What is your favorite way to be kissed?
1. French kissed!
2. Passionately with a little tounge.
3. Long and passionate.
4. Slow, gentle and sensous.
5. Unexpectedly, preferably in the middle of a sentence or similar type of situation.
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What is your favorite way to be kissed?
1. French kissed!
2. Passionately with a little tounge.
3. Long and passionate.
4. Slow, gentle and sensous.
5. Unexpectedly, preferably in the middle of a sentence or similar type of situation.
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A "Kissable" Surprise
I was in a "romantic idea" mood and decided that I wanted to surprise my boyfriend with something while he was at work. I get done an hour earlier than he does, so I drove over to his work and put Hershey kisses all over his car! I left before he came out so I couldn't see the reaction on his face, but said it was absolutely the sweetest thing any body has ever done for him!
--submitted by Anonymous
A Dollar for Your Smile
One night I called my boyfriend up at work and found out that he was having a bad night. Trying to think of a way to make him smile, but lacking money, I pulled out a dollar and wrote in big block letters “SMILE” and laminated it. I drove up to his job and placed it on his truck, so when he got off work he would instantly smile!
--submitted by Candi
A Single Rose
My girlfriend and I work in the same office, on the graveyard shift. Nobody else at work knows we are a couple. One night I bought a single rose at the local supermarket on my way in to work, and kept it in my car in a bottle of bottled water during our shift. About an hour before quitting time, I snuck out and put it on her windshield. It got a beautiful response.
--submitted by Roger
A Work Surprise
My boyfriend and I lived together so it was kind of hard to surprise him, but I had told him the night before that my department at work wanted to have a staff meeting at 7am. So I left the house that morning at 6:30am and drove over to his office. At his office you had to have a card to get into the building. (I stole his from his briefcase!) I decorated his cubical with a banner saying, “I love you.” I put confetti kisses and hearts and “X and O’s” all over his desk, chair and the floor. I then put a stuffed animal caterpillar on his Monitor that said “ I love you” on the body. And then I left him a card on his keyboard. I was so nervous that he would get there early since I woke up early. But, I got to work and he called me about 45 minutes later and was so surprised and he loved that I went through all that trouble. And it all only cost me under $20. Oh, and I left his access card on his desk saying, “Thanks!”
--submitted by Stephanie
After Work Balloon Surprise
My girlfriend works nights and I work days, so it is kind of hard for us to spend a lot of time together. I wanted to surprise her, so what I did one night was I wrote down all the things I love about her. Then I got a bunch of balloons. On each balloon I wrote different reasons of what I loved about her. Then I went to her work and placed all of the balloons in her car for her to see when she got off work. I must have blown up about 40 of them. She loved it!! She thanked me and said it was one of a kind.
--submitted by Gene
After Work Surprise II
I took a Chinese box decorated with hearts that I bought at a hobby/craft store and put Hershey's Valentine Kisses in it. I bought a heart with a key that read, "He who holds the key can unlock my heart" and placed the key at the bottom underneath the kisses, and kept the heart with me. Then I wrote a poem on a little pink heart made out of paper saying, "Between the kisses you will find the key to unlock the greatest treasure of all time. Come to me, my Love, and see the treasure you are seeking." I placed that in his truck, while he was at work, and also placed valentine stickers all over his windows on his truck. I included a gigantic card in his truck along with balloons that I blew up myself (earlier that day). There were balloons everywhere! He loved it.
--submitted by Alia
Bad Day Box
I live in Boston and my boyfriend goes to school in North Carolina, so I wanted to send him a little something that he'd never think of getting from me. I went to a craft store and bought a small wooden box ($1) that looked like a little treasure chest. I painted it his favorite color and wrote on top "Jonathan's Bad Day Box". Inside I put a Hershey's hug and a Kiss and a note that said when you're having a bad day or just feeling blue open up your bad day box and there will always be a hug and kiss for you. I also sent a bag of "refills".
--submitted by Emily
Balloon Love Note
I did this for my boyfriend just after we started going together. I got a plain balloon and wrote a little love note on a small piece of romantic paper. I put it in the balloon then filled it with helium! I tied it to his antenna while he was at work because he LOVES getting attention!
--submitted by Becca
Blast 'em with Love!
My boyfriend was at work one night, and I somehow managed to snag his car keys. I went to his truck and put in a CD I had made with our song and some other love songs on it. I set the volume and CD so that when he turned on his truck, the stereo would blast our song right at the beginning. I attached a little note on the steering wheel saying "I love you!"
