I get that you like to holiday down south. You like the way it looks. You like the way it smells. You want to get close to the source of my femininity, the secret of your dearest dreams.
I know you want to please the natives. You want to hear me scream for more, arching into you as I dissolve into multi-orgasmic bliss. That’s really sweet of you.
I don’t mind if you visit. Stay as long as you want. I might read a book while you’re away down there, but that’s ok, isn’t it?
Of course, if the weather is windy, it might be better if you didn’t travel to those jungle-clad climes. Nobody wants to get caught in a tropical hurricane, now do they.
But to me, your soft, wet kisses and puppy-like lappings are of no particular interest. Imagine, if you will, the woman of your dreams expending her most passionate efforts exploring, say, the back of your right knee. Well, that’s how it is for me. I’m sorry. I wish it weren’t so, for your sake – I know how you love that knee – but there it is.
It’s not that I’m frigid, far from it. It’s just that cunnilingus doesn’t do it for me. I don’t want you to cruise down south on a wet raft, singing Caribbean love songs. I want to be rammed by an ocean liner at full speed, or at the very least, a flotilla of Royal Navy corvettes.
But I appreciate the thought.
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Ok Rose, going south of the border, well you’ve stunned me again!!! Honesty with vivid imagery, very interesting, there would be a lot of guys who, if they were totally honest, would also prefer the pounding of a hard metal route to the road that leads down to sometimes odorous wooded wetland of the lower regions!
Capt. Savage
Well then, I guess that when I want to go diving south of the border, it will be scuba diving off the coast of the Yucatan peninsula of Mexico, in the warm and tropical waters of the Caribbean; my long time undersea lover who never disappoints me when I visit her while diving.
But every diver needs a dive buddy, and after the scuba diving is done for the day, and the tropical night is still often hot, humid and moist, I’ll continue diving south of her border, but first I’ll draw the blinds…
Hey, different strokes for different folks, and it’s all good if it’s mutually good for those sharing the experience. But yes, ramming speed can be quite thrilling, with the marine engine driving a rapid fire piston rod pumping of the well lubricated chamber, resulting in the repeated sparks and explosions of hot and very heated combustion.
that made me laugh out loud. I refuse to say lol though!
Down south is always a pleasurable one *smiles*
Each driver knows his vessel. On that trip, I believe it is sweetest when driven fast. But then, pattern and rhythm of the vessel and waves as well makes the trip unforgettable.
Enjoyed this, really.
thanks a heap, kilobrush. I keep getting told that an expert captain can make the voyage down south unforgettable – but so far, it’s been a bit of a yawn, mostly.
I need to get some brochures from your travel agent.
That sounds like so much more fun than disney!
Well, probably not for the kids. But I should think most married men like yourself have visited the deep south often enough to know all about it.
In our case, fortunately both of us enjoy some time in the southern climes.
All good!
Wow! This was one of the most imaginative posts I’ve ever read!
Never mind the subject matter, you blew me away with your mad skills. I hope you find the perfect sexual program to suit your needs…