After coming back from that perfect weekend getaway in Alexandria, we both felt so good. It was like there was this feeling inside of us that no matter what happened or whatever we would go through, we would always be together in love, having the time of our lives.

As we returned to our day-to-day lifestyle, every now and then we would try and spice things up, like trying a new position or doing it in a different place. No matter how busy or tired I got, we would always manage to have fun. Sometimes we would just cuddle on the couch, eat butter popcorn, and watch a nice feel-good movie until we drifted to sleep. Then we would go to bed and sleep while still cuddling.

It wasn’t always about sex; sex was just our favorite way to express our love to each other. But her kind words, the warm, tight hug she’d give me as soon as I opened the door, the lovely comfort food she’d cook—and when I’d have a hard, tough day, she’d take me in her arms, run her beautiful hands through my hair, massage my shoulders in such a soothing way, and she’d give me an amazing sloppy blowjob—I’d just forget all the shit I went through and feel so grateful and blessed for having such an incredible woman like her.

And I also would try and do anything to make her feel safe, loved, and that she didn’t have to worry about anyone or anything when she’s with me. When she’d be sad or feeling a little bit down, I’d take her in my arms and try to comfort her in every way possible.

I remember one time, I saw her crying in the bathroom, so I went to her and asked her what was wrong. She said she weighed herself and found out she gained a couple of pounds. I chuckled and told her that I didn’t care if she gained or lost a few pounds and she’d always be perfect in my eyes. Then I opened my arms and she ran towards me and hugged me so tight. I lifted her and took her to bed, laying her down slowly.

“See, I can still carry you, baby,” I said to her. Then I started kissing her behind her ears, then I moved to her neck. Then I started kissing her shoulders and went down to her beautiful tits and started sucking on them. Then I kept kissing every inch of her stomach until I got to her pussy, but I kept going further down and started kissing every inch of her body from her beautiful, thick, round thighs down to her beautiful feet. With every kiss and touch, she would moan and tremble.

“I fucking adore every single inch of your body, baby,” I said. Then I went to her pussy and kept eating it for 30 minutes straight, and I honestly felt I could go all day long; I just couldn’t get enough of it.

“Sometimes I wonder what good did I do in my life to have a perfect man like you, baby?” she said as she grabbed my head for a kiss.

“You deserve all the good things in the world, honey.” And then I took her in my arms until we went to sleep.

So our relationship was getting deeper and deeper, and our emotions for each other were so powerful that sometimes words couldn’t describe them.

I remember one day I came home from work, tired and exhausted. We sat down and had dinner. Then I went and lay in bed watching TV, waiting for her to join me and cuddle. Then she went into the room and dimmed the lights.

“Oh my God,” I said slowly.

She was wearing a tight, revealing belly dance dress cut from her thighs down, and put on some old oriental music and started dancing so seductively.

“You like my dancing, honey?” she asked.

“Oh baby, I fucking love it, you look so damn sexy in this dress.”

She kept dancing and my dick got fully hard in seconds because belly dancing turns me on so fucking much. The dress had this nice cleavage and it was so tight around her ass.

“Come closer, honey, so you can see better,” she said as she signalled with her finger.

I went and sat at the end of the bed. She was dancing right in front of me and would grind her body on me every once in a while.

“Oh my God, baby, I can’t tell how much I’m turned on right now.”

“I’d do anything to please you, my love,” she said as she came close to me.

I started feeling her beautiful body with my hands as she kept dancing so seductively. After a while, she sat down on my lap and turned off the music.

“Did you like the show, honey?” she asked as she gave a nice kiss.

“Oh honey, I can’t tell how much I loved it,” I replied.

And we started kissing, then I started grabbing her beautiful boobs.

“Wait, let me take a shower first, I’m covered in sweat,” she said.

“Oh no, baby, I want you just like that,” I said.

“Okay, honey,” she said.

And then she went down on her knees in front of me and started giving me a blowjob. As much as I fucking loved her blowjobs and wished they’d last forever, man, I couldn’t hold myself from laying her on the bed and going on her like a predator on his prey.

“Baby, are you okay with the sweat?” she asked.

“Oh honey, I love your sweat.”

And I started licking the sweat from her chest. Then I started licking her armpits, and as disgusting as that may sound, it tasted kind of nice. In the heat of the moment, the taste didn’t really matter, but that feeling of tasting a new flavour of her incredible body, and her armpits were so beautiful and clean; I loved them so much.

“Oh baby, this dress and my dancing really turned you on,” she said.