--submitted by Becka
Boyfriend Appreciation Day
My boyfriend (now husband) always took great strides to make me feel happy and loved. He has always been there for me, and I wanted to honor him in a special way, so I created a "Boyfriend Appreciation Day." I started the day early by picking him up breakfast and delivering it too his work. I then had a basket of toys and treats delivered to his office (silly putty, race cars, cookies, etc.) with a big sign on it that said "Boyfriend Appreciation Day." I called him several times to see how he was doing and to tell him that I loved him. I then made a special dinner that night. All of his friends were jealous and it made him feel really loved and special.
--submitted by Tammie
What would you do if you had one last night to share hot, steamy, passionate love with that special someone? If you only had one night to show them that they were all you needed in your life? This is my story of that one night…
It had been too long since I last touched his warm, smooth skin, smelled his scent, and tasted his flesh. Now that I had him here with me, I wanted to take my time and memorize every inch of him. I wondered if he had any idea what he did to me? What I felt whenever I saw the smallest part of his flesh? Snickering wickedly inside I thought…after tonight he would.
I get the most electrifying thrill that runs through me whenever I catch a glimpse of his stomach as his shirt raises; a deep wantonly ache whenever I stare at his manly bulge; and an ungodly desire that fills me when I catch him staring at my chest.
Simply put -- I love his body. I love touching it, caressing it, licking it, and tasting it. I love the smell, the heat, and the texture. So that is where I decided to start.
I slowly removed his clothes, piece by piece, revealing his ridiculously sexy body to me. In a way, I was unwrapping him, open and bare to my gaze. I had him lie on the bed and put his hands behind his head and keep them there. No matter what I did, no matter how badly he may have wanted to move them, he had to keep them there or I would stop. I wanted to take my time to discover and explore without any interruptions.
After arranging him on the bed, I slowly removed my clothing, letting his hungry gaze take in my naked flesh. I began my worship of his body at his forehead, softly pressing my lips to his brow, kissing gently, before moving down. I was imprinting the shape of his eyes, the curve of his cheek, and the steel of his jaw.
Slowly, I traced the shape of his mouth with my tongue before teasingly dangerously between his lips. I ran the tip of my tongue across his teeth, tracing the contours before slowly sliding my tongue into his mouth. I kissed him deeply, rubbing my tongue against his, thrusting my tongue in and out. The kiss turned ravenous with want, need, and desire.
Before I lost my head, however, I pulled back, sucking on his bottom lip and looked into his passion-glazed eyes. Oh yes, he wanted this too and it was driving him crazy to let me be in control.
I tortured him a little more with my tongue by licking a path from his neck to his shoulder. I could tell he was getting more excited by his never-ending groans. When I reached the point where his neck meets his shoulder, I lightly bit him -- taking his skin between my teeth, and giving him my mark. I felt him gasp as I did this, his organ hardening with the excitement.
At this point, I pushed his legs apart and knelt between them so that I could explore the rest of his body. My breasts pressed lightly against his chest, my nipples grazing his as I moved over him. I moved down from his throat, across his chest, licking and sucking on his flesh. I kissed my way across to his nipple, where I circled it with my tongue, arousing it, running my tongue across the flat top, making it sensitive, before sucking it into my mouth. I took it lightly between my teeth, biting gently, rolling it between my lips. With one final swipe of my tongue, I then moved to the other nipple, giving it the exact same attention as the first.
I moved down his body, kissing my way down across his stomach, abdomen, and settled my legs around him; wedging him between them as I sucked and licked the flesh around his navel, dipping my tongue into it. He flexed as my breasts pressed against him, rubbing him as his hips arched.
Noticing he was enjoying this a little too much, I pulled away and continued my journey downward. I bypassed his groin, instead kissing and sucking my way down his legs. I made my way down his thigh, past his knee, along his calf, leaving a trail from my tongue. I then repeat this on his other leg in the opposite direction.
While I did this, I noticed he was glistening a little as his body was preparing for what was to come. Not finished with my examination, I settled between his thighs and lightly dragged my nails along the skin of his inner thighs before reaching his scrotum area. I took his precious jewels in one hand, lightly and slowly massaging them. I then wrapped my other hand around the base of his quivering member, holding it, squeezing it as I leaned over and slowly licked all around the head, finding every drop of his essence that my hand had missed. I licked up and down, swiping my tongue over his slit, before slowly sliding him into my mouth. I wrapped my lips around him, closed my eyes and just savored him for a moment. I had no idea how long this memory had to last, so I was going to milk I for all it was worth.
However, my night went a little differently than I had planned. He could no longer stay restrained and decided to do a little turning of the tables. I can’t say I didn’t enjoy every second of this little payback. When neither of us could stand it any longer we joined in the most intense session of lovemaking I’d ever had, culminating at the peak of the most amazing orgasm either of had ever experienced. I was certainly what I had planned…a night neither of us would ever forget.
The first time… what a magical moment it is.
