What's a Limnophile ? - Sex Stories

What's a Limnophile ?

... time, I need to stop a little while after two, or sometimes just one.

Something she repeated a lot during sex sounded like, "leel sokolad balkee", which I later found out means "big chocolate log". She was fantasizing I was black with a huge dick. That didn't bother me. My fantasy was much stranger and far more disturbing.

We kissed and cuddled on the bed a long time before we fell asleep. That's about all the information I ever learned about her, but we happily kissed, made out, and fucked several times a day. To my joy, one of our lovemaking sessions each day was in the tub, with her bouncing in my lap as she slid up and down on my rod.

As we got up from lunch our fourth day together, she kissed me and waved goodbye. I gave her a tight hug and kissed her a final time. I quietly cried, as I saw her walk to the airport shuttle.

I sniffled and rubbed my eyes on my way back to my room. I managed to stop crying in the elevator.

As I stepped into the hall, I bumped into Penny and she looked very sad too. "The French guys left. I didn't think I would, but I miss them. How is your blonde lady doing?"

I burst into tears and wailed. "Bwahahahaw! I miss her! Awhahaw!" I hugged Penny as I cried and cried.

She kindly hugged me back. "It'll be ok, Lew. I got you. It's ok."

Until Inga started walking away, I had thought it was just a casual fling, but I had feelings for her, even though we had only communicated a few sentences worth of words.

Penny laid on my ...

... bed hugging me. I comforted her as she mourned the loss of her French guys. They barely even learned each other's names, but she had a connection to them too.

After an hour cuddling on the bed I wasn't really in the mood, but I asked, "Would you like sex tonight?"

"Just hold me. Please?"

"Okay." I was fine with that. We were sharing our sorrow and starting to truly love each other. In the morning I gently fingered her as she woke, but she didn't cum. She reached and held my cock lightly, but I said, "It's ok, Penny. Even without sex, I love you. I honestly and truly love you. I'd never give you up or trade you for anybody."

"I love you too, Lewis. I love you with my heart and my body, but even more with my mind and my soul."

We shared a slow, sweet kiss for a long time. I looked deep into her eyes, and asked, "Will you marry me?"

She didn't pause or hesitate. "Yes!" She kissed me with a little more passion and lots of love.

We skipped breakfast, kissing and cuddling for hours. Around noon, we decided lunch, sex, and a shower would be good. Maybe not in that order. We washed and kissed in the shower, and made slippery, slow, romantic love until both of us came so hard we fell down, laughing.

We held hands on the way downstairs and saw Melissa and Ben at lunch.

Penny told them, "We have big news!"

Ben interrupted, "So how many? I got four more anal, and two more sex."

Melissa proudly but quietly announced, "I got most of a hockey team! Eleven more ...