0 comments/ 12858 views/ 0 favorites Love Letter By: ruralgoddess Your arms surround me, the warmth of your love permeating my skin, my blood, my bones. The world disappears and there is nothing else, only you... Your kisses leave a trail of fire across my neck and shoulders, the wetness of your tongue on my skin only adding to the flames that erupt in my brain and flow through my eyes as we gaze at each other. My love flows into you like a swelling tide. Your hands caress me, wandering over my body like a minstrel of old, playing a familiar song that echoes through my veins, serenading my heart and my body and hinting of the pleasures that await us. I press myself to you, flesh against flesh, yearning for the moment we become one, joining together in that total surrender of self to love. I feel your desire growing as our bodies fuse from toes to lips. Our mouths become a conduit for our heat, our tongues entwined, swimming together in a sea of passion. Your hands leave a trail of fire from my shoulders along my back, sliding down to cup the curves below. My hands play on your shoulders and chest, finding the most sensitive places to tease with my lips and tongue. My lips trace a moist path to your neck as I inhale your masculine scent. Your essence is an ember ever glowing in my mind, providing the heat for my dreams. I breathe deeply of you, fueling the glow of arousal that fills my body. You bend your head to mine and suckle at my mouth as if trying to draw the very core of me into you, trying to taste my very soul. I return your ardent kiss with a fevered moan, my hips lifting to you, inviting you, begging you to fill my need. You lift yourself above me, your muscles taut, your eyes burning with love and desire. Like a flower, petals glistening with morning dew, I open to you my sun, my life's light. You slide into me as if returning to that place where you belong, caressing the depths of me with your manliness, joining me to you completely. We move as one in a dance as old as time itself, a sweet tango of life and love. Hotter grow the flames within as our bodies thrust toward one another, building a bonfire that will eventually consume us, melting us into one being. We give freely of ourselves, each seeking the ultimate fulfillment of the other. My body shudders, then convulses around you, wildfire racing through my veins. Like a volcano you erupt within me, your molten flow the final fuel as we are consumed, our heat a flash that forever fuses our hearts. We lay together, the raging fire now a gentle glow warming the night around us. You smile and kiss my half closed eyelids, whispering, "I love you." My lips curve sweetly with my reply, "You are my heart..." and we curl around each other to dream of the perfection of our love. Love Letter HI Marie, How are you today? I am well, enjoying the good weather. Today I went to Musselburgh, I sometimes go there when I want to be on my own. There are lots of open spaces and plenty of nature (mainly birds) to watch and enjoy. When I walked past a certain place a memory stirred and I enjoyed it. Then my mind turned to thoughts of you and Hazel. Confused? Let me tell you a story (true story). While walking in this area of Musselburgh (near the racecourse) two years ago I noticed a young couple (male and female) wander into some trees (actually there are areas of substantial forestation). I got curious and followed. I don't think they saw me, they acted like they hadn't. But you never know. I found them kissing passionately in a small clearing. Already the girl had the boys cock out and was massaging it. Slowly he started to lift her skirt, she wasn't wearing any knickers. Suddenly they stopped and she turned to face me, I thought I was caught. Instead she bent forward and balanced herself against a tree. I heard the girl groan as the boy entered her from behind. By this point my hand was already inside my jeans and caressing my pussy through the material of my knickers. The girl stood up and the boy lifted the from of her skirt. With the sight of the girls clean shave pussy my hand dived inside my knickers and a finger shot up my pussy, but this wasn't enough. I tore my jeans and knickers down, leaned back against a tree, two fingers of one hand dived up my soaking pussy, the middle finger of the other hand found my hard clit and started to rub it. The girl stretched her hands back and caressed his head as he tried to devour her neck. Meanwhile one of his hands found her clit, and the other started to lift the girls t-shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra either! The girl closed her eyes as he nibbled and bit the girls neck and his hands explored every inch of her exposed flesh. The girl's moans and groans carried to me on the wind urging me on. As her groans got louder I reached the top of the cliff and was ready to jump off. The girl screamed, "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum" and he shouted, "Yes! Yes!". In unison they shouted, "I'm cumin" and that was it. I jumped off the cliff and came like it was my first