My definition varies somewhat, but for me it depends on the person and their attitudes to sex, passion and pleasure. I can recall two sensational fucks with two different women who both had a similar passion and intellligence. I remember the first, I couldn't wait to rip her clothes off and fuck her. Indeed we did fuck, for many hours all over the hotel room: on the sofa, in the bathroom, on the bed. At the end I remember lying in the bed, exhausted and sore, and noticing that I had, literally pulled her clothes off and tossed them around the room. It was like a scene from a movie, and yet I'd just played it.
The second lady was devastatingly beautiful for her age, and it started with a conversation where we both had similar career paths, ICT project managers. She was dressed in a simple ankle-length dress that teased my imagination. Indeed, as time passed, I couldn't wait to rip that dress off. I did, and we fucked, and she even took me up her arse, which is something very few women have attempted. We both came many times, and again it was exhausting and wonderful.
In both cases I couldn't love them, because we were just passing. But they were very memorable women, and we had a remarkable time.
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