Love is a Place Ch. 02: The Solution - Sex Stories

Love is a Place Ch. 02: The Solution

... great flocks, and cool, fresh sheets."

"Oh."

"I love you," I whisper to her.

"You do?"

"Yes."

"Good. Does that mean I can kiss you again?"

"You can kiss me whenever you want Samantha."

And so we stand there, beneath the mistletoe, kissing. It's probably the most chaste make out session I've had since I was 14 - our hands never stray beneath clothes, there's no grinding against one another and barely any tongue - just gentle, loving kissing, lips teasing lips, hands cupping faces and Samantha's grey green eyes gazing into mine.

It's also hands down the most erotic moment of my life so far.

To My Excellent Lucasia, on Our Friendship

By Katherine Phillips

I did not live until this time

Crowned my felicity,

When I could say without a crime,

I am not thine, but thee.

This carcass breathed, and walked, and slept,

So that the world believed

There was a soul the motions kept;

But they were all deceived.

For as a watch by art is wound

To motion, such was mine:

But never had Orinda found

A soul till she found thine;

Which now inspires, cures and supplies,

And guides my darkened breast:

For thou art all that I can prize,

My joy, my life, my rest.

No bridegroom's nor crown-conqueror's mirth

To mine compared can be:

They have but pieces of the earth,

I've all the world in thee.

Then let our flames still light and shine,

And no false fear control,

As innocent as our design,

Immortal as our soul.