Lungomare Calabria Part 22
Posted 07-16-2008 at 12:25 AM by frank tarsitano
Lungomare Calabria Part 22
Our journey continues “Lungomare” Calabria in the South of Italy
Tropea
That night we met at the Piazza Centro di Tropea,[ATTACH]49[/ATTACH] we had a wonderful Italian meal and an amazing walk along the Tropea Harbor but little did she know her hot Italian dessert was yet to come.[ATTACH]50[/ATTACH] It was very late, and we decided to head over to the villa that I had rented for her called Ruralia, and the view from the room was breath taking. I lay beside her and kissed her, figuring she wanted to just go to sleep that night. But a few moments later, she rolled toward me and kissed me, and to my surprise there was sense of urgency behind it. The only sounds in the dark room were the hums from the waves of the sea and her rhythmic breathing. [ATTACH]51[/ATTACH]
I kissed her, tasting her skin, still warm and wet from the Calabrian midnight air. My hands began to wander all over her body, and I pushed the dress up as she guided my mouth to her nipples. I took each of them in my mouth, sucking on them like the fresh Italian figs we had at the restaurant with the exact force I knew she loved, feeling them harden in my hot mouth. She held my head in place, her breathing so erotic, hot and scorching. I was about to make sure she would orgasm like an Italian fountain as my hands slid down her body. I remember nudging her thigh, and immediately her legs parted like the gentle waves of the glittering sea seen thru our window. Our non-verbal communication drove my intensity at its best. I put my palm over her precious “Farfallina”, cupping it, feeling the warmth emanating from it. I stroked her hair and rubbed it gently in circles, all on the outside. She moaned quietly and exhaled, laying her head on my shoulder as my right hand touched her.
I let my fingers wander. I touched her in gentle strokes on the outside. I felt her beautiful, perfect “farfalla” lips. I put my fingers in my mouth, allowing her to see me do so, and then put them back at her “farfalla” lips. Gently, I began touching her inside, and the wetness, was unbelievable. Her “Farfallina” first got moist, then wet, then absolutely dripping like a wine bottle tipped over and the more I touched her it seemed bottomless. I slid one finger inside her and started to thrust, insistently but gently. I kept my mouth busy on her nipples, and her hands wandered over my skin, touching my back, stroking my hair as I pleasured her. I always listened for her breathing and let myself be guided by her signals, both verbal and non-verbal.
Her body writhed from side to side, tensing up in particularly pleasurable moments. Her hand at one point was on mine, guiding my fingers exactly as she wanted them inside her. I heard her breathing get faster, and I increased the speed and force of my fingers as they penetrated her “Farfalla”. I have no idea how much time passed – any concept of time had evaporated as eventually, she began to approach her orgasm. I increased all the stimulation I was doing, with my fingers inside her “Farfalla”, my thumb moving fast against her clit, and my mouth on her nipples. She shuddered as she came, and after more kissing, we drifted off to sleep. She was satiated, but nothing like what the rest of the weekend would bring in Tropea. :eek: Suddenly, my cell phone rang while lying on the beach and it was nothing but a dream, the Turkish Princess Teresa was still waiting to be picked up at the Airport of Lamezia!
Ci Sentiamo Presto;)
Salve
Frank Tarsitano
[url]www.itlaysouth.org[/url]
Our journey continues “Lungomare” Calabria in the South of Italy
Tropea
That night we met at the Piazza Centro di Tropea,[ATTACH]49[/ATTACH] we had a wonderful Italian meal and an amazing walk along the Tropea Harbor but little did she know her hot Italian dessert was yet to come.[ATTACH]50[/ATTACH] It was very late, and we decided to head over to the villa that I had rented for her called Ruralia, and the view from the room was breath taking. I lay beside her and kissed her, figuring she wanted to just go to sleep that night. But a few moments later, she rolled toward me and kissed me, and to my surprise there was sense of urgency behind it. The only sounds in the dark room were the hums from the waves of the sea and her rhythmic breathing. [ATTACH]51[/ATTACH]
I kissed her, tasting her skin, still warm and wet from the Calabrian midnight air. My hands began to wander all over her body, and I pushed the dress up as she guided my mouth to her nipples. I took each of them in my mouth, sucking on them like the fresh Italian figs we had at the restaurant with the exact force I knew she loved, feeling them harden in my hot mouth. She held my head in place, her breathing so erotic, hot and scorching. I was about to make sure she would orgasm like an Italian fountain as my hands slid down her body. I remember nudging her thigh, and immediately her legs parted like the gentle waves of the glittering sea seen thru our window. Our non-verbal communication drove my intensity at its best. I put my palm over her precious “Farfallina”, cupping it, feeling the warmth emanating from it. I stroked her hair and rubbed it gently in circles, all on the outside. She moaned quietly and exhaled, laying her head on my shoulder as my right hand touched her.
I let my fingers wander. I touched her in gentle strokes on the outside. I felt her beautiful, perfect “farfalla” lips. I put my fingers in my mouth, allowing her to see me do so, and then put them back at her “farfalla” lips. Gently, I began touching her inside, and the wetness, was unbelievable. Her “Farfallina” first got moist, then wet, then absolutely dripping like a wine bottle tipped over and the more I touched her it seemed bottomless. I slid one finger inside her and started to thrust, insistently but gently. I kept my mouth busy on her nipples, and her hands wandered over my skin, touching my back, stroking my hair as I pleasured her. I always listened for her breathing and let myself be guided by her signals, both verbal and non-verbal.
Her body writhed from side to side, tensing up in particularly pleasurable moments. Her hand at one point was on mine, guiding my fingers exactly as she wanted them inside her. I heard her breathing get faster, and I increased the speed and force of my fingers as they penetrated her “Farfalla”. I have no idea how much time passed – any concept of time had evaporated as eventually, she began to approach her orgasm. I increased all the stimulation I was doing, with my fingers inside her “Farfalla”, my thumb moving fast against her clit, and my mouth on her nipples. She shuddered as she came, and after more kissing, we drifted off to sleep. She was satiated, but nothing like what the rest of the weekend would bring in Tropea. :eek: Suddenly, my cell phone rang while lying on the beach and it was nothing but a dream, the Turkish Princess Teresa was still waiting to be picked up at the Airport of Lamezia!
Ci Sentiamo Presto;)
Salve
Frank Tarsitano
[url]www.itlaysouth.org[/url]
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