Sensual Sexual Romance: Doing It with Your Mind

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© 2013 by Deni Rome. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 12/18/2012

ISBN: 978-1-4772-9810-7 (sc)

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Contents

Stories

Sexy Lingerie

Platonic Love

Passion ~ Purple

Hedo

Long Distance Love

Big Black, and Sexy

White Chocolate

Hot

Daydream Fantasy

Shhhhh Don’t Tell

Nightstick

Happy Birthday

Poetry

Silky Soft and Smooth

Simply Put

Can I Get a Breast?

Trip to Paradise

The Color of Love

Whatever You Like

Six Minutes

Close But Far, Far But Close

BBS

Sweetness

Cool Me Off

Don’t Wake Me Up

Secrets Out Loud

It’s All You

My First Time

Silky Soft and Smooth

I love sexy lingerie, the way it feels next to my body

Barely covering my lovely sexual self, wondering what’s underneath

Silky, soft and smooth, seeing through to pure sweetness

Gently flowing from my body, lightly touching my lovely curves

Caressing me, loving the sensual feeling I have when I wear it

Thin and sheer leading my imagination to seduction

Causing naughty, nasty, delicious thoughts

Transforming me into a sultry temptress

Like a whisper in your ear telling you ~ love me

Sensual, Sexual, Romance

Sexy Lingerie

L ana decided to go shopping to look for a new pair of jeans. When she got to the store, she spotted the jeans, which were neatly stacked along the wall with the size on the bottom shelf. She flipped through a few pair, looking for the style she wanted, and took out a couple and headed toward the dressing room. Working her way between the racks of clothes and displays, something caught her eye. It was the lingerie section with bras, panties, teddies, gowns, matching sets, and even furry slippers. Her eyes started beaming, as she loved sexy lingerie. Lana kept telling herself, No, keep going. I’m here to buy jeans . She couldn’t help it; her eyes were fixed on the mannequin that had on a velvet teddy with spaghetti straps. Lana continued walking and made her way to the dressing room, laid her purse down, kicked off her shoes, and took off her pants to try on the first pair.

She stepped into them, pulling each side up her thighs and over her rump, and zipped up. She twisted and turned, checking herself out in the mirror. She didn’t like the way they fit, because they didn’t cover up her butt enough. She would have had the plumber’s butt crack for sure. She immediately took them off, tossed them on the bench, and proceeded to step into the next pair. Not bad, she thought; her butt had a nice roundness. She rubbed her hands over her ass and pulled up on her cheeks before sliding her hands on her hips. She pulled them a little higher on her waist and could feel the center of the seam of the pants rub against her; she got a little tingle. Lana couldn’t believe she was getting a little excited from trying on the pants. She hurried up to change and didn’t bother trying on the third pair. She was going to buy the pair she just took off. Actually, Lana’s mind was on the velvet teddy that was begging to be bought. She needed something new to add to her collection, and it didn’t take much convincing. All she was thinking was who would have the pleasure of seeing her in this one… Mr. Jones is the winner!

Lana is a rather pleasingly plump woman who is single and sensual, and she loves sexy lingerie. She doesn’t have a problem with her body, but sometimes when she shops for a new piece to add to her collection, she feels a bit uneasy as if it’s too revealing, thinking maybe it’s a little too much. To get over that feeling, Lana transforms her thoughts into a sultry temptress. Shaking it off and having no fear. She got a lot of play and men loved her. They were even drawn to her style; if it was for one night, they wanted to sample her.

Her main lover is Mr. Jones. She referred to him by his last name because they weren’t exclusive and didn’t see each other that much. Mr. Jones wanted more of a relationship, but Lana wanted to keep her options open and not be tied down to just one lover, even though she loved having sex with him. Between his visits she would sometimes have an occasional one-night stand.

She got dressed and went over to the lingerie section to find the teddy in her size. She slid those hangers one by one until she found one. She held it up, turned it around, and imagined everything from the jewelry she wanted to wear with it to how she should wear her hair when she had it on. It was black velvet with spaghetti straps, three velvet-covered buttons down the front and scalloped around the cleavage. The back of the teddy had a deep plunge to show off her sexy back with sheer fabric.

Mr. Jones is the type of brother who is somewhat militant, going against the grain, at least that’s the way he carried himself. He didn’t eat pork, saying he wasn’t messing with swine. But he will smoke a joint and preach to you about the social ills of society. He’s a very sexy man, with a warm medium-brown complexion, not very tall, and bald with a thick mustache. It was something about that mustache that made you think, I bet it tickles when he’s doing certain things to you. It was as if he was hiding his skills behind it. Yeah, he was. He’s an excellent lover who loves having sex with Lana.

