I choose guy 7. He kisses her on her lips and to her surprise realizes he has returned from a trip from the Bahamas after helping survivors of hurricane Dorian that kept them apart for months.
They hold each other for a while before making passionate love before falling asleep in each other's arms.
Awww I love it. You rock.
Thank you 😋
I chose guy number 1, although number 7 was close behind.
As for what happened... well, the best things are the ones you can't tell anyone about 😉 but I'm gonna leave this pic here to talk for itself... 😇
I agree with you 100%. Thanks for writing, BlackRose. You classed up the joint.
Beautiful
Thank you both! And thanks for the MHO @AmandaYVR ☺
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my first reaction without seeing the guy pics was... she wakes up in a flutter, throws clothes on as she realizes she's late for some event.
I KNOW you have your own fantasies, this situation, with some guy, maybe one of the ones in the pictures you posted.
Are they the ones that will really give you the joy, the intimate feelings, the satisfaction, that you want, and need?
Society tells us that hot, pretty people are the best, but so often, they are horrific failures in relationships!!
Do you want the lover that takes the time to get to know you, just loving taking the time to discover how you love to be touched, caressed, and loved? What if he isn't a super-hot guy, with a rock-hard body?
What if this guy just focuses on you, and you alone, and discovering your personal feelings, your most intimate places, and sharing the discovery, together, playfully, smiling, and laughing, and having a great time together?
Meh. I'm not a big fantasy person. Perhaps I'm too cerebral and not that imaginative. I'm creative but practical. Ah, all this cognitive dissonance. I am equally into words, as images. Well, maybe the words are the juicy bone, and the images are the marrow, which take less time to eat, but man, are they tasty. The black and white images are crunchy, the coloured ones are smooth, like the sun. I am a collector of things. One of those is images. I am much better describing something accurately, colourfully, maybe even at times colouring outside the lines, but not so much a thinking unbounded, out of pure fantasy. This image, I came across in my files, my treasure chest of a digital library, and the first thing I thought was, "Oh Gag members could make something of this." I think now, maybe, I shouldn't have added the guys. It threw you off, like a bit of mosquito repellent. The woman and scene was enough. And no, I chose for love. I chose a mind, and a personality, and ideologies, not a body. Our second conversation lasted 11 solid hours, on the phone... remember those, those things that used to be used for voice? It ended at 8am because we each had to go to work. These men are just images. Behind them are people, with everything that I described, but not the combination that I eventually chose. These models have thoughts, they have lives, they are people too. They may be rich and layered and have great depth too, besides their deliciously pleasing angles and curves. But you know and I know that they are ideals, crafted to appeal to many, their priorities have been focused on this, and they did it well, very well. Choose wisely, people. That's all I have to say. Your choices matter. You live with them for potentially a very long time. So make them a good one. cont'd...
I woke up this morning, and thought of this image. And I had a song in my head. And so began a short story... She woke up from a slumber. She had fallen asleep, waiting. Wanting. The softened, muffled sounds of routine activities could be heard from the bathroom. Christopher, Chris, was there, washing up, getting ready. Ready for her. She was groggy now, not so much as to be disoriented, but slightly fuzzy in the head and mind, in a good and pleasing sort of way. Now, a dream was coming back, fragments floating in, reforming, and dissolving, like puffy clouds. "I've been having dreams... jumping on a trampoline. Flipping in the air... I never land, just float there. As I'm looking up, suddenly the sky erupts. Flames alight the trees, spread to falling leaves... how am I so deep in love when I dream of dying..." cont'd...
"How was your trip, how was London?" she croaked, her voice low and craggy, but not forced. "It was good, same. You know... bustling, yet orderly. Lucked out with the weather. It only rained once, drizzle. Quite refreshing, actually. Good to be back though." And now he stepped out of the light and towards the darkness, where she lay, "Good to be back, with you" and slipped silently back to the light and what he was doing. The gentle sound of watering, spilling from the spout, once again.
Her body was waking up now. She thought of him inside her.
A twinge, a rush of chemicals raced up, from body to brain. She could feel the flush. And then the heat. She slipped off the sleep mask and squinted. "Are you coming? Come to beeed (she dragged). I need you. Now. You made me wait long enough." "Oh, have I? Well isn't someone impatient. Maybe someone needs to learn some impulse control. Tsk task, my silly rabbit." "You shut up. You know you like that about me. Got to take the bad with the good, Baby. That's how it works."
She started to shift now, her legs, smooth and soft from the warmth of the bed, rubbing against each other, not unlke a cricket. She was silent. And then, let out a soft, barely audible moan.
Anyone care to add on? Be my guest...
I've been havin' dreams
Jumpin' on a trampoline
Flippin' in the air
I never land, just float there
As I'm looking up
Suddenly the sky erupts
Flames alight the trees
Spread to fallin' leaves
Now they're right upon me
Wait if I'm on fire
How am I so deep in love?
When I dream of dying
I never feel so loved
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4h26oYuE2h0
What kind of lover do I want? This kind. A man who knows and understands this...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0BtMyn3x87w
I mean, in the bed, with the blindfold... Everything I could write that's coming to mind would be sexually themed haha.
I'm not sure which guy is in the room however all of them are incredibly sexy so she's lucky whichever one it is.
gay guy number 4 is in the room and he is waiting for sleeping beauty to fall asleep with her little eye pillow on before he can slip out and bang gay guy number 3 in a seedy bathroom
Lol. Uh, ok.
Guy #8
😂😂😂 yeah, and she's having a nightmare! Rofl
Just imagine what would he do to her 😂
No, don't make us! It will make my head feel funny...
Cmon man have some variety xD
Which guy is not important though, right? The story is.
Can't. Don't believe in destiny.
7 guy gang bang.
Booo. I knew someone would say that. I thought about specifying none of that. But eh. I see why you anon'd.
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