Sex Getaway – Erotica

The anticipation was building and so was our sexual energy.

 

It’s the morning of your planned weekend away. Diary reads blah blah blah 5pm sex getaway! You wriggle in your seat. Was that your libido? I think it was. You realise the tension is building. You’re excited. Ping! A text message from him ‘Did you put sex getaway in my diary? I like it! See you at 5pm. Love you x’. You haven’t even arrived and already you feel more connected.

 

There’s a knock at the door. Postman. What’s this? When she flips it over to see who it’s from she still has no idea. Off goes the packaging. It reads Mojoco. Well it’s elegant, looks a bit like a shoe box. Who would be sending me shoes? A note “For you, for us, for the weekend x”. If she was excited before she now feels elevated.

 

Giggling, behaving like teenagers they fumbled to open the door.

 

She had her hand on his lap all the way there. He was already hard so she went in to get the key from reception. After months of sex feeling like a chore they couldn’t wait to mess up the crisp white sheets. The first time was quick, full of a need and desire deeper than the deed itself.

 

They’d arrived in such a fluster that they hadn’t stopped to survey their surroundings. There was a large opening looking onto a glorious bath. No words were spoken as he stood naked and walked to turn on the hot water.

 

A decision was made….Let’s skip dinner and order room service.

 

She lay in bed a little longer as it was a vision to her just watching him. He fussed around preparing. Out came the red wine. The bubbles started to rise. Why go out tonight when all they needed was right here.

 

All the problems of home seem to dissolve as he wrapped her arms around her. Could they stay like this forever?

 

A kiss that could kill!

 

As the bath started to cool down she could feel him moving underneath her. They rose, wet from the water, and enjoyed touching each other. He pulled her hard into him and kissed her with such intensity she almost cried. Not because it hurt but because it was still there that feeling of desire. She wanted him. Her sex drive hadn’t left her body entirely.

 

The surprise Mojoco box comes out…

 

They dry each other off. Back to those crisp crumpled sheets. She lights the candle. He grabs the massage oil. Back first, slowly down to the buttox and then the inner thigh. She screams out desperate for him to be inside her. Not yet. A light humming noise. She flips over. He runs the vibrating toy down her body and on to her clit. It’s too much and then its not. This is so much fun.

 

Touch, moan, licking, stroking, more, more, more

 

She grabs him whole and guides him to enter her. They both can’t remember a time it felt so right. There were slow sensual moments mixed with strong deep pleasure. When it was over they lay there in the after glow. Thirty seconds later the door bell rings. Food, the food. They’d forgotten all about that.

 

The weekend continues in much the same way and by Sunday 10am this couple who thought  their sex life was dwindling felt revitalised, reconnected and ready to take some of the spark they found on their sex getaway home.