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Howdy All,
Hope that you are all keeping well and happy 
I have a quick question pertaining to Short Stories and the Sex Scenes in such said stories.
I am busy writing another short story and was wondering if it is something that you look forward to when reading? If so, what is it that you want to read about when it comes to sex?
I am just curious as to whether it is something that I should include in my stories, or if it really make no difference...
I have included below a short example, let me know what you all think... Creative Criticism and all that jazz 
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We had been together for 3 weeks then, and it seemed like it may be about time to consummate our relationship. I had never been a very pushy person when it came to matters of sexual intercourse.
I always wanted to wait for my partner (at that specific time) to make those kinds of choices and since it seemed like he was just as willing to wait for me as I was for him, I thought to myself "If not, why not?" and so to speak I jumped in the deep end.
His skin was warm from the water, and his breath was sweet. I needed no invitation to nestle myself in his lap and it was almost like my back had been made to exactly fit to his front. It all seemed so perfect then. He ran his fingers invitingly along my sides, while I did the same on his legs. We did not have to say anything to one another in order for us to know the destination of the path that we had chosen, and we didn't say a word.
The faint whisper of the passing cars, and the wind through a nearby tree, created a mood of relaxed reverence and we both knew it. The trace of his hands became more intimate with every passing stroke of my body. Every nerve ending in my body was screaming for more and for the first time my mind was not disagreeing. I wanted him to take me in his arms and make my world a better place, which is exactly what he did. Before I knew what was happening, he had spun himself around to face me and from this point I was like putty in his hands.
He ran his tongue around one of my nipples, up my chest and along my jaw line. Quivering in anticipation, I could not wait for his next move. It was like playing chess and he was placing me in a stalemate kind of situation, and I was letting it happen. It had been almost seven years since I'd had anyone touch me the way he was touching me. I knew that I had chosen to be without anything or anyone for those seven years, but in that instant I did not know why I had chosen this for myself.
His lips were like the forbidden fruit, and pressed to mine I could now see why Eve had taken from the snake of evil so easily. My tongue roamed his mouth with a lust that was unequivocal. When we broke for air, he looked deep into my eyes and could see how much he had done already, but that was not enough for him. I could tell that he wanted to be inside me, he wanted to be part of me, he wanted all of me. I gave into him like a palm tree in a typhoon; he had uprooted my world and was ready to plant his seed.
With the warmth of the hot-tub and the water as a lubricant, he slipped into me with little difficulty. He moved like the water around us, fluid but strong, and made every thrust count. As he had before, caressing my sides with his hands and my face with his tongue, I found it hard to hold back anymore. He could tell from the quickening of my breath, and the tension in my muscles that the time was near.
In one swift movement he plucked himself from inside me and threw his lips over my ready to explode penis. With only a few bobs of his head and a swirl of his tongue I blew my load as if it was the only thing that would save my life. I was a withered mess, I melted into his arms and stroked him slowly while we just lay there. I did not want to fall asleep but it was just one of those things that were unavoidable. I drifted off to the land of nod like a sail boat in a breeze. He woke me with a smile that could have crumbled the hardest of hearts. I could hear the birds, and saw the sun on the rise, and realised that I must have been asleep for a good hour or so. We made our way to bed and just lay in each other’s arms, a comfort that was fleeting as my mind woke for the day.
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Thanks guys and keep having fun
Mike
"And so the lion fell in love with the Lamb"
"What a stupid Lamb"
"What a sick, masochistic lion"
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