The problem was that as a submariner, he was gone for two and a half months at a time. She hated when he was away on patrol. She couldn't even talk to... him. The most they could do is trade short e-mails that Mike explained weren't actually private - they were printed out in the radio room and handed out on the infrequent occasions that the boat made contact. She couldn't quite bring herself to admit that the worst part of him being away was that she missed her spankings. She missed the peace. Face to face this time, as we joined, our eyes never leaving one another. Kissing her passionately, yet softly. Feeling her lips as I kissed her, gently chewing and sucking each one in turn even as our bodies melded in union together, slowly beginning the dance that would eventually end in a frenzy of explosive ecstasy. God how I loved kissing her. I’d often wondered if given enough time if I couldn’t actually climax simply from doing that. How many times at night I had drifted off to sleep. Since, I wanted to tease her, I got up and walked away towards the bedroom. She entered after me and as soon as she entered the room, I pushed her to the wall, held both her arms to the wall and kissed her. There was much passion, intensity, lust and saliva involved.We broke the kiss after 15 minutes and I started caressing her body and kissed her neck and gave her a hickey on the neck. I turned her around, she was now facing the wall and I was kissing her bare back and running my tongue there.. She probably wondered why Carla Frances' image had come into my head, at that moment, in the first place. Hell, I didn't know. I wondered about it myself.So I ignored, and more-or-less disguised, the existence of my raging boner, and gave Tess' still-naked body a scrumptious rub-down that had her moaning with pleasure. Then we drank one-inch of red wine each, served chilled. (Maybe you're not supposed to refrigerate red wine, but we do, anyway, and we both like it that way. So call the.