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Not only have I traveled extensively since then, I met my husband on the trip, Captain John Smith, an explorer like me. We've been married four months now, and I honestly don't think I could be happier.
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(Mad queen forever)
Still kissing John, Jane scooted back slightly on the bed, tugging her dress off. As she heard the soft thud of the fabric meeting the tiled floor, Jane returned her arms to John’s neck, pulling him closer.
The room had gotten a bit warm, perhaps it was due to the sun being fully out now. John felt a little too overheated and removed his shirt, lifting it over his head. It, too, eventually hit the floor, as well as his boots.
Jane beamed and twined her fingers through John’s, pulling him back towards her and pressing her lips to his. She scooted back on the bed, so that he was leaning over her, and slid her arms around his back.
Jane smiled, though John couldn’t see, pulling pins out of her hair again so that it fell freely over her shoulders. She swept it out of the way, over her shoulder, with one hand, though John’s hands had already made their way well down her back, and leaned her head back as he pressed kisses to her neck.He helped slide her arms out of the dress’s sleeves, finally freeing her torso from the troubling material. But then there was the chemise. Easy. However, at this point, John decided to take his time and play with Jane’s hair, which had suddenly came in front of his face. He pursed his lips to blow some of the strands away, for they had prevented him from reaching the bare area of his wife.
Jane giggled. ”You’re just sending it everywhere, you know,” she commented dryly, sweeping her hair over one shoulder again and neglecting to give John an advantage by telling him how much his breath on her neck had in fact tickled. She turned in his grasp, leaning back so that her lips met his.
John ignored the dry comment. “Let’s just get you out of this,” He made a gesture towards her body, clearly referring to the dress. But before either of them began, he scooted to where Jane’s feet were and started to unlace her boots. Funny how he’d just put them on for her.
Jane chuckled. ”Well, is it just me or is this a moment of deja-vu? And whatever happened to getting my dress off?” She folded her arms over her chemise, pouting facetiously at John.
He rolled his eyes but returned to where her lips were, though he’d only taken off her boots, leaving the stockings on. As they kissed, John tugged at the waist of her dress, not putting in much effort to pulling it down. He was too distracted anyway.
Still kissing John, Jane scooted back slightly on the bed, tugging her dress off. As she heard the soft thud of the fabric meeting the tiled floor, Jane returned her arms to John’s neck, pulling him closer.
Jane smiled, though John couldn’t see, pulling pins out of her hair again so that it fell freely over her shoulders. She swept it out of the way, over her shoulder, with one hand, though John’s hands had already made their way well down her back, and leaned her head back as he pressed kisses to her neck.He helped slide her arms out of the dress’s sleeves, finally freeing her torso from the troubling material. But then there was the chemise. Easy. However, at this point, John decided to take his time and play with Jane’s hair, which had suddenly came in front of his face. He pursed his lips to blow some of the strands away, for they had prevented him from reaching the bare area of his wife.
Jane giggled. ”You’re just sending it everywhere, you know,” she commented dryly, sweeping her hair over one shoulder again and neglecting to give John an advantage by telling him how much his breath on her neck had in fact tickled. She turned in his grasp, leaning back so that her lips met his.
John ignored the dry comment. “Let’s just get you out of this,” He made a gesture towards her body, clearly referring to the dress. But before either of them began, he scooted to where Jane’s feet were and started to unlace her boots. Funny how he’d just put them on for her.
Jane chuckled. ”Well, is it just me or is this a moment of deja-vu? And whatever happened to getting my dress off?” She folded her arms over her chemise, pouting facetiously at John.
Jane smiled, though John couldn’t see, pulling pins out of her hair again so that it fell freely over her shoulders. She swept it out of the way, over her shoulder, with one hand, though John’s hands had already made their way well down her back, and leaned her head back as he pressed kisses to her neck.He helped slide her arms out of the dress’s sleeves, finally freeing her torso from the troubling material. But then there was the chemise. Easy. However, at this point, John decided to take his time and play with Jane’s hair, which had suddenly came in front of his face. He pursed his lips to blow some of the strands away, for they had prevented him from reaching the bare area of his wife.
Jane giggled. ”You’re just sending it everywhere, you know,” she commented dryly, sweeping her hair over one shoulder again and neglecting to give John an advantage by telling him how much his breath on her neck had in fact tickled. She turned in his grasp, leaning back so that her lips met his.