Missing Romance

There are a lot of things that I miss about my youth.  I miss having friends.  Being able to have several martini’s and still be able to fit in my size 8 jeans.  I miss staying up til 4 in the morning making love and feeling like I got 8 hours of sleep.

I miss calls at work to tell me to meet him at his place or mine, to have a small party on the stairs with only minutes to get back to work on time.  I miss late night calls of, “can I  come over”, and even though you were dog tired you knew the rest would be a bit more peaceful after a glass of wine and a fun visit.

As we get older and responsibilities set in, we forget that we need that raw interaction with someone.  We forget about the romance of late night calls and sexy emails.  We forget about the long message through Yahoo messenger when he cannot just mail it over.  Can you remember the last time that someone of the opposite sex treated you to a conversation as follows:

him: hi beautiful

her: hi there,

her: how are you?

him: good. And you?

her: I am good.  I was just ordering some food

him: you have me verry turned on

her: so if I were in *** right working from home, would you come over?

him: without a doubt

her: walk through my door push me bend me over the stairs and just take me

him: yesssss

him: what would you be wearing?

her: well it depends, since my boss can show up anytime during the day. probably a cute little dress that I could disguise as work clothing

her: i like stockings

her: and not black in case the door bell rings I would not want an evidence of what we were doing

him: mmmmm

her: I like thigh hi’s a lot

him: i like the feel of stockings rubbing against my skkin as i ***** you

him: watching your beautiful breasts bounce as i ****** you….

him: i love the way that you play with them as you are being pleasured

him: and the noises that you make…

her: I just love sex with someone who loves to have sex with me and is good

him: you telling me what to do to you….

her: moaning

him: writhing

him: taking my **** deep inside you….

him: begging for me

him: begging more and more of my ****

her: you like for me to tell you not to stop?

him: yeessss

him: I need you so much right now

her: come over.  I will be wearing stocking, we need to be quick I have to get back to work

him: leaving right now.  Be there is 25 minutes. Keep your promise.

 

Romance is about fun.   Should we give that up when we are married or older?