“Oh honey, you have no idea, especially with your magnificent body in it, and your sexy dancing,” I replied.

With this, I went down to her pussy and lifted up the dress.

“Oh my God, I’ll never get tired of seeing your beautiful pussy, baby.”

And I started playing with my fingers and rubbing her clit. Then I started eating it, and along came the unstoppable orgasms.

“Oh yes, baby, eat my fucking pussy and play with it with your tongue,” she said.

After multiple orgasms and squirting till the bed felt like a pool, I took off all my clothes completely as I took a step back just to memorize every moment of what was happening.

“Come on, baby, put your big, hard dick inside my pussy. My pussy feels like it’s on fire right now, come put it off with your cum.”

And I couldn’t wait to go inside her, so I slid my dick right in, and man, that first thrust will always feel like it’s straight out of heaven.

“Oh my God, honey, I needed your cock inside me so bad,” she said.

And the heat between us made the room feel like it was on fire; we were both so turned on like never before.

“Oh fuck, honey, I feel so hot right now,” I said.

She grabbed my head and started kissing me violently. Then she started lightly scratching my back while whispering in my ear, “Fuck, baby, I don’t think I can take it anymore.”

And I started feeling her squirt pushing my dick out, so I took it out for a second, and she started screaming and shaking. Then I put my dick right back in and hugged her so tightly.

“Oh my fucking God, baby, fuuuck!” she screamed as she started squirting again after a couple of seconds.

“Oh fuck, baby, I can’t take it anymore, please cum inside me,” she said.

And I took her in my arms and started kissing as I felt so close until I filled her up, and man, I came so much that cum started dripping out of her pussy before I even pulled out.

Then she grabbed my head and we started kissing. Then she put her hands around my neck and we just kept hugging for so long like we didn’t want this moment to end.

“You never cease to amaze me, honey.”

We lay there in the quiet, our bodies tangled together beneath the soft sheets, hearts beating in sync. The room was dim, lit only by the warm glow from the bedside lamp. I ran my fingers gently along her back, tracing them on her beautiful, smooth skin as she rested her head on my chest, her fingers playing with mine. Our breaths were slow and steady, like we were both floating in a world made only for us.

“I never want this to end,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

I kissed the top of her head. “It never has to, baby. As long as you’re with me, I’ll do everything I can to make you feel safe and loved.”

She looked up at me with those soft, dreamy eyes—the ones that always made my heart melt—and smiled. “You already do, more than you know.”

We stayed like that for a while, just holding each other, the silence between us filled with comfort. I could feel how much she needed to be close, and honestly, I needed it too. There was something so powerful about just being in the moment with her, without needing to say anything. It felt like time slowed down whenever we were together.

Later, I got up quietly and brought her a warm glass of tea, just the way she liked it: with a hint of honey and a sprig of mint. She sat up in bed, wrapped in the sheets, her hair a little messy, her smile still soft from everything we’d shared.

“You spoil me,” she said with a grin as she took the cup.

“You deserve all of it,” I replied, sitting beside her, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

We sipped tea and talked about nothing and everything: our dreams, childhood memories, silly thoughts that made us laugh, deep hopes that made us feel closer. The way she looked at me like I was her entire world made me fall even more in love with her.

Eventually, I took her cup and set it down, then slid back under the covers and pulled her gently into my arms. She snuggled into my chest with a content sigh.

“Can I tell you something?” she asked.

“Anything.”

“Sometimes I get scared that this is all too good to be true… like maybe I don’t deserve something this perfect.”

I held her tighter, my lips brushing against her forehead. “You deserve all of this and more. I don’t want perfect. I just want us. You, with your morning grumpiness, your silly dance moves in the kitchen, the way you laugh when I tickle your sides. That’s what I want. That’s what I need.”

She closed her eyes and smiled against my chest. “Then I’m not going anywhere.”

We drifted to sleep wrapped in each other, not as two people, but as one soul stretched across two hearts. That night wasn’t about grand gestures or wild passion; it was about something deeper. It was about the feeling of home.

The next morning, I woke up to the warmth of her body curled into mine, the soft rise and fall of her breath against my chest. Light was peeking gently through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the room. I didn’t want to move; I just wanted to lie there with her, memorizing the peaceful look on her face.

I brushed a kiss on her forehead, and she stirred a little, then blinked up at me with the sleepiest, most beautiful smile I’d ever seen.

“Good morning, love,” I whispered.

“Morning,” she murmured, her voice husky and soft. She stretched and snuggled back into me. “I had the most amazing dream... but then I woke up and realized it was all real.”

