Coming back to Cairo after that magical weekend in the North Coast felt like re-entering reality—but this time, it was different. It wasn’t dull or grey. It was like the city had changed colour, like everything around me had been touched by her warmth. The traffic, the noise, the rush of everyday life—it all felt softer, easier, as long as she was beside me.
Each morning, before I left for work, I’d take a moment just to look at her. She’d be lying on her side, hair spread across the pillow, face completely peaceful. I’d bend down, press my lips gently to her forehead, and whisper something like, “I love you,” or “Sleep a little more, angel.” Sometimes she’d mumble, “Be safe, my love,” her voice still soaked in sleep, and it would stay with me all day.
We found a rhythm. Even when we were apart, we stayed connected—sending each other voice notes, texts, random selfies, or inside jokes. And I’d count down the moments until I could hold her again in my arms.
We made it a point to never let our love feel like a routine. Sometimes, she’d surprise me with a homemade meal, wearing nothing but one of my shirts. Other nights, I’d light a few candles in the living room, put on our favourite playlist, and dance with her barefoot, slowly, like the rest of the world had disappeared.
Even on our quietest nights—just cuddling on the couch with popcorn, watching a feel-good movie—it felt special. She’d curl into me, her head on my chest, fingers tracing lazy circles on my stomach. Sometimes we’d fall asleep just like that, limbs tangled, heartbeats syncing in the dark.
Sex wasn’t the centre of it, but when it happened, it felt like an extension of everything else we shared. It was our favourite way of expressing our never-ending love to each other. A physical love note we wrote to each other over and over again. And even when it wasn’t about that, I’d still look for ways to show her how much she meant to me—when she was stressed, I’d rub her back, whisper encouragements, bring her snacks, draw her a bath, or just wrap my arms around her and remind her that nothing could hurt her while she was in my arms.
One night, while we were curled up watching a movie, I looked over at her and said, “You know what?”
She looked up with that little smile. “What?”
“I don’t want to wait for life to give us perfect moments. I want to create them. Every month this summer, I want us to travel together.”
She sat up a little, eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Are you serious?”
“Completely. One week in June, one in July, and one in August. We’ll pick three beautiful places. Start with something romantic and dreamy.”
She smiled so wide I felt like my chest might burst. “Where are we going first?”
“Hurghada. I already looked up the perfect hotel, KaiSol Romance Resort Sahl Hasheesh,” I said, pulling out my phone. “We’re staying in the honeymoon suite—huge balcony, Jacuzzi, insane views over the Red Sea.”
Her hand flew to her mouth, her eyes glistening. “You’re kidding.”
I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. We spent the rest of the night planning it—scrolling through hotel photos, laughing about outfits, making playlists for the trip. She kept saying she couldn’t believe it. But I meant every word. I was all in.
And I don’t know what it is, guys, but whenever we go to a hotel or a resort, I always feel that sensual energy everywhere. Even when I was younger, when I would go on vacations with my parents, I would always get that feeling. I would see a lot of couples around the resort and I would just fantasize and dream about having a girlfriend and spending a vacation with her instead of being with my parents, and all the things we would do together: going to the beach for a swim, having a romantic dinner, and all the sex that we’d have, which sadly never happened. That’s why I love going to hotels and resorts, especially now with Amoula. Every time we travel to a resort, we both get charged with this energy, which leads to an unforgettable experience.
We drove to Hurghada on a warm June morning. The sun was already blazing, and the sea shimmered like a thousand diamonds spread across the horizon. The second we stepped into the hotel, I saw the way her face lit up. She looked at me with that excited, soft look—the one that always made me fall in love all over again.
We got to the suite, and as soon as I opened the door, we both froze for a second. The place was breath-taking. White linen curtains swayed in the sea breeze, the balcony doors opened onto a panoramic view of the Red Sea, and the private outdoor Jacuzzi in the huge terrace surrounded by soft lights and rose petals.
“Baby…” she whispered, stepping inside.
I wrapped my arms around her from behind. “Worth it?”
She leaned back into me and nodded. “So much more than worth it.”
I set our bags down and walked with her to the huge balcony. We stood there for a while in silence, just soaking it in—the sound of the waves, the warm wind, the sense that we were far away from everything and everyone.
“Let’s make this week unforgettable,” I said, turning her toward me.
She smiled up at me, eyes full of love. “We already have.”
We were too tired from the ride, so we just took a nice shower and got some sleep.
We woke up at night, got dressed, and headed to dinner in this fancy, romantic restaurant. It was incredible—everything: the food, the staff, the atmosphere.
Then we headed back to the suite. We were still a little bit tired, but that didn’t stop us from having amazing sex.
We started kissing and feeling each other’s bodies, and then I laid her on the bed and started lifting her dress slowly while feeling and kissing every single inch of her beautiful legs and thighs until I reached her glorious pussy. I buried my face in it; I couldn’t get enough of it. I swear sometimes eating her pussy and seeing the look on her face while she’s cumming satisfies me more than cumming myself.
“Oh baby, please put your dick inside me; I want it so bad,” she said.
