I had to get away from it all – the monotony of daily life, the judgmental looks from others, the expectations placed upon me. So when my silver fox lover invited me on a secret 7 night getaway to Venice, Italy, I jumped at the chance.

He was so excited to show me his beloved city. “Oh Whitney, you simply must see the Piazza San Marco!” he enthused, taking my hand as we strolled along the cobblestone streets. But as the day went on and his lectures on Venetian history droned on, my mind began to wander. I loved him, but honestly, he could be such a mansplainer sometimes.

That evening as we dined on seafood risotto at a quaint trattoria, he reached over to taste from my plate. I playfully swatted at his hand. “Hah! Hands off, mister. I want to savor every bite myself.” He chuckled, but continued reaching for me. Typical.

Back at our cozy B&B, we gazed out the window at the light shimmering off the canals. He wrapped his arms around me from behind. “Mmm, I’m so glad you’re here,” he murmured into my ear. I leaned back into his embrace, feeling safe and desired.

The next night, I held him close as we explored the Rialto Bridge. By the third, we were holding each other, exchanging tender kisses under a full moon. On the fourth, our lips met hungrily, hands roaming over bodies craving connection.

Emboldened, on the fifth I kissed a path down his chest, indulging him with my mouth. The sixth saw his face buried between my thighs, making me cry out in ecstasy. Finally, on the seventh and last night, our passion boiled over. We made love with wild abandon, our coupling a celebration of our illicit affair.

As we lay spent in each other’s arms, I sighed contentedly. In Venice, we were free to be our uninhibited selves, two people wildly in love. I watched dawn break over the water and knew I’d never forget this perfect, passionate week with my silver fox – until we could steal away again.

The Amazing & Fabulous Whitney

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