Busted!

OK, it isn't quite the Marriot Hotel and the room service totally sucks, but the 'Bonnie and Clyde' sex is an exhilarating first for both of us. It's only a minor speeding violation, but when the small town sheriff locks us overnight in tiny adjoining cells, we are made to feel like the two infamous villains. You are rightfully unimpressed by our accommodations.

The jail cells may imprison us physically, but it cannot imprison our sexually telepathic minds. It takes some subliminal coaxing, but we soon find our naked bodies pressed together against the steel bars that divide us. It's been only an hour, but we ravage each other's flesh as if we just spent 25 years apart in solitary confinement...

Music to Cum By

The most amazing thing about you is your undying quest for sexual adventure. And this sudden opportunity in paradise, I first think, is off the charts sexy. We've enjoyed sex in a car, on a boat, even a hot air balloon. This would be different in both location and the unique pleasurable options presented to us.

We've enjoyed sex in small rooms and Presidential suites. This tiny beachfront love nest is unlike any other in which we have pleasured each other. But after hours of teasing and flirting on the beach, I cannot deny you this once-in-a-lifetime sexual adventure. In this room, you are meant to cum by the beat of the music...

Now That's Fore-Play!

We both love lots of foreplay, but this type of 'Fore-Play' could literally change the game of golf. As I would soon discover, golfing with you would prove to be a lot more fun than golfing with the boys. For starters, the guys don't play strip golf as you insist on doing this day. Your daring and bravado is arousing and I cannot resist your challenge.

By the eighth hole, we are naked and horny from our continual disrobing and teasing. Golf becomes secondary to our sexual gamesmanship. I drive our power cart up against the base of a weeping willow tree and we have our own secluded love nest. I am determined to fill your hole in one...