What is Making Love?
1.
An event that happens when *only* two people are and must be in love with each other and who give and recieve mutual pleasure via. physical contact.
They must be in the "loving" frame of mind and not in it just for the physical pleasure. Must be intimate.
This excludes quickies.
I love making love. <3
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2.
The connecting of two people's souls through two people's bodies, as one. When there is no stronger way to express your love than sexual intimacy. Wanting to please each other, make the other happy, share everything, be as close as humanly possible.
Nice and slow, sensual, tender, romantic, beautiful. Flowers, candles, massages. Releasing sweet passion and love to your love. Holding each other and cuddling after with whispers of I love you.
You and I will be making love in front of the fireplace and be holding each other all night, it will be absolutely magical.
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3.
Sexual intercourse between to people who love each other. Practiced by same sex couples or different sex couples.
I was lying on our couch, the one we picked out when we first moved in. Flipping through the channels on the television. Trying to find some good trash TV to watch while I binge on M&Ms. After all, spending the day at the gym had to have it's rewards didn't it? I flipped to a reality TV contest and suddenly he was behind me, running his fingers through my hair. He scooped me up in his arms and began to kiss my lips slowly. My body was pressed against me. And he looked into my eyes and kissed my forehead gently. I was surprised by his sudden affection, but feeling blissfully happy, I didn't question it. He carried me carefully to our bed and laid me out on the covers. He lay down next to me and touched my cheek softly. Then leaned over to kiss me again. He began slowly unbuttoning my blouse and kissed the skin exposed above my bra. He buried his face into my neck and breathed in, causing me to shiver happily. I smiled at him as he sat up and took off his shirt, revealing lots of tanned, toned skin. He straddled himself over top of me to kiss me more passionately. I ran my hands across the panes of his chest, over his abdomen, and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down closer. He leaned down to kiss my neck, and I felt his fingers close around my wrists. He began to move them up above my head and dragged his lips across my arm, kissing the back of one hand as his moved it. We were both smiling warmly and he kissed me again, faster. I left my arms above my head as he moved his lips down my neck and over my bra. He continued to move lower, down my chest, and over my stomach. When he reached the top of my jeans, he sat up and began unbuttoning them with a wicked grin on his face. He pulled them and my boy-shorts down over my waist and off my ankles and pressed his fingertips into my hips as he leaned down to kiss my lips warmly. I sat up on my knees and he leaned back and let me unzip his own jeans and tug them down. He pushed me backwards once he was down to his boxers, which he quickly tugged off and tossed them to the side. My heart swelled and my eyes lit up, as did his. We both were excited for what we were going to engage in. He leaned down again to press his lips into my neck under my jaw. I breathed raggedly and he grinned again. I arched my back as he pressed his body onto mine, ever desperate to get even closer. I moaned, but still he refused to slip into me and give me the inexpressible joy that I could feel building. He pressed his big, warm hands onto my hips and rolled over so I was laying on top of him. Trying to take this opportunity, I pressed my hips onto his, trying to get him inside, but he grinned evilly again and pulled away, evading me. I glared and he kissed the skin between my bra again. Dragging his teeth over the top of my breast. I moaned again and leaned my head back, exposing my skin for him to kiss and tease with his lips and teeth. His took my head between his hands and pulled it down into a fast, passionate kiss, slipping his tongue into my mouth and making it last for much longer than I thought I could go without breathing. When he finally pulled back I gasped and moaned again, feeling his hands across my back, unfastening my bra. He didn't usually take off my bra, so I was surprised, but I kissed his cheek and moved over to tug on his ear lobe with my teeth while he took off the last article of clothing between us. I was so ready to feel him inside me, I was starting to shake. He rolled us back over so he was on top and ran his hands slowly over my breasts, and up to my neck to clasp it and pull up down into another feverish kiss. He was just as eager as I was. I grinned at the thought. He looked deeply into my eyes and pushed himself slowly into me. I moaned in ecstasy and closed my eyes, arching my back, trying to get push him in deeper. He pulled out slower than he'd gone in and pushed back in, making my body shake with pleasure. I moaned and my breath caught as he pushed ever slowly and pulled back out. I was racked with a feverish eagerness and I tried to tilt my hips and get him inside faster. But he held them down and kissed my lips just as slow as he was moving inside of me. He ran his tongue over my lips and they tingled. He buried his face in between my breasts as he pushed in farther. He looked back into me eyes. I whimpered softly, powerless. And asked breathily “F-faster?” He grinned and tilted his head back and he pushed in harder and I screamed his name. He was grinning evilly as I sucked in breaths an d moaned each one out. I asked again “Fff—ahh—faster?!” He suddenly thrust himself into me and the force wracked my body with an instant orgasm. I screamed his name again and started yelling as he thrust and thrust, faster, and faster. I was breathing fast and ragged. The pleasure screamed through my body. I couldn't even speak properly. “F-f...Fuck me!! F-fuck me! Harder!” He obliged and thrust himself into me harder and faster. I orgasmed over and over. Moaning and screaming in my ecstasy. I never wanted it to end. I kept yelling faster! Harder! And he kept going, faster, and harder. Thrusting deeper and deeper. The pure pleasure was like no other feeling. We'd never made love like this before. I orgasmed again just as I felt the warmth of his own pleasure inside of me. He continued the push, deeper and deeper. Not pulling out, just pushing himself into me harder. Until it felt so blissfully euphoric it hurt. I closed me eyes and arched my back further, until I was off the bed and sitting up. I pushed him backwards and felt instantly powerful. His eyes lit up as I took control, straddling myself over him. I pushed myself onto him hard, and wracked with shivering as my sweating body felt the cool air. He laid his hands over my breasts and I pushed him farther inside. I moved back and he was out, but his hands clutched my waist as he pulled me down hard against him. Pushing deeper than before, fast and hard. I followed suit, orgasming and moving my hips in sync with his feverish breaths. Pushing, thrusting, until he was warm inside me again. I threw myself to the side and clutched the sheet over my sweating, naked body. He was feverishly hot and sweating as he pulled me into his arms and I lay with my back against his chest. He whispered in my ear. “I love you... you're my everything....you mean the world to me.....I'll remember this night forever...” And we both fell asleep, exhausted after making love and smiling.
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4.
Sexual intercourse where there are only two participants. In addition, the participants are trying to give the other person pleasure and are placing that goal above the realization of their own pleasure. For example, when a man makes love to a woman, he is trying to get her to orgasm as opposed to trying to orgasm himself.
The boy was making love to the girl tenderly, trying to bring her pleasure.
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5.
when realy you could lay in each other and barely moove and just feel each other and have the most amazing shared feeling
6.
not like casual sex, its what 2 people do that really love eachother, not just another fuck...bangin wifey
Jill = Jim's wifey
Jill & Jim fuckin = makin love
Jim & tipdrill fuckin= just another fuck
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7.
a passionate thing 2 people do when in love. its not just sex its more than that....its to show how much you respect each others bodies and how much you love each other./
boy: i really feel its time we should be making love
Girl: okay but i want this to be special, not jus some shag..
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