There were three different nights that stood out the most for her…

One Night: One late night, Lana and Mr. Jones were walking around downtown, checking out the monuments, when all of a sudden he wanted to make love right there near one of the statues. She just happened to have a dress on. It was a mint green halter top sundress that gathered at the waist and poufed out. They walked over one of the steam grates, and the wind from the subway blew her dress up. Lana knew it thrilled him. He took her by the hand, peeked around the huge base of the statue, and rubbed his hands under her dress, feeling her jiggly cheeks. Her curvaceous body turned him on. He loved a plus size woman. Lana heard the stories from a few men as to why they favored a woman like her; hearing the reasons did a little something to her self-esteem… in a good way.

When the wind blew her dress up, he got a good look at Lana’s panties, which resembled fishnet stockings. A little breezy but it felt good with her hairs peeking out in various places. Mr. Jones lifted her dress up and just stared at Lana’s near nakedness. He didn’t say a word as he massaged her love without having to pull down her panties. He had easy access sliding his fingers between her legs. The holes on Lana’s panties were large enough for her to feel the pressure from his fingertips. While he was rubbing, he would slightly spread his fingers, trying to get her to either open her legs more or to squat a little so that he could get a better feel. She scooted down a little.

Yeah, right there, he said. How does that feel?

Ah, ah! she moaned.

Whew! Lana was feeling real good and wanted to have sex. He loved giving her pleasure and she didn’t even have to give him a blow job or anything. Mr. Jones always told her that satisfying her was his main goal.

"Lana, I want to make you feel good!"

She was nervous about being out there, thinking they were going to get caught by someone watching them, but it was thrilling nonetheless. She held him close to her chest, thinking, if somebody saw them, they would just think they were in a passionate embrace.

She closed her eyes and let him do what came natural. He took his time, slowly massaging her hot box, and it felt so good. She was getting wet but the panties she had on didn’t capture the flow of what was happening between her legs. He could feel her lips were slippery as he slid his fingers under the leg of her panties to fully stroke her engorged love. His fingers were coated from her sticky love juice. He then rubbed his mustache with his wet fingers so he could inhale her sex scent all night. It felt and smelled good to him. He whispered in her ear, Lana, I want you right now.

With the way she was feeling, she wanted him too. She was so scared and thrilled at the same time, thinking she was getting ready to have sex out in the open. The thrill of possibly being caught excited her. Mr. Jones looked around to check their surroundings, making sure the coast was clear of any police that may be walking around.

She leaned her upper back against the base of the statue while she extended her body toward him, opening her legs wide enough so he could maneuver his head the way she wanted him to. He knelt down in front of her, lifted her dress, and wrapped his arms around her hips. Mr. Jones buried his head between her legs and licked Lana’s goodies. He didn’t have to pull down her panties or anything. He just worked his tongue within the holes of her panties. She wanted to hold him close to her, but being weak in the knees, she needed to brace herself against the statue; she could feel she was about to have an eruption. He couldn’t take it any longer and pulled her panties to the side, parted her folds, and licked Lana’s most sensitive spot. He worked his tongue slowly, with her nearly begging for a little more speed. She was so wet that he sucked up her excess flow. Mr. Jones held his mouth still while she quivered uncontrollably right on his lips. It was like they were kissing but his lips were on her sex lips. Lana bit her bottom lip to hold in her excitement. She had multiple orgasms before Mr. Jones came up for air.

Another Night: Mr. Jones loved seeing Lana in sexy lingerie, but tonight she wanted to do something a little different. When he came to pick her up, he immediately noticed her hair. Lana decided to go natural—okay, not really—but when she washed her hair, she used the blue bergamot hair grease and platted it and then rolled the plats. Yeah, that’s right; she went old school and platted her hair. When she took it out, she was sportin’ a curly bush.

They went to his place, and he served her pineapple juice in a wine glass while Lana stood on the patio, enjoying the peaceful setting. Mr. Jones excused himself to turn on the music. It was jazz but different from what she normally listened to. You could hear wolves howling, water from waterfalls, and trees blowing in the wind, infused with smooth jazz. She had no idea where he got that type of music, but she really liked it. When Mr. Jones got back, he lit up a joint and didn’t bother to offer her some because that’s not her thing. She’s a social drinker and don’t indulge in anything stronger than that.

He walked up behind her and rubbed his hand in Lana’s hair, messing it up but she didn’t care. He grabbed a hand full of hair, slightly turned her head, and kissed the side of Lana’s neck, back up to her lips, and worked his tongue down her neck and then in her ear. He loved sticking his tongue in whatever spot that turned him on at that moment. Lana always had issues with him doing that, but if he liked it, then she allowed him to enjoy himself.

Mr. Jones always told Lana he wanted her as natural as possible and loved the way she smelled without covering up her natural body scent with bath gels, deodorants, lotions, or perfumes. He wanted her to come straight up sweaty, salty, and natural; that’s the way he liked it, animalistic. The only thing he agreed on, if she felt she needed to have something, was Egyptian musk oil.

Anyway, he was ready to enjoy her. When they got to his room, he lit candles and placed them all over the dresser and chest. It seems the animal had a bit of a sensual side to him.

