Not very erotic but I kind of like it. Hope y'all do too.
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We'll Always Have Paris

Paris is famous for being a place to find lovers. Luis and Mari Antoinette, Bogie and Bergman, Pepe and Penelope.

Paris' broad avenues and sidewalk cafés are a picture of love. Imagine a café where poets recite, and musicians play. A red checked tablecloth, a bottle of wine, a loaf of bread, and a block of brie. It is spring and the air is electric with life. The couple at the table next to us have not said a word for an hour, they have not touched their wine or bread or cheese. The just sit across from each other, hands folded into a single, tender knot. The look deeply into each other's eyes the way only lovers can look They are oblivious to the world surrounding them.

We pay the waiter and start to walk back to our hotel. It is late in the day and we decide to back to our room. We have has a wonder stay so far, visiting the art galleries and other venues of Paris.

We arrive back at the room and as you get ready for bed, I surprise you with a surprise. You unwrap the gift and reveal a very silky, slinky lingerie. (We are in Paris, home of the lingerie you know). You slip the satiny gown and we turn the lights down low. As we climb into our bed, I give you the second part of the present. I have rented a car and we are going to drive through the Champaign region of France.

The Next morning we start early. We are tired from a late night (wink), but our excitement keeps up going. As the green, rolling hills flow but, you place you hand on my thigh and gently caress. We stop for the night in a quaint, old country inn where they server traditional food and house wines. We eat our fill and take a bottle of wine to our room. The anticipation in you eyes is obvious as the patron opens our room. He bids of good night with a knowing look. He has is reliving a magical memory from his youth. A memory he creates for us.

That was a pretty visual story - as in, you can see the scene unfold in your mind. Would you like some help editing it? A few spelling and structure changes could improve it

Thanks for the comments. This is one of the very first stories I wrote. Before I cared for the spell checker.