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panting and the tigress deep within me awoke. I began clawing off his shirt hungry for his flesh.
     
    “My angel, we must wait. Be patient,” he caressed.
     
    “No talk Antonio. Make love to me. Make love to me,” I roared.
     
    Soon we were a tangled web of arms and legs. I could feel his hands pulling at my swim top. A quick release and he set “my girls” free. I could feel the cool breeze of the ocean upon my nipples, making them even more erect.
     
    I loudly moaned, “Oh yes, I love them to be sucked.” I slowly felt his breath travel downward. His full lips glided from my ear to my check to my lips. I felt his manly hands around my breasts. I churned to taste him and drank his kiss with every ounce of my fiber.
     
    He slowly descended to my breasts. He held my full perky breasts in his hand and gently danced his tongue around my nipple, being sure not to touch it. It was absolute torture. I needed to feel his tongue.
     
    “Oh my god, please bite them. It felt so mmmm. Please suck them,” I commanded. For a moment I shocked myself. I had always been so timid and shy in the bedroom. Who was this man who brought out the sexual dynamo within me.”
     
    “You like this,” he teased as he began gently nibbling around my areola.
     
    “Oh God, yes baby, yes.” I hissed and moaned.
     
    My hands began wildly searching for his love organ. I reached down toward his crotch and felt a very heavy and large muscle.
     
    “Is that real,” I gasped, slightly embarrassed after making the remark.
     
    Abandoning his mouth from my breasts he smiled, “It is all me.” Then he returned to feasting upon my fleshly mounds.
     
    “I need you in me,” I ordered, “I need to feel your fullness.” My legs began to squirm. I needed to feel him right now.
     
    I felt his hands move down the length of my torso, toward my swimming trunks. I quickly straightened my legs so he could easily get my swim shorts off me. As he removed my bottoms, he bit harder on my left nipple sending shock waves through my body. I arched my back and screamed, “Yes Antonio, bite it baby bite it.”
     
      The combination of the alcohol, ecstasy, fire and ocean overwhelmed my senses. The beach began to spin and everything began to get hazy. My stomach began to churn and then everything went dark.
     
      The rays of the sunlight hit my eyes, stirring me to stretch out. As I began to regain my consciousness, I blindly reached for Antonio. I quickly realized something wasn’t right. I no longer heard the roar of the ocean, inhaled the brine smell of the shoreline or felt the grittiness of sand beneath my bottom. Instead, I felt the smoothness of satin sheets, the calming smell of lavender and the cool breeze of a fan. My eyes fluttered open as I looked around the room. I turned over searching for Antonio.
     
    “It was only a dream,” I moaned. “That is impossible!”
    I rolled to my side and grabbed an oversized pillow and hugged it tightly. My eyes turned into faucets. The taste of saline filled my mouth, courtesy of my tears. “Why, Why?” I retorted, “Antonio was my soul mate . I felt him. I tasted him. He was real!”
     
    I reached for the tissue paper on Lexi’s oak night stand. My hand hit something light and rectangular, knocking it from its perch. “Funny it didn’t make a sound,” I murmured. After grabbing the Kleenex, trumpeting my nose and wadding my snot into a ball, I leaned over the bed. My legs spread across the mattress and my body bent like a swivel.
     
    I put on my detective hat and began searching for my prize. After a few minutes, the blood began rushing to my head. “This obviously isn’t working,” I whined. I rolled the rest of my body off the floor and on all fours began searching for my prey. Quickly my eye caught the glimpse of light pink paper.
     
    I pounced on the paper quickly discovering it was a card. Holding it up, I quickly flipped it over and noticed a giant V on the envelope. It was a