My best day, by Labia Majora aged twenty-seven and a quarter
I wake up with the sun shining inoffensively through the window slats, casting it's broken light on to the lithe naked form of Mila Kunis next to me. I take a deep breathe, enjoying the faint scents from the local spice market, as they drift lazily into the villa to mingle with the heady aroma that only a night of passionate sex can produce. Only the gentle crashing waves of the ocean outside, the occasional call from the island's exotic birdlife, and the lazy whir of the ceiling fan disrupt the otherwise blissful calm of my surroundings.

Sensing that I'm awake, Mila blinks the sleep from her beautiful eyes and rolls over to face me, exposing her soft breasts and hardening nipples to the cool morning air.

"Last night was..." her voice trails off, replaced by a widening smile of remembrance, the mischievous sparkle in her eye hinting at the kinky pleasures experienced the night before.

"I know, love, and there shall be many more nights like that." I say softly as I lean in to snatch a kiss from her plump and inviting lips.

"Stay with me, just for another hour... or two?" she purrs, rubbing her hands in gentle circles on my chest.

"You know I would love to" I say, removing her hand from my chest and kissing each of her fingers in turn, "but my country needs me."

With an accepting sigh, she watches as I slip quietly out of the bed and cross the floor to the bathroom.

(I know it's just a start, but it'll do for now)

Edit: Damnit, you changed it from 'day' to 'sex' while I was typing!
( Labia Majora You keep on talking but it makes no sense at all, Tue 24 Feb 2009, 14:28, Reply)