one. All three of us came together. I slipped to the ground when my knees weakened and couldn't hold me any longer. My body writhed with pleasure and my juices soaked my hand. One I could breath evenly again I brought my hands up to my mouth and tasted myself for the first time. The young couple had disappeared, but I just sat there enjoying the warm remnants of sexual pleasure. Once I recovered I went home for a long hot soak in the bath. As I lay in the bath, bubbles up to my chin, I played the scene in my memory and with the thought of it I started to caress my breasts. When my finger found my clit, I was so turned on that just touching it was enough to give me a mild, but very pleasant orgasm. There are advantages to being bi. Although girls make better, more considerate lovers, it is still sometimes nice to feel a real cock throbbing inside you as the guy fills you with his spunk. Why am I telling you this, knowing that you are lesbian? Well, this is the incident I was thinking about this afternoon as I walked past a copse of trees. I couldn't find the exact spot, but I only needed enough trees to hide me from prying eyes. Instead of playing the above incident through my mind, I leaned against a tree and thought of you and Hazel. Closing my eye, I imagined that it was you two that I stumbled upon in the trees. You have been out all day enjoying the good weather and need to let nature take its course. There are no facilities close by so you go into the trees looking for somewhere to do the business. I follow, unseen to watch what happens. Transfixed my eyes open wide as you lift your skirt and pull down your knickers. I expect you to crouch down, instead your look right at me and indicate that I should come over. A little embaressed and very nervous I came to you. You make me kneel on the ground in front of you and pull my head to your pussy. My hands are starting to exploring my own pussy and I take a deep intake of breath as yellow fluid dribbles from you and down my chin. You are pissing in my mouth. I lap it up, swallowing some, allowing some to splash my face. As I drink, you push down on my face and all of a sudden you anus starts to open. I push three fingers up your hot, wet pussy while I suck, lick and nibble your clit. As the crap makes its escape, my fingers go in and out of your pussy harder and faster. The turd breaks free and falls to the ground and your body shudders as you climax. Your cum mixes with pee on my face and it is too much for me. I cum too. Expecting you to return the compliment I move away and lie back in the undergrowth. Pushing my hips in the air, I pull her skirt up. I watch as you kneel between my legs and ease my knickers down. As you bend forward to give attention to my pussy I close my eyes and enjoy as you explore my, and the inside of my pussy with your tongue. As you feast on my pussy your hand goes between my legs. I feel you fingers enter my and push my hips up to welcome them. When you touch my clit again it is too much for me and I cum. You stand up and wander up towards my head. Kneeling down you push your pussy into my face and lean forward. Your fingers spread the lips of my pussy wider and I hear you say, "I'm ready." All of a sudden a fountain of rich yellow fluid erupts from me, you lean forward and it splashes all over your face. As the flow starts to ease your head dives between my legs and you greedily drink the last of my pee. You spread my pussy lips further and find my clit with your mouth. It is as if you have never done this before. Licking, biting, sucking. Harder and harder. Our bodies writhe together in a magical rhythm as we both race towards another climax. My own body races towards another cliff. I watch as your movements increase in passion and speed. And I attack your pussy with my mouth. Licking, biting, sucking. Harder and harder. Your body starts to shudder with the electricity of orgasm, my own hits. I jump off the cliff as your own groans peak and my body is racked with pulses of wave after wave of ecstasy. I close my eyes to enjoy the warmth of the moment, to revel in post orgasm lightness and my mind drifts off into nothingness. When I open my eyes you friend are gone. I may never see you again, but you will never leave me. This has turned me on so much, I have to go and take care of things. ;) Please send me your photos of you and some of lesbian action. Best wishes, Erica Love Letter As we sleep, it becomes cooler, causing me to wake and pull the blankets to warm us. My gentle movements cause you to stir as I lay back down. You snuggle closer to me, our naked bodies pressing against each other. Laying your head back on my chest, I gently stroke your hair as I fall back asleep. I wake a little while later to find you stroking my limp cock with your hand. You gaze up at me as my eyes open. "I thought you would never wake, lover," you say with a gleam in your eyes. Not wanting to discourage you, I smile with a broad grin on my face. "Love, I thought that you would be fully satisfied after our last lovemaking session." I say rather