I grabbed my dick and started smacking her pussy with it, and with each time, she’d shiver and moan and beg me to put it in until I put it all the way in, and she let out a long, loud moan that made me go hard and fast even though I like it slow.
“Oh fuck, baby, I’m cumming,” she screamed.
I pulled my dick out, and she came and squirted a lot, and I put my dick inside her instantly. After a couple of thrusts, she started cumming again, and I did it again.
“Oh fuck, baby, please, I can’t take it anymore,” she said as she stood up and grabbed my dick and started sucking on it while she gave her pussy a break.
After a while, I felt I was about to cum, but I wanted to cum inside her pussy and fill it up until it started to drip. So I grabbed her for a kiss and lay on her while still kissing and holding each other’s hands until I filled her with my cum, and that sight of her beautiful pussy with my cum dripping from it never fails to satisfy me. We stayed in each other’s arms for a while until we drifted off to sleep.
The soft morning light crept in through the balcony doors, painting her bare skin with golden warmth. I woke up before her, just to watch her sleep—her face so peaceful, her lips slightly parted, the curve of her body under the sheets like art. I gently brushed her hair from her face and kissed her shoulder, breathing in her scent.
She stirred with a smile, eyes still half-closed. “Good morning, my love.”
“Morning, beautiful,” I whispered, kissing her again. “Let’s go watch the sunrise together.”
We stepped out onto the balcony, wrapped in a single light blanket, and watched the sun rise slowly over the sea. The sky lit up in soft pinks and oranges, and the world felt so still, like it was made just for us in that moment.
Later, we changed into swimwear—her in a white bikini that made her look like a goddess—and walked to the beach, hand in hand.
The sand was warm, and the sea calm. We set up in a cabana, where I spread out soft towels and lay down beside her, feeding her slices of mango and chilled grapes.
“Let’s go for a swim,” she said, her eyes playful.
I followed her into the water, watching how it hugged her curves as she waded in. We swam, splashed, floated on our backs side by side. Then we snorkelled together, marvelling at the coral reefs and rainbow-colored fish. She’d grab my hand underwater and pull me toward something beautiful, and I’d stare at her more than the sea life—because nothing out there compared to her beauty.
By noon, we were lying back under the sun, her head on my chest, our legs intertwined. We napped for a while, wrapped in the sound of the waves, and when we woke, we ate lunch on the beach—grilled seafood, fresh salad, and ice-cold drinks.
Around late afternoon, we walked back to our suite, the golden light of the setting sun beginning to fall across the sea. I poured us a drink, and we took it to the round bed by the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The view was unreal—flames of orange and pink bleeding into the water, the sun dipping low, casting a halo around her. She stood by the window in nothing but a silky robe, her hair still wet from the beach. The sunset bathed her in a warm glow, making her look almost unreal.
“Come here,” I said softly, reaching for her hand.
She climbed onto the bed slowly, letting the robe slip off her shoulders, revealing her sun-kissed skin. I kissed her as she straddled my lap, her hands running through my hair, our foreheads touching.
The love we made that evening wasn’t fast or wild—it was slow, deep, and full of feeling. She moved on top of me gently, her eyes locked with mine, her breath shaky with pleasure. The golden light framed her body as she rode me, her hands on my chest, her hair falling over her shoulders.
I ran my hands over her waist, her thighs, her back, kissing her neck and whispering everything I felt.
“You’re everything I want,” I told her, kissing the curve of her jaw.
“And you’re everything I need,” she whispered back.
We moved together in rhythm with the waves outside—fluid, sensual, unhurried. Her moans mixed with the distant sound of the sea, and the sunset behind her turned the whole room into a dream.
I started eating her pussy while facing the sunset, and the view of her beautiful face with her messy hair and the beautiful sunset behind her turned me on so much. It was one of the most beautiful views my eyes had ever seen.
I couldn’t wait to put my dick inside her, so I grabbed it and slid it right in, and my god, I was looking at an unbelievable view: her beautiful, flawless body, her impeccable tits jiggling up and down, her beautiful face with her sexy expressions, her soft moans bringing music to my ear, and the incredible view of the sun sinking into the sea.
We were going slow and intimate; every touch and moan were so romantic and hot, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony like sea waves.
I love missionary so much, but I switched to doggy style, and oh my god, I felt like I was in heaven, her beautiful, incredible ass bouncing on my dick and turning red from my soft spanks, her beautiful messy wet hair spread across her back. It wasn’t long before I felt it coming, and so did she.
When we came, it was as if the whole world stopped for a moment—just us, tangled in love, breathless and still. She collapsed onto my chest, and I held her tightly, my fingers tracing the lines of her back.
“I never want to forget this moment,” she whispered.
“You won’t,” I said. “Because we’ll keep making more just like it.”
And we lay there until the last light faded from the sky, wrapped in each other, with the taste of salt on our lips and the feeling of forever in our hearts.
We woke up the next morning feeling sad because we’re leaving, but the fun and joy we had in this trip were more than enough to overshadow this sadness.
As we packed our bags, we kept remembering all the amazing unforgettable moments we had—the laughter, the fun, and the sex.
