The Party Gift - Ch. 5 - Sex Stories

The Party Gift - Ch. 5

... broke out her collection of wondrous sex toys and we also ventured out to other rooms of the house and left no bed unused. Nor any chair or sofa or table either. Hell, we even did it on the pool table! Some play eight ball while others prefer nine ball; Deanna and I played sixty-nine ball. The game got so intense that both of us nearly hyperventilated. But most of all, Deanna and I shared! We shared our hearts, our minds, our bodies and our souls. And as Friday marked our one week anniversary, Deanna popped a bottle of Dom Perignon. After pouring us each a flute and sipping like elegant ladies, we drank the rest of it by licking and suckling it off each other’s bodies. We even broke out the strawberries and whipped cream; and I'm sure you can imagine what we did with those. Saturday night found Deanna and me in front of the fireplace in the great room. We’d built quite a comfy bed out of several soft quilts, blankets and pillows. Cuddled up in each other’s naked embrace in front of a romantic fire, we listened to the howling artic winds and could see the snow piling up through the wall of windows for old man winter had suddenly returned to Michigan with a massive vengeance. We spoke very little that night; we just held each other ever so tightly for both of us knew that our magical week was almost over. Deanna and I had been together literally every minute of the last eight days. We had experienced, shared and loved more in that span of 11,520 minutes than most people ...

... experience, share or love in a lifetime with multiple partners. We both realized that this past week had been a truly divine and utterly priceless gift. Something that only happens once in a lifetime! And tragically, it doesn’t happen in everyone’s lifetime. In fact, it’s a very rare occurrence in life anywhere. I held Deanna with all the love in my body, heart and soul that night as she held me with equal devotion. I listened to her heartbeat and she listened to mine. I wept in her arms and she wept in mine. Though we understood that this was not an end, but merely the beginning of the rest of our life together; it was still the end of something so indescribably beautiful and precious to both of us. Something that we would never experience in the same way ever again. To quote Winston Churchill, “It was the end of the beginning”. Sunday morning dawned very gray, gloomy and so bitterly cold. It was almost as if Mother Nature was joining us in our sadness. Long gone were the gorgeous sunny and unseasonably warm days of earlier in the week. Nearly eight inches of snow had fallen over night; there was still a blustery and biting north wind and the temperature was just barely above zero. Ironically, it was Sunday, March 17 th - Saint Patrick’s Day!! God knows both Deanna and I felt like getting fucked up! But unfortunately, neither of us could considering that we both had to go back to work the following day. Deanna was leaving on a six day trip and I was heading back to the hospital. In ...