weakly. "Are you kidding, after that? It made me so horny that I have to have you again. Just thinking about it is driving me crazy with desire." "As you wish, lover. But you must come up her so we can both have something to do." I say with a wicked gleam in my eyes. You flip around with the grace of a dancer and straddle my face. Your smooth cunt just inches from my face, you lean forward and begin to kiss my limp cock and balls. I begin to kiss the outer folds of your cunt as you take my now semi erect cock into your mouth. You begin sucking on my cock as you hold the base, moving your head up and down. While you are doing this, I begin to slowly part your pussy lips with my tongue. You taste wonderful. You juices begin to flow as I continue to work my tongue in an upward stroke. I slowly make my way to your clit. My hands are gently squeezing your butt and helping to keep you in place as I locate your clit. You moan with my cock in your mouth causing a shiver to go through me. I begin to tease your clit, ever so softly, with the tip of my tongue. Lightly flicking it back and forth across your love button, you begin to squirm and release my cock from your mouth. You continue to stroke it up and down with your hands, your saliva glistening on the thick, heavily veined shaft occasionally kissing the deep purple head. As I increase in tempo with my tongue, you begin to rock back and forth in a slow dance of ecstasy. You get up, and turning around quickly, sit back down on my face. Pulling my hands up to your glorious breasts, you begin to moan louder. My hands begin to lightly trace around your areola, avoiding the nipples for now. You begin to arch your back, and placing your hands behind you on my thighs for support, begin to grind your pussy into my face. As I continue to tongue fuck you, you begin to shudder as an orgasm enters your body. "Oh yes. That's it. Give it to me lover. Tease my clit. Harder, give it to me harder." Encouraged by you, begin to focus my attention on your clit. I begin to lip bite it and suck on it gently as you scream in ecstasy. I continue to administer to your clit as you scream and thrash around as multiple orgasms rip through you. When you finally are done with your orgasm, you are sweaty and breathing heavily. Staring down at me, you smile wickedly. "Hey love, let's try something new." "Now what my love?" I ask as you climb off me. With a bounce in your step, you walk over to your pack and pull out a set of black silk cords. With a devious smile on your face you leap back onto the bed. You begin to hook the cords to your wrists and ankles. "I want to be tied up," you say with a nasty smile on your face. "As you wish sweetie." I say. With shaking hands I begin to tie the loose ends to the bedposts, making sure that they are just tight enough to provide some resistance, but not so tight as to prevent you from squirming around on the bed. When all four straps are tied, I stand next to the bed and gaze at you, transfixed by your beauty. I walk over to the window and draw the curtain shut, closing of the outside lights. The room darkens considerably. As I walk back to the bed, I bump into the small bedside table, knocking over the unlit candle. Picking it up, I have a nasty idea enter my head. Upon lighting the candle, I wait for the flame to steady itself, before dripping some of the wax on my forearm. Finding that the candle wax has a very low melting point, I smile evilly. "What do you think you are going to do?" you ask with a slight quiver in your voice. "Nothing that you don't want to sweetie." Setting the candle down, I lay down beside you. Reaching over I begin to fondle your left breast. As my hand is paying close attention to the areola and nipple, you begin to close your eyes. Massaging your left breast, I position myself so that I can kiss your right breast. Kissing ever so softly around the nipple, it is soon standing erect and just begging to be taken into my mouth. As your breathing increases, I slowly draw your nipple into my mouth and slowly swirl my tongue around it. Appling a gentle but firm suction to your nipple, you begin to moan quietly, your arms straining against they're bounds. As I suck gently on your nipple, my hand begins to slowly move down your taunt stomach. Creeping ever slower to your navel, it slowly inches forward, inch by agonizing inch. Your stomach flutters as your breathing increases. I slowly begin to encircle by fingertip around your belly button, causing your abdomen to contract. Your stomach expands and contracts as I slowly trail my finger to your pelvic area. Your legs are straining in their restraints as your breathing increases. I slowly release your nipple from between my lips and begin to kiss my way slowly down your stomach as my fingers trail up and down your inner thighs, stopping just short of your smoothly shaved pussy. You begin to whimper in frustration as I kiss the pubic area, but not actually engaging in parting your lips or teasing your clit. I gently kiss you on the outer lips of your pussy, causing you to gyrate your