"How was it for you?" he said, as he slumped across her chest.
She said, "I can forget about the rest."
But she recalled, as passion fell, and roused hormones started diving that often travelling hopefully is better than arriving.
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In Budapest, the azure Danube flowed, a-stirring them with passion. This was the moment she’d waited for. Was he the one, she wondered as they tumbled into bed? He was different, persistent, and passionate. Was she finally in love…?
"How was it for you?" he said, as he slumped across her chest. She said, "I can forget about the rest." But she recalled, as passion fell, and roused hormones started diving that often travelling hopefully is better than arriving.
Pamela Kennedy
2/4/2021 08:45:35 am
What an interesting thought on intimate encounters..
Jennifer Duncan
2/4/2021 02:06:23 pm
Day to day is love is always more difficult to navigate than fresh passion. Her common sense is giving her a heads-up. Well done.
Sue Clayton
3/4/2021 05:14:43 am
Anticipation always outweighs the reality.
Mary Wallace
3/4/2021 03:24:31 pm
I have a friend who once said, "sex is highly overrated, I would rather eat an orange". Your story brought her to mind Fliss.😊
Fliss Zakaszewska
3/4/2021 06:41:00 pm
Thanks ladies, your comments are appreciated. Comments are closed.
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"Classic"
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