I smiled, heart full. “What was the dream?”

“You and me, somewhere by the sea... walking barefoot in the sand, the breeze in our hair... it felt so peaceful.”

I paused, running my fingers along her arm. “Then let’s make it real. Let’s go somewhere. Just the two of us.”

She lifted her head, eyes lighting up. “Where?”

“The North Coast,” I said, already picturing it: blue skies, clear water, quiet beaches. “We can leave Friday morning, stay the weekend. It’ll be Easter, the weather will be perfect, and we could use a little escape.”

She sat up, suddenly wide awake. “Are you serious?”

“Completely. You said you dreamed about it, right? Maybe that’s the universe giving us a sign.”

She leaned down and kissed me, slow and warm. “I love how you think.”

I kissed her back, then grinned. “Let’s book it today. Find a cozy beachside resort, pack our swimsuits, and disappear for a couple of days.”

“We can bring that little portable speaker and play our songs by the beach,” I said.

She beamed and threw her arms around me. “You’re really the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

And then she went to take a shower, and I absolutely joined her, and we had slow, steamy sex under the hot water.

I got dressed and headed to work full of excitement, thinking about tomorrow and the weekend we were planning. I booked a hotel suite at “Rixos Alamein,” and it was quite expensive, but the photos of the suite looked incredible. The beach looked beautiful with white, smooth sand and clear turquoise water, so it seemed worth it.

When I went back home, I showed her the pictures, and the look of happiness on her face made my heart melt. She gave me a long, beautiful kiss and put her arms around my neck. As I started feeling her body and before my hands reached her glorious pussy, she grabbed my hand and said, “Wait, let’s have dinner first; I’m starving.”

So we sat down and had an amazing dinner, then we lay in bed and hugged each other so tightly full of excitement, thinking about the long-awaited, amazing weekend ahead of us until we went to sleep.

On Friday morning, the excitement between us was almost electric. We packed light—just a couple of bags, swimsuits, a speaker, sunscreen, her favorite perfume, my cologne, and a playlist of our favorite songs. We put our luggage in the car and headed on our way to the North Coast.

We rolled the windows down and drove with the music playing, the breeze brushing our skin as Cairo slowly disappeared behind us. The closer we got to the North Coast, the lighter we both felt, as if we were shedding the stress of everyday life with every kilometre.

The resort was tucked away in a quiet cove near Sidi Abdel Rahman. The place was intimate and elegant, and the faint smell of saltwater lingered in the air. 

Our room was more like a beach suite—floor-to-ceiling windows, a king-size bed draped in white linens, and a wide balcony that looked out over the turquoise water.

“This is insane,” she said, stepping out onto the balcony, letting the sun kiss her face.

I wrapped my arms around her from behind, resting my chin on her shoulder. “Only the best for my girl.”

We unpacked slowly, laughing and tossing clothes onto the bed as we chased each other around the room. She threw her bikini at me, giggling. “You pick which one I wear.”

“I vote for the red one. But I’m not sure if I’ll be able to hold myself back from you,” I replied, kissing her neck.

She bit her lip and smiled. “You better try to.”

Then we put on our swimwear and headed to the beautiful beach. The beach was unreal; the sand was white and smooth, the water was turquoise and so clear with small waves, and it was quiet and tranquil.

“Oh my god, baby, it’s much more beautiful than the pictures,” she said.

“It really is. I can’t wait to dive in,” I said.

We sat down, put our stuff aside, put sunscreen all over each other’s bodies, and headed straight into the water.

“Oh my god, it’s really cold,” I said.

“Oh yeah, it really is,” she said.

We kept going deeper until we were all in, and the water started getting warmer. I held her so close to me, feeling her beautiful, smooth, wet skin, which turned me on so much.

“Oh, baby, your skin feels so fucking good; I can’t stop feeling it,” I said.

“Oh, honey, I feel so turned on right now. Keep hugging me close, baby,” she said.

We started kissing while holding each other so close, and we began drifting slowly away from the beach. I got hard so quickly, and my dick started rubbing her stomach. I couldn’t hold myself anymore, so I took my dick out and started rubbing it against her pussy.

“Oh fuck, baby, that feels so good; keep going, baby,” she said.

I kept rubbing her pussy with my dick for a bit, then I moved her bikini bottom aside and put my dick inside her.

“Oh fuck,” she gasped and put her hands around the back of my head and wrapped her legs around my waist.

