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The wind wafted up the valley carrying citrus and olive grove smells into the stone farmhouse. The cold stone floors seemed to hum with life, history and a certain joie da vie that I was unsure what to call in Italian. “La Bella Vita” didn’t seem to quite explain these feelings – sure it was “the Beautiful Life” but it was more than that. It was heaven. “Cielo!” Heaven.The decision, journey and last couple of weeks had been hectic and painful. It would take years to get over it all but right here, right now, at 6am watching the sun rise up the side of the valley and looking to you, the sun highlighting your curves as you sleep peacefully, I think back to last night. God! This is what it is all about. This is why we are here. I am intoxicated. I would do anything and everything you ask…rob a bank, run for President, fly…The city is only a few miles away. Beautiful, historic, fashionable. Those boutiques sing with gorgeous people, both male and female. The trattorias and piazzas awash with carefree socialites loving life, culture and the each other. Love was in the air. Love was always in the air in Italy. Central to the country this was the perfect location. Rome, Milan, vineyards, lakes and the ocean just a short drive away. Toscana, Umbria, Marche, Lazio, Abruzzi…the famous and beloved counties all within easy access. I loved it. I was born to be here. It made my soul hum with happiness…something I couldn’t explain but every neuron in my body vibrated. The sensation was enhanced because now you were here. At my side for a new adventure. My soul sung. I was eternally happy. I vibrated like I was high and I was…on you. Laying beside you in the dawn light I watch you sleep. Peaceful. Your smell wafts over me… and I inhale. Mixed with the aromas of the rough hewn countryside, I succour it in and float on it. I buzz on the day ahead and begin planning…thinking of the food, sights and wine we will enjoy. Breakfast overlooking Lago Trasimeno, watching the boats, the salty smell of the water and the strong waft of freshly pulled espresso. Shopping downtown Perguia, visiting the boutiques and buying secret things for the night ahead. Lunch in Piazza de la Novembre IV, people watching and enjoying only the best barolo on offer, accompanied with flat bread, olive tapenade, fresh market cheeses, dolce salami and pancetta. Dinner and overnight stay in a grand suite at Hotel Le Tres Vaselles, taking in the Umbrian Jazz festival and enjoying the oversized fireplace and luminous terrace overlooking the vineyard. The thrill and excitement of sharing this with you is an age in the making and every moment is so sweet that I tremble at the thought. To share these sights with you, never losing touch, always within arms reach and enjoying as the Italian males oogled over your beauty, it is so exciting. I brush your shoulder and you move to awaken. I wonder who will come to me first…will it be Clare Bear, shy, demure, delicate as a flower? Will it be Clur, funny as the day is long, full of fun and giggles and always so good to be around? Would it be Aurora, your alter ego? Queen of the Dawn and raging with passion, sexual tension and adventure? Or would it be Laydee Gaga? Sassy, sexy, outrageous? I loved these moments…the moment before the eyes open and the day begins. I stop and take it in. You smile and I know you are awake. The day is about to begin. I take the wide satin sash from her dressing gown. It is strong but light and smooth. Kneeling behind you on the bed, I heard you utter “Mmmmmmmmm”. If it was anticipation or remembering last night I didn’t know but it was a sound that stirs me every time. I see you smirk but keep your eyes clasped shut, playing along with the game, whatever that was to be. I wrap it gently around your head, covering your eyes and tying it firmly behind your head. Your smile is wide and wicked. I reach for the thick tie that is holding the luxurious curtains back from the window and use it to tie your hands behind your back. You gasp in pleasure at the idea, biting on your lip, obviously running the scenario through your mind. I lean over you, prone and tied up and whisper, “Let’s have some fun.” “Mmmmmm, yes please!”, you reply huskily. I throw back the light coverlet that we had used to fend off the evening chill and apprais your curves; arms tied behind your back and eyes shielded from what lay ahead. I breathe hotly on your shoulder and down your arm. You shiver. I brush my lips gently against your hips, eying the voluptuous form that is framed by a skimpy g-string: a delicate lovely fabric pink rose adorned the thong in the middle of your back, looking all the world out of place against the devious things running through my mind. I love the dichotomy of this moment. This beautiful woman, tied up, blindfold, with the morning sun streaming over her curves and this delicate little flower in the small of your back on this decadent sexy thong. “Don’t make me wait!”, you plead. “Oh come now!” I reply, “what’s the hurry?!” I snuggle up behind you, pushing my naked body into you, feeling skin on skin. Nuzzling my head against your neck and