hips towards my lips. I pull back and you whimper louder in pure frustration. "Please, please, please give me what I want lover." You whimper to me in a piteous tone. "Not yet, love. I am enjoying this and want to prolong it for a while yet." I say rather mischievously. With a smile on my face I reach over and grab the nipple chain. I gently attach the loops to your erect nipples and lay the chain between your two glorious, perfect breasts. The chain is cool on your skin and you moan softly in pleasure as you wiggle back and forth, causing the chain to tug and pull on your nipples. As the chain moves around on your smooth skin, a slight sheen is forming on your skin as you begin to perspire causing you to become hot and in need of cooling down a little. I position myself close to your breasts and blow softly across them. Goose bumps form where the sweat has started to cool down on your skin, causing your nipples to become even more erect. I slowly work my way down to your navel, gently blowing across your hot skin as I go, leaving a trail of goose bumps as I do. Positioning myself between your legs, I reach up with both hands and gently part your labia, revealing your hood and clit. I gently blow across your love button and you moan in pleasure. As I continue to gently blow, your clit begins to become aroused and slowly retracts from the hood. I continue to blow, softer this time, as dampness forms around your clit. It begins to quiver up and down as I continue to blow softly across it. Your moaning increases, the softer I blow, the louder you moan. My tongue snakes out and gently rubs against your love button, causing you to scream in delight. "Oh god. What are you doing to me? PLEASE DON"T STOP." Encouraged by your words, I continue to alternate between blowing and lightly flicking your clit. I wet a finger with my saliva and gently part your pussy with it. Slowly inserting my finger into you, I continue to excite your clit. Slowly sawing my finger in and out, you begin to thrust into my hand. As I slowly work my finger in and out, I work my thumb up, and on the in stroke, gently bump your clit. After three or four strokes of this, you begin to shudder. "OH YES. FUCK ME NOW." I speed up and continue to finger fuck you as I work a second finger in. You buck like a wild horse against my hand, screaming for more as you do. I manage to work in a third finger by this time as you are literally thrashing around on the bed against your restraints in pure orgasmic bliss. You scream and moan for what seems like forever as I continue to finger fuck you. As your multiple orgasms subside, you stare at me in wild lust. "I must have your cock inside me NOW." Not wanting to disappoint you, I position myself between your legs and lower my cock to your labia. Slowly moving the head your labia to ensure that I am fully lubed up, I slowly part your labia with the head of my cock. You shriek in delight as I slowly thrust in and out, gently inserting my cock a little at a time. When our pubic areas meet, you scream as another orgasm is starting. Encouraged by this reaction, I begin to thrust into you like a possessed animal. You scream and moan in utter bliss as sweat begins to form on my body. As I continue to thrust into you, you meet my thrusts. Arching your back, I place my hands under you to help support your weight. We continue our love making for several minutes until you begin to feel my cock pulse with pre orgasmic spasms. "Come on lover. Give it to me. I want you to come inside me." "Grrrrrr…I'm trying to." I say as sweat is pouring off our bodies. Another massive orgasm rips through your tiny frame as I begin to orgasm. You feel my cock jump and pulse as I unload a batch of semen into you as you have the biggest orgasm in your life. I continue to thrust into you as you emit loud grunting noises until your orgasm is over. You collapse into the bed as I pull out of you and begin to remove the restraints. "I do love you. With all my heart." "I know you do, and I love you as well." We crawl back into bed in each other's arms for the remainder of the night. Each of us is in utter bliss as we drift off to sleep. Dreaming of our wedding day and the joyous celebration to be had afterwards. Love Letter This is a love letter. You are away for a much-needed rest, and I am (sighhhh) left to my own devices. I'm thinking way too much and gasping far too little with ached-for orgasmic paroxysms. The ones only you can give me. The ones with you that transport me whenever we're together. And while I know you're overworked and should be taking far more time off than you are right now, I miss you. I miss you in a poetic way. I put your picture up on my computer screen and touch my fingers to it, stroking downwards as if I knew you had suddenly stopped to touch your face, knowing they were my fingertips. I feel almost guilty, my heart aching with longing for you. I find I want to sneak looks at your image without you knowing it. But I know you. I know me. I know us. And I know you sense me. You know exactly how I'm feeling right now. I