I started fucking her slowly. I don’t know if you guys have ever tried sex underwater in the sea, but it’s such a strange yet satisfying feeling. There’s this suction and water pressure that leads to a strange, tingly sensation, and you’ll only be able to go at a certain pace that’s not slow but not fast either.

“Oh my god, it feels kinda weird, but I like it,” I said.

“Oh yes, me too, baby; keep going, baby; I feel so close,” she said.

I kept going until she started shaking and cumming and started kissing me.

“Oh fuck, baby, that felt so good,” she said while kissing me.

I kept going, and it wasn’t long before I came inside her, and, man, it felt so good. We kept hugging and kissing, and she rested her head on my shoulder, staring into the sea and the sun.

Then we went out of the water and sat on the beach. I put on some music, and we ordered some drinks and snacks.

“Oh yes, I’m starving and so thirsty from the swimming,” she said, winking.

“Yeah, that was an exhausting swim,” I said.

We ate the snacks and sipped on our drinks with the music playing and the sun setting. Then we walked barefoot, hand in hand, her sandals dangling from her fingers, the waves lapping at our feet.

At one point, we stopped, and she leaned her head on my shoulder. “This feels like something out of a dream,” she whispered.

I turned to face her, brushing her hair back gently. “Everyday with you feels like a dream.”

We kissed there, slowly, deeply, with the sea singing in the background. Then we sat down on a beach towel and watched the last rays of sun fade into the sea.

Back in the room, we showered together—slow, playful, touching, laughing, our bodies slippery with soap and warmth. She turned around and looked into my eyes and whispered, “Fuck me again, baby, slowly.”

And so I did. No rush, no frenzy—just skin on skin, heartbeat to heartbeat, kisses that tasted like trust and passion. I traced every curve of her body, memorizing her again like it was the first time. We fucked until our legs trembled and our breaths grew loud, then we held each other beneath the covers, whispering sweet words to each other until sleep took us.

The next morning, I woke up early and slipped out to order breakfast to get her breakfast in bed—foul, balady bread, eggs, fresh juice, and pancakes. I brought the tray, and she was still sleeping, hair spilling across the pillow, her body barely covered by the sheets.

I sat beside her and kissed her shoulder. “Wake up, sunshine, breakfast is here.”

She smiled, stretched like a cat, and pulled me down into the bed instead. “You’re my favorite part of breakfast.”

We fed each other between kisses, wiped honey from each other’s lips, and eventually, breakfast turned into another hour under the covers filled with kisses, soft touches, and amazing slow morning sex.

That afternoon, we spent by the pool, sunbathing, sipping on iced drinks, her legs draped over mine, our fingers constantly touching. Every so often, she’d glance at me over her sunglasses, teasing me with that look I loved—the one that said, I know exactly what you’re thinking.

When we got hot, we slipped into the pool. She floated on her back while I swam toward her slowly, like a hunter stalking his prey. When I reached her, I pulled her into my arms, and she wrapped her legs around me under the water.

“This is the happiest I’ve ever been,” she said, her lips brushing mine.

“I know the feeling,” I replied. “You make life feel like magic.”

That night, we dressed up for dinner at the resort’s seaside restaurant. She wore a silky beige dress that hugged every perfect curve, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. We ate under the stars, the sound of the waves lulling us, her hand in mine across the table.

Later, back in our suite, she lit a couple of candles she had packed secretly in her bag—vanilla and rosewood. The soft scent filled the room.

“I want to dance for you,” she said, walking to the speaker and putting on the same sensual oriental music from that night back home.

She started to move slowly, hips swaying, eyes locked on mine. I sat at the edge of the bed, completely mesmerized. Her hands grazed her body, her dress slipping down her shoulders as her eyes teased me. And I knew, in that moment, I was hers—completely.

When she climbed into my lap, still moving to the rhythm of the music, I whispered in her ear, “This weekend… might be the best thing that ever happened in my life.”

She kissed me, long and deep. “You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

And then she went down on me and started sucking on my dick so fucking good as usual. Then I flipped her over on the bed and lifted her beautiful dress up and started fingering and playing with her perfect pussy until she came two times.

Then I went inside her, and it was slow and romantic. We were feeling each other’s bodies; I was sucking on her impeccable tits, and she had her legs wrapped around my waist and her arms around my neck.

We came together as we hugged so tightly, and we just stayed there for a while. We didn’t talk at all; we just kept kissing and hugging, savouring every single moment.

The next morning, the early light crept through the balcony curtains, casting a golden glow across our bed. I woke up to her breath on my neck, her arm resting gently on my chest, and her legs tangled with mine under the soft white sheets. She looked like a painting—hair messy from sleep, lips slightly parted, skin glowing with warmth.