shoulder, Küçükyalı escort I nibbled an earlobe gently. My breathing quickens as I savor your smell and taste and I delight in this exsquisite woman laying beside me. I brush my hand along your shoulder and arm, tugging lightly on the tie to make sure it still hold. Your hands and fingernails grasp at my belly, my rising cock only inches below – you are obviously trying to reach it. I push my cock into the cleft of your ass, feeling the heat already there against the heat of my own. My hands seek out your breasts, the nipples standing proud and ready. Twisting one, I whisper in your ear, “Do you trust me?” “Yes”, you reply. I rub my hand down your back, tickling the pink flower and tugging at the thong, pulling it tight and up into your labia. You gasp as the fabric splits you and rubs against your anus. You push back into me and into the pull of the thong, arching your back. Your fingernails find the head of my cock and I gasp at the almost painful clutch. I pull the thong to one side and rubbed my fingers along your labia, lubricating them with your juices. You arch your back more, pushing your labia against my fingers, seeking my fingers with your core.Outside I hear the tinking bells that the sheep wear so they can be found and the barking of the dog that protects them. The farmhouse is remote, at the top of a hill in a sleepy valley of olive groves and citrus farms. The road leading to the house is rocky and steep, rutted by flooding water and requiring a firm foot on the accelerator pedal to ensure upward progress was made. The large steel gate is padlocked, a surprising inconvenience when coming to and fro, but providing a secure compound that is confidence inspiring this far into the countryside. The farmhouse is a converted barn with huge wooden doors that are converted to an entryway. Each window is shuttered with aged wood and locked from the inside. There is no glass panes and when open they provide an unhindered view to the valley below. I decided to test your boundaries… As I climb from the bed and you utter a disappointed groan, “Where are you going?!” You sound exasperated. “You are coming too”, I reply and pull you gently but firmly from the bed. Your hands are still bound behind you and your eyes blindfold with the satin dressing gown tie. I guide you to the open window, the view of the green fields, wild grasses, huge trees and olive groves impressive. I lean you against the window ledge and exposed your nakedness to the Italian countryside, dressed in only a skimpy thong. The light shines and glimmers on your skin, your breasts and nipples. The glittered body lotion you use sparkles and glints as you move. You feel the light breeze on your face and gasp, “I hope no-one can see!” “Of course not!” I reply, looking hastily around. I see only sheep and the countryside but I know that the occasional farmer or cross-country hiker could pass-by. I feel comfortable that it is safe. I push you against the cold stone walls, using your tied hands to leverage your chest down to the rock. I pull against your hips and and spread your legs apart so that I can see your core. This precious perfect little purse. I kneel behind you, running my hands on your buttocks and down the backs of your legs, perfectly toned. The goosebumps on your skin rise at my whispy touch and I lean closer to you. Gently I lick the labia. You jump at the touch but then sensing my hot breath and tongue you push back into my face, burying it in your core into me. My rough stubble grinds against your labia and I lap vigorously. I love how you taste, so sweet, like nectar. I run both hands over your rump as I lick you, feeling your encourgaging movements and groans. I take a moment to take this image in…savor it and etch in my memory for later. Your legs shudder and I feel your orgasm building. I insert two fingers into you, searching, pulsing them in and out. I continue to lick with my tongue but reach for the clit, hard and excited, timing the licks with my fingers. You let out a groan, “Oh god! Please don’t stop” But I have no plans to. I’m not sure if you can stay vertical when you come like this but we are about to find out. You lean against the cold stone window ledge, the window is wide open and the countryside is in front of you but you can’t see it because you are blindfolded. The sun dances off your shoulders and hair, heating the skin it contacts but the real heat is down below, on my tongue and fingers. You tense, standing on your tip toes, your whole body tensed as the moment of climax arrives and you fight it off, savoring that high, that moment right before the explosion. I continue to tongue and finger you, feeling your core grip and massage my fingers. Your clit is rock hard and I tongue it gently since it is hypersensitive. I want you to come on my face and am willing you to let go but wait patiently for the thrill. An image of my cock sliding into your labia pops into my mind and sends a shiver of anticipation to my own loins. My cock is hard, ready and waiting on his relief. Kartal escort bayan Finally the wave washes over you and you chatter uncontrollably as a powerful climax hits you. Your knees buckle