Ricky's colition of stories

Not Futa, it is a rough draft of male and female please would love feed back.

It was a cool sunny Friday evening, the small ford escape whirled down the road at a leisured pace, in the driver seat sat Amy, her long hair flapping in the wind as she drove., the warm rays of the sun lapping at her cheeks, she smiled to herself as she pulled to a stop at the red light. Impatiently tapping her lightly manicured nails on the steering wheel as she waited for the light to go green. The short drive to her house seemed so long on the way home always, the fifteen minute commute seemed to drag on for ever, her week was a rough one, though that wasn’t new, most of the time her work was stressful and she cleaned up the sloppy work of every one around her, she was looking foreword to this evening, soft candle light and a romantic date with her love Jon.

She blushed softly as she remembered her hopeless romantic husband, how he always tried for romance, but always seemed to fall short bit by bit, she loved him to death and wished she could be home and in his arms right now. As she thought of her true love her mind wandered across his features, tall skinny and to her absolutely handsome, she remembered how the small scruff of hair atop his head always seemed to be messy and disorganized, the dark brown scruff of hair reached just covering part of his ears, it always looked as if he just got out of bed the way the stubborn hair wouldn’t form to or stay down.

She remembered the first night she saw his hair straitened at the altar how the straitened hair covered his ears just showing a glimpse of his earlobes. His high cheek bones and how the light around the altar pronounced his facial features, his blue eyes shinning like blue gems in a mist of small cumulus clouds, the way his lips moved as he talked, how her eyes had focused on his that night, the moments they announced their love.

Her eyes locked on the steering wheel as she continued to think of his lips, how her heart raced as they kissed as husband and wife. The warm plush lips of his against hers, the march breeze on her face, the warm air brushing along the hem of her dress pressing the silken fabric against her thighs. The gentle caress of the suns rays along the swell of her breast and her neck, she remembered how her eyes locked on his and how those blue wells swirled and shone like diamonds, as her eyelids fluttered closed with the pleasure, the warmth of his smile in the kiss, blossoming into her and tendrils of warmth, like the tongues of a flame lapping along her cheeks and down her neck the warmth slowly spreading, she remembered the tense moment as her breath caught in her throat, just before his lips parted from hers.

The look in his eyes as he leaned in once more and planted his lips firmly to hers, the warmth spreading again faster then before, tendrils lapping at her neck trailing along her smooth skin, with each