In my dream of our first time, I picture that I arrive before you, preparing the room in anticipation for the much-awaited first union of our souls. I place cherry & vanilla candles throughout the room, creating a path of halos to light your way to me. A fire burns strongly in the stone fireplace, the smell of cedar filling the air. I put in a CD of Kenny G. The soft sultry sounds of a sax fill my head, the music dancing with my soul. I draw a bath to relax my nerves before your arrival. As I undress the steam in the room caresses my body, a sheen of sweat beads on my forehead. I pull my hair up and climb into the sunken tub. The white fluffy bubbles envelope me and the fragrance of Rafinee fills the air. The candles cast a comforting glow on the walls as I begin to unwind from the days work. I lay back, my eyes closed, letting the music transport me to another place. Time passes and with it the day's troubles fall like aged leaves on a tree. I am startled by a knock on the door.
"Are you ever coming out, or do you plan to spend the whole night in the tub?" You whisper jokingly. Then your voice turns serious. "Are you scared, baby?"
I am unsure how to answer. We have never made love, not in all the time that we have known each other. Yes, I suppose I am a little scared. But I am excited, too. I trust you with everything that I have. Since I have met you I have become so much stronger in my self-esteem. I no longer look into the mirror and see an ugly little girl who has been cast aside to many times to count. I now see a very strong woman who accepts her looks and the toll that life has taken on her with pride and a sense of accomplishment for having survived. You have made everything all right. In your arms I will be safe for whatever lay ahead.
The sound of the door opening fills me with anticipation. You enter, clothed only in your pants, and come over to the side of the tub, sitting on a wide cushioned stool. My fears evaporate as I gaze at you. You pick up a washcloth from a small shelf over the rub, filling it with soapy water, and begin to run it from my toes up to my thighs. A sigh of contentment escapes from my lips.
"I am too happy to be scared." I whisper.
You begin to run the washcloth over my shoulders and down my chest. You dip the cloth back into the water, and then ease it over each soapy breast, until my nipples become taunt. I find myself sinking lower into the tub and widening the space between my legs as the washcloth makes its way over the tops of my thighs down inside to the place between them. Caressing, kneading, you rub the cloth over my mound, then more intensely over my pubic lips. Increasing the weight of your hand on the cloth, you do not rush, but just continue to exert an even pressure, over and over, until I feel I will explode. The pressure is too much and my legs tighten around your hand as you bring me to a blinding climax.
After you feel my release, you stand and lift a large white towel next to you. My body is still shuddering as you lift me out of the tub and wrap me in the towel. You lead me to the bedroom, drying me in your arms as you walk. I feel like a baby, like a woman, like a seductress and a powerless child all at the same time as you place me gently on the king-sized bed. I watch as you remove your pants, and see that you are already aroused as you lay down on top of me, kissing my neck, my lips, my breasts in your urgency.
I feel excited all over again, not at all fearful when I entreat you to come inside me. When you do, lifting yourself up slightly as you guide your penis into me, I fell a moment of tightening, quickly followed by a rising joy unlike any sensation I have ever known. You move slowly, expertly leading me towards ecstasy with your long, slow thrusts. As you feel me begin to peak, you jam yourself up hard inside me, filling my body completely, making me cry out.
As I let go, I feel every demon of my past go too. I finally believe myself to be the beautiful woman, which you keep telling me that I am, healthy, vibrant, and strong... and happy, so very happy.
The hours which follow are just as memorable for you as they are for me. It was so exciting. The time you have spent teaching me to make love to you, as you would like is electrifying. Despite your sexual expertise, this remains the purest pleasure as we luxuriate in exploring each other's wants, needs, and desires, creating a reality from the dreams which we have both had in the past. And I have shown just how passionate I can be, more passionate than you would have guessed. All my timidness has been thrown to the wind. You are amazed at how turned on you are by how thoroughly I adore you and want to please you as well as being pleased.
Hours later we lay wrapped in each other's arms, exhausted and content, a feeling of completeness and oneness surrounding us. The moonlight streams in through the window, lace curtains fashioning the light into golden stripes across the foot of the bed. Your hand brushes mine, your other stroking the side of my face. As your mouth comes down over mine, I cannot protect myself from the feelings, which you provoke in me. Your lips are soft at first, gently exploring my mouth yet again. I find myself all too willing, my arms winding around your neck, my breasts arching to your chest. Over and over you amaze me, as you awaken feelings, which I thought I could not feel ever again. I close my eyes as your mouth engulfs my mouth, your tongue moves along my throat, my breasts, my stomach, evoking sensations of utter bliss. When you move your body over mine and enter me, I cling to you. My hands roam over your shoulders, your belly, and your arms.
How do you do this to me? How do you make all these wonderful feelings come alive in my body? How do you comfort my soul so? We fit together like two pieces of a puzzle in all that we do. We are matched in drive and passion for what we want out of life. We believe in the same things.