and your legs shake but you prop yourself up with your cheek against the window ledge and ride out each sweet moment. I continue to lick and feel the waves grip your core and my fingers, the juices leaking onto my tongue and I lap it up greedily. Your scent hits me and I enjoy this sweet powerful exciting moment as your orgasm subsides. Italy, in late August, see’s a lot of sudden downpours, with unanticipated high winds, drop in temps and rain slashing horizontally. At this moment the heaven’s open with a thrust of wind, the temperature drops ten degrees and the rain pelts the pea-gravel driveway. I stand behind you, my cock inches from your labia, but looking out into this powerful weather I decide to keep testing your boundaries. “Let’s go outside”, I say. “But it’s raining!”, you exclaim. “I know. But this is mother nature’s power and how exciting to fuck in it”, I say. I pull you upright, and support you since your legs are still weak from the orgasm. I guide you out of the patio doors and onto the concerte patio. I place you against the window ledge now looking into the farmhouse and pull your perfect ass to me, pesenting it to the Italian countryside. My cock is bursting and the rain pelts off us strongly. It’s cold but we are hot. This is an animalistic moment and I grab at the tie biding your hands and immediately thrust deep inside you, growling loudly at the pleasure. I am overcome with desire and want and can barely contain myself. Inside you I feel your core grab and pulse on me, dripping wetness and searing heat. My balls slap against your clit as I pummel in and out forcefully, holding your hands and using them as leverage. You shout encouragement as the moment overtakes you. We care not about the weather, the rain, the wind, the temperature. We lose ourselves in this animalistic fucking. Heaving against each other. Yelling obsenities. Fucking like animals. I grab your shoulders and pull you to me, standing you up so your back is to my chest. My cock is inside you and your hands grasp at my groin, taking a handful of hair and pulling it. I turn your head to me and devour your mouth, loving the sensation of your hot tongue on mine and my cock inside you. This is heavenly. The powerful storm pounds the earth and we stand naked in it, copulating madly, eating and devouring one another. A thunderous roar emits from above shaking the ground. It only serves to push us further into ecstasy. Our bodies soaked in the cold rain yet wrapped in each other. We feel nothing but the heat, the skin, the wetness and the heat of each others core. I push you back to the ledge and continue to thrust in and out of you. A sensational climax is building and I focus intently on it, timing my rhythm with your pushing and picturing the moment of orgasm as I release inside you. A huge clap of thunder echoes through the valley as the rain continues its horizontal assault on our bodies. A lightning bolt lights up the sky as it were high noon on a blazingly sunny day and finally the storm passes over. The clouds break apart and let the sun’s rays start the drying cycle. Th feeling of the bright hot sun on our skins an amazing feeling after the heavy humid rain. I slow my thrusting, easing back from the moment of release and claiming control over my emotions once more. There was something to be said for sex without climax. Holding the release. Building the frustration. Building it for a later bigger release. I decide not to let it go and turn my attentions to your body, shimmering with rain, sparking in the sunlight. Your hair is soaked and sticking to you, you look wild and untamed. I stare in wonder at this gorgeous woman looking back over her shoulder at me, as we stand here in slow copulation outside the farmhouse. Finally I take my cock out of you and you look questioningly at me. I say, “Let’s build this climax all day with little teases and later when we get back to this it will be fantastic.” You nod, understanding but with a little pout. “Let’s shower and get moving”, I say, pulling you to me. We kiss passionately, rubbing our wet bodies together. My hand holds the back of your head and I devour you, savoring the taste of you on my tongue and the feel of your skin against mine. Inside we soap each others bodies slowly, lovingly. Caressing the skin and crevasses. We look deeply into each other eyes and with no words exchange understand each other completely. The emotions thick in the air. And while I ache for you sexually there is immense pleasure in touching, feeling, sensing, smelling and enjoying the closeness and feeling unencumbered by clothing. We dress in light airy fashionable clothing, linens and bright colors for the beautiful Italian places we have planned for the day. I inhale deeply the scent of your perfume knowing that it would be forever connected with you and no-one could ever wear it near me without making me think of you. Escort Suadiye In the car we enjoy an open window drive to Passignano, a lovely little historic town by Lago Trasimeno’s north shore, and stroll hand in hand through the stone streets. The buildings look aged and many are in disrepair but there’s a calm quiet about this