrace his masculine flesh, a more profound act unfolded.

“Cal…ohhh Cal!” Brianna gasped.

“Brianna…my sweet Brianna,” he replied.

The connection was complete.

The flow of passion commenced.

He and Brianna began making love.

He began working his body along hers, digging his knees and feet into the bed to help set that perfect sensual rhythm. It wasn’t too rough or too fast. He and Brianna weren’t that kind of couple. They learned quickly that they preferred a gentler, steadier form of sex. It was quality over quantity, making each thrust, touch, and gasp count. It gave harmony and spectacle to their love. For a moment like this, there was no need to push their bodies or their hearts.

As they settled into that balanced pace, they shared soft kisses and loving gestures. Brianna playfully tickled his shoulder while nibbling on his lower lip. She knew he liked that. He squeezed her butt and caressed her face. He knew she loved that too. They went the extra mile in making their sex special, giving every blissful sensation greater meaning.

That involved more than just standard missionary style sex. Brianna usually let him set the tone, trusting him to get those sensual feelings going. Then, she stepped in and shared in the effort. They mixed things up, orienting and arranging their bodies in various intimate configurations.

For a while, she was on top, working her hips and riding him like a sex goddess from Heaven. After that, he laid her on her side, making love to her at a different angle that helped her show off her flexibility. They made the most of his undersized bed, moving and working their naked bodies in an intimate heat. It was as though they were capturing that last bit of summer heat. Based on the sweat they’d worked up, it was safe to say they succeeded.

“We’re doing it. We’re really…really doing it,” Cal said in the heat of the moment.

His impassioned words went beyond the sex. He and Brianna weren’t just making love. They were completing a journey that started at the beginning of the summer came into focus. While another one awaited them, it was a journey worth celebrating.

“Cal…I’m close,” Brianna said as the heat and the passion prepared to culminate. “I’m really…really close.”

“So am I,” he said, his voice laced with masculine grit.

“Let’s share this…together.”

“Together.”

As he and Brianna neared their final peak, they found themselves in the center of his bed. They were each in an upright position, their naked skin glowing under the light of the setting sun. She clung to his neck while rocking her hips with his, her throbbing womanhood slithering along his manly length. He clung to her hips, bracing himself for that coming release. He could tell she was close too.

The way her expression shifted and her body trembled made it clear. She was about to come. They were going to take a dip in that special ocean of ecstasy and they were going to dive in together. It was a challenge, coordinating their bodies and passions in just the right way. For a couple horny teenagers, it was next to impossible. For him and Brianna, it came together perfectly.

“Oohhh Cal!”

“Brianna!”

In a moment that felt like the ultimate Labor Day celebration, they both climaxed. It was almost simultaneous. His dick throbbed and his lower body trembled under the weight of his release. Brianna dug her nails into his neck, arched her back, and curled her toes as she got hers.

A wave of ecstasy washed over them.

A culmination of passions came pouring out.

Together, they lingered in that moment, holding and caressing one another. He didn’t say a word and neither did she. Their eyes and gasps told the entire story of their blossoming love. What began as a summer romance had become so much more. While Labor Day meant their summer vacation was over, their love was just beginning.

Once the orgasmic fervor passed, their flesh parted and they fell back onto the bed together. Cal kept her in his arms while she curled up next to him, resting her head on his chest. As they panted heavily, their bodies trembling within their intimate embrace, he gazed into her eyes. In a moment that was an entire summer in the making, he made his feelings for known.

“I love you,” he told her.

“I love you too,” Brianna replied, casting him another beaming smile.

“This…was a summer to remember.”

“That, it was. And we capped it off with a hell of a Labor Day!”

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