Flow of Passion - Sex Stories

Flow of Passion

... I knew what he looked like because I studied his picture. I could identify every frown, dimple on his face. He was handsome. I wondered would he look as good in person. Well, my wait was over because, slowly the door opened. I stood transfixed. Heat surged to the core of my being. Never in all my years of existence had I seen a more gorgeous male specimen. "Hello, Flora, welcome" he said as he greeted me with that sexy accent. I found that I'd lost my voice. I couldn't speak. "Are you alright?" He inquired, concerned by my lack of response. He didn't know that his beauty struck me dumb. I knew we were just friends, and probably would never advance to anything more, but for a second I wished I was the type of woman this God of a man would want. Finally, I took a breath and spoke. "Hello, Savin, I am so glad to finally meet you. You know I hardly ever travel, so this trip is an added bonus for me." I explained. He laughed; his voice was so deep and masculine that it stoked the fire that was already burning inside of me. He then invited me into his room so we could chat. As he held the door open, I passed and inhaled his scent. Pure masculine power was what he smelt of and I knew then, that I was looking at a man that was pure perfection. Walking into the room, noticed the decor. Deep rich hues covered the walls. The room was impeccably decorated and I was in awe. Savin had me to sit and offered me tea. We talked for a while and then he took me out for lunch. Being new to the ...

... region, I took the opportunity to introduce him to Southern hospitality. Although I am actually from Mississippi, I do know a few hot spots in Memphis. I planned to take him on a blues tour, visit Beale Street, and take in some of the culture of the region. He would be here for at least a week with his job, and I planned to really take time and enjoy this visit with my friend. Since we had communicated for so long, we had a clear idea of each other's likes and dislikes. I wasn't worried about being offended or accidentally offending him. He asked where I was staying and I told him a local hotel. Not everyone could afford the great place like the Peabody. "Oh no, not that place," he said, "the service is horrible. I will make reservations for you someplace where you will be more comfortable. Don't worry, I will cover the cost." "No, Savin," I said, "I can't let you do that. It wouldn't be right." "No, my friend," he continued, "I insist." Graciously, I accepted and we drove over to the Dollar Inn to retrieve my things. He had arranged a stay for me at the Peabody as well and I was ecstatic. We talked for a while and then I wanted to freshen up before going out that evening; I had one goal in mind. I was going to show Savin my version of southern hospitality and enjoy exploring the magnificent frame of his gorgeous body. I had wanted a long time for this opportunity, and was not about to let it pass. Then I thought for a moment. Maybe I should let him set the pace. Naaah, tonight ...