town that relaxes the soul. We enter Del Pescatore located at the end of the pier jutting out into the lago and find it quietly busy for breakfast. People chatted and picked at their breakfast while sipping large espresso’s with heaps of sugar. Food was not an Italian breakfast but coffee and pastries were, lighter fare to bide one over until the real meal of the day, lunch, followed by the traditional siesta. We sat at a table by the large glass window which was cracked to let in the salty breeze and clucking of the seagulls who were far from the sea but found the lago a very acceptable alternative. The espresso was strong and hot and the pastries light and sugary. We enjoyed a long peaceful time chatting, people watching and playing footsie beneath the table, while many of the other patrons smiled broadly at the touriste who were obviously deeply in love. Italians love to be in love – and they love nothing more than to see people in love. Many men and women nodded their approval as we lightly brushed one anothers arms and hair. Never far from each others grasp. I was bursting to have you but I knew that this long morning and afternoon of teasing would only serve to make the sex much more intense later as the wanton that builds throughout the day to a tremendous coda finish. We saunter along Via Nationale looking in shop windows, oogling properties for sale and wonder aloud what it would be like to buy something here and run away from the world to this little piece of paradise. What would we do? Farm? Write? Consult? Whatever it was we knew it would be heavenly to be together and that eternity together seemed too short. Love, sexual tension, adoring glances, simple touching and contentedness accompanied our walk and we nodded happily to passers by who uttered their greetings in Italian even though we were plainly foreigners. We smiled broadly in return and replied as best we could but the look of love was enough reply for most. Back in the car we weave along the Autoroute 1 through the hills from Lago Trasimeno to Perguia and deliver the car with valet at the Hotel del Rosetta. Checking in can wait and we immediately make for the outdoors and into the busy cobbled streets of Perguia seeking out shopping. We walk past Fontana Maggiore, Palazzo dei Priori and the anciet Rocca Paolina and stop at Dolce e Gabbana, Gucci, Ferregamo, Hermes. I relish watching you shop and encourage you to buy whatever pleases the eye or suits your fancy. There are no limits and you whisk through wide eyed and beaming as you select dresses, blouses, shoes and sexy lingerie. You try various clothing on for me and parade around showing off your figure for your boy, enjoying both mine and others admiring glances. I tell you to buy something nice for dinner, a whole outfit, whatever you want and watch as you whirl around like a kid in a candy store. The late morning turns to afternoon and the crowds head towards their favorite eating spots. I carry the shopping haul as we wander through the piazzas looking for an inviting spot for lunch and find it in the form of a elegant white-linen cloth and wide matching table umbrellas trattoria located in a secluded corner of the Piazza Del Novembre IV. We sit facing the piazza so we can people watch and order a delicate Pinot Grigio that is cold and light enough to help temper the afternoon heat and would go very nciely with the Lombetto, celery and black Norcia truffle salad. We picked at the salad and enjoyed the light wine as we chatted, laughed and savored each others company. We followed the salad with Tagliatelle with courgettes, courgette flowers and saffron cream, a rich dish that required a switch to a gorgeously bouquetted Barolo. We giggled our way through a very long lunch and finally notice the time when the sun dipped behind the tall stone walls and left us shade that was quite a bit cooler than when we were in the sun. You shiver as a chill wind breezed through the piazza and we decide to make a move. Back at the hotel we check in and arriving at last in the large suite we drop the shopping bags and collapse on the bed slightly drunk from the wine. It has been an amazing day so far and I am entranced and addicted to your sounds and smells. I follow you around like a lost puppy, skipping on every word and delighting as I watch you talk, laugh, giggle, and smile. I am intoxicated. I am addicted. I cannot get enough. Even today where we have spent every waking second side by side, I want more. We cuddle, whispering sweet nothings and eventually drift off to a light sleep. The hotel windows are open and a cool breeze whisks through the room. The bed is large, four posted and inviting, with high thread count sheets and pillows that are oversized and exceptionally comfortable. Rousing from the nap I see only a short time has passed but I feel refreshed. I ponder the evenings events as I wait for you wake and stop to once more to caress your lovely hair and watch you sleep. You look peaceful, contented and happy and I think how lucky I am and how happy. I leave the bedroom of the suite and go to the phone in the living room.

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