What sexy piece of lingerie did you bring this time? he asked.

She just raised her eyebrows and smiled.

Why don’t you undress me and find out?

He wasn’t expecting her to already have on what she was going to wear for the night. Normally, he liked to see it on a hanger or in a beautifully wrapped gift box. He wants to feel the softness of the material and imagine her in it before she put it on. He enjoyed watching her get ready for him, but tonight, all he needed to do was undress her.

On this night, she wore a sweat suit and sneakers. It was not her usual style. Lana figured if he wanted her to be natural, then she would discard all the fluff and be comfortable.

What do you have on under there? he said.

Mr. Jones reached under her t-shirt to feel her breasts. He squeezed, rubbed, and kneaded them. He always gave each breast the same amount of attention. He was so concentrated on what he was doing that he didn’t realize Lana didn’t have a bra on. She raised her arms in the air while he pulled her shirt up and over, tossing it on the bed. His eyes lit up from seeing her large full breasts staring at him. When he turned a certain way, Lana could see a faint sparkle bouncing off his hazel eyes from the three gold chains she had on, each a different length. He played with her breasts, rubbing his hand over Lana’s nipples, getting them firm enough for him to suck on. It felt good to her while she watched him enjoy himself. Mr. Jones asked her to lay on the bed while he caressed her breasts. He knew what she like and wanted to make sure she was fully satisfied in every way.

She raised her knees to the air before letting them relax to the side. Lana opened and closed her legs a couple of times, trying to let him know she was ready for him to remove her pants.

Relax, he said, we have all night.

You see, that was her problem: she tried to be patient but knew what she was gonna get and just couldn’t wait. She loved it when he dragged it out but couldn’t help it.

Lana put a great deal of thought in how she wanted to present herself to Mr. Jones tonight. He put his hands on each side of her waistband so she could raise her hips off the bed while he pulled her pants off. The puzzled look on his face had him wondering. Mr. Jones didn’t see a sexy gown, bra, panties, teddy, thong, or anything. What he saw was a waist chain with a heart-shaped charm dangling above her sweetness, an anklet, earrings, bracelets, and a toe ring on her unpolished toe. Lana came to bed with nothing on but jewelry and a smile—natural.

He always said he wanted her to be as natural as possible. He didn’t like all the fluff but he did like sexy lingerie, especially if it was made of silk or cotton. It could be hard to find something sexy made of cotton, so trying to come up with something different was a challenge. Lana figured if she had on gold, silver, and diamonds, it represented natural elements from the earth. He loved the concept once she explained.

Mr. Jones marveled at her body. The look he gave her was intoxicating. With him, she was not ashamed to let it all hang out. Lana lay on the bed while he took his sweet time to enjoy her entire body. He gave her a sensual massage with body oil, rubbing from her shoulders down her arms to her hands, sliding his fingers between her fingers. He poured more oil in his hands, rubbing her breasts in a circular motion with her nipples sliding to the crease of his hand. He held the oil high and let it drip on her stomach and thighs and then rubbed it in. He always liked teasing her by waiting to slide his hand between her legs. By the time he got down to her calves and feet, Lana had a couple mini orgasms.

Mr. Jones slowly made love to her… up and down… in and out. He had so much control of his stamina, the intensity built, causing him to sweat, which started dripping from his body. Lana could taste his salty sweat in her mouth when she let out her sexual sounds. She reached up to wipe his face while he continued his slow grind. Lana thought. Damn, he’s a good lover.

And Yet Another Night: Every now and then, Mr. Jones would get them a room at a motel. They would spend the night and leave early in the morning, like they were sneaking around; it made things exciting. It was something about making love somewhere other than either of their places.

On this particular night, Lana was ready with the black velvet number she bought a few weeks ago. When they got to the motel, he fired up a joint and was getting nice before they had sex. While he was leaning against the pillows, enjoying his blow, Lana decided to take a shower and get ready for their hot and steamy night.

Where are you going? he asked.

To take a shower, she said.

You don’t have to do that.

Lana felt a little uncomfortable. She never wanted to get next to any man without bathing first. She knew it sometimes took the fun out of the spontaneity, but she just had to.

I like the natural smells of your body, he said. It turns me on.

With the way he was looking in her eyes, she could feel he meant every word.

I want to watch you change into something sexy for me right here.

He took another puff of his joint and blew the smoke in her direction. Lana was catching a contact high, and it was starting to relax her and take the slight tension off she had from not being able to take a shower. Mr. Jones always made her feel comfortable about all her curves.

With his sensual voice, he said, Go ahead and take off your clothes. While you’re at it, give me a little something.

She knew he wanted her to shoot him a seductive look or touch herself. Standing near the bed, Lana unbuttoned her pants, turned around, slightly hunched her back so her ass would poke out, and slowly pulled down her pants, giving him a full view of her ass. She crossed her hands in front of her, holding the bottom of her top, and raised it over