I didn’t move. I just lay there, watching her breathe, feeling the steady rise and fall of her body, thinking how lucky I was to have her there. 

My fingertips traced the curve of her back slowly, and she stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open.

“Good morning, my love,” she whispered, her voice husky and soft.

“Good morning, beautiful,” I replied, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

She smiled and pulled herself closer to me. “Don’t let go yet.”

We stayed like that for a while—barely speaking, just holding each other, sharing silence like it was the most sacred thing. 

Eventually, I turned her gently on her back and started kissing her shoulder, then her neck, then her amazing tits. Her fingers curled in my hair as my lips made their way down her body, slowly, reverently.

“I want to worship every inch of you,” I whispered against her skin.

Her only response was a soft moan and the way her thighs opened, inviting me in. I kissed and licked every inch of her—tasting her perfect pussy, feeling her body tremble under my tongue. She kept cumming, gripping the sheets, her moans echoing through the room like music. Then she grabbed my face and pulled me up and kissed me deeply, tasting herself on my lips, and whispered, “Now put your big hard dick inside me, baby.”

We moved slowly—so slowly it felt like time itself had stopped for us. Her eyes never left mine as I kept fucking her, and we stayed that way, connected, wrapped in each other’s heat and breath, moving together like the sea just outside our window until I came inside her beautiful pussy, filling it with my cum. 

Afterward, we showered together again, then wrapped ourselves in towels and sat on the balcony, eating croissants and drinking fresh coffee, watching the waves.

Later that day, we explored the coast together. We rented a small ATV and rode along the shoreline trails, laughing, shouting over the wind. She clung to me tightly, her arms around my waist, her laughter ringing in my ears.

We stopped by a hidden beach, laid out a blanket, and ran into the sea. She ran into the waves, her white bikini clinging to her body, and I chased after her, lifting her into my arms and spinning her around. She kissed me with salty lips, giggling, “This feels like a movie.”

“It’s a movie that will never end,” I said, brushing a wet strand of hair from her face.

We stayed until sunset, lying on the sand, watching the sky melt into the sea. Her head rested on my chest, our fingers locked together, hearts beating in quiet harmony. Then we packed our stuff and headed to the suite.

Back at the suite, she surprised me with a hot bubble bath lit by more candles. We soaked in silence, her legs draped over mine, our feet touching, the scent of rosewood and vanilla lingering in the air.

“Tell me something you’ve never told anyone before,” she asked softly.

I looked into her eyes, knowing I was already more vulnerable with her than I’d ever been. “I think I’ve been waiting for you my whole life,” I said. “And now that I have you, I’m terrified of ever losing you.”

Her eyes glistened. She slid closer and held my face in her hands. “You’re never going to lose me. You’re my home, my everything.”

We kissed, deep and slow, the kind of kiss that says I’m yours, all of me. Then we dried off and spent the rest of the night on the balcony, watching the stars and the reflection of the beautiful moon on the sea with beautiful romantic songs playing, talking about everything and nothing. Then we fucked again slowly and intimately until sleep took us gently.

Our final morning felt bittersweet. We had an amazing slow morning fuck, with a tender urgency, as if trying to carve each moment into our memories. 

Afterward, we sat on the balcony wrapped in one blanket, sipping on orange juice and watching the sea.

“We don’t have to go back just yet,” she said with a dreamy voice.

I smiled and kissed her cheek. “I was just about to say the same thing.”

So we decided to stay just one more night, and I booked the suite for one more day. 

We spent the day lounging by the pool, sun-kissed and lazy. She read aloud from a book she brought, her voice soft and soothing. I traced circles on her thigh while listening. We shared stories, jokes, and dreams. We talked about places we wanted to visit, foods we wanted to try.

That night, after a candlelit dinner on the beach arranged by the resort staff, we sat barefoot in the sand. She wore a thin white dress, the moonlight making her look almost unreal. I took her hand and kissed it slowly.

“This weekend,” I said quietly, “was a lifetime inside three days.”

She looked at me, eyes full of light and emotion. “I want every weekend of my life to feel like this—with you.”

We didn’t need more words. We just stood up, walked back to our room in silence, and made love one last time with the lust and desire of people who had seen the edge of paradise and didn’t want to leave. 

We woke the next morning feeling so bitter that we had to leave, but the fun and happiness we felt during this vacation overshadowed that bitterness, and we were just so glad that we got to have an unforgettable vacation like this.