reread your poems, snippets and stanzas you've written extemporaneously for me. Watching each line as it appears, drinking in the sentiments spoken and pregnantly not verbalized. Reading each line aloud, whispered, hearing your deep rumbling baritone just over my own voice. Closing my eyes, hands attempting to fully cover my aching breasts as if I were in your arms. I miss you with a depth that startles me. My life, as harried and happy and way too full as it is, seems strangely empty. I feel poignancy, a chasm of feeling somewhere deep. You reside in the place you have always known how to delve mischievously into, when it comes to me. My thighs have somehow parted without my knowledge as I think of you biting my shoulder just hard enough to hold me perfectly still while your massive hands coax me into a wetness that smooshes and squishes with wanton promise. Such is the state you drive me to with a word, a touch or, apparently, a thought. I miss you in an elemental way. Our love is earthy, poetic, demanding, raw. We scale the range of many emotional octaves. One moment, we can be arguing about politics until I wonder what planet you could possibly have just arrived from. Then, in conciliatory murmurs, we become tender and exquisitely loving, expressing as much in our silences as we do with words and touches. In the blink of an eye, embroiled in a primal tryst that takes my breath away for days every time I remember...relish...savor.... I miss your eroticism. No one has ever known how to make me cum over and over again the way you can. Until I can take no more and must beg you, finally, to cum with me. The feel of your shaft entering me, filling me, spreading my lips wider with each raging thrust is more than I can bear. Hearing you groan and snuffle like the wild thing you are. Hands on my hips from behind to grind deeper and deeper into my pussy, your scent and presence pushing me over the edge to gush copiously over your shaft. I love it most when you push my thighs apart, pulling my ankles over your shoulders. Watching you on your knees, fucking me harder and harder as I struggle to grip you ever tighter with my pussy muscles, the need to push my hips harder still to meet yours, hips slapping, the scent of our sex raw, our thrashing feeling like a scream sounds. Only you know how to make me swoon with each thrust. Only you have that animal primality that makes me wet for you within seconds. And that sweet, hot urgency never seems to fade over time or through difficulties. I am moth to your flame, I am the answer to your call, and I am here to serve your needs because you feel the same way about me. Shhhhhhh, my bard. From wherever you are, taking respite from the world's demands and clamoring be still, utterly unmoving. Imagine me, my mouth against your mouth, reciting erotic poetry. Feel my tongue between syllables, soft licks. You know well the poem that drives me wild. It's the poem I love to whisper to you with breathy, short gasps interspersed by low moans. Helen Chasin's, "The Word 'Plum'." Ah, yes, you breathe. That one. My tongue nips your lower lip as I whisper, "...taut skin pierced, bitten, provoked into juice, and tart flesh..." and you respond, your thick fingers slipping between the hot, wet folds of my labia. My mouth traces to your nipple, biting and provoking your response as I slowly breathe my favorite love-word. Each syllable strums electrically, zinging through your nerve endings: "palpable." My love, whisper it now, while you read this, "palpable." Like a heartbeat. Two heartbeats. Yours and mine. Ah, as I write, I pause, my eyes glazing, energy focused on the tight, thick tingling between my thighs. The fingers of one hand slip down, thighs opening of their own accord, spreading my lips open with my index and ring fingers, my middle finger stroking up and down my slit, pulling my fingers up to expose my clit. Mmmmm, my beloved, I am so wet for you. I rub, imagining that you're gazing with hunger at the core of my pussy, your tongue raking and flicking over my clit, and I mooaaannnnnnnn long. As if I could will you here through sheer need. Rubbing faster and faster, concentrating on my clit, I bring myself just to the point of orgasm before stopping. I will not cum, yet. I want you to read this when you return. And stroke your shaft slowly while you wait for me to find you. Ahhh. I love your virility. It permeates me. My soul misses yours, even as I know we're never truly apart. No man can evoke in me the feelings, the depth of being, the sheer longing and need the way you can. I love you. I love you for exactly who you are, simply because it IS the way you are. I don't want to change you, and I don't need you to change. You fulfill me. In every way. That's the kind of man you are. You've awaken in me the woman I always knew was there, but other men were too busy needing me to be strong for them. You are the only man who has ever demanded my all. The only man I've ever whispered, "I need you" to, because I know you need me to need you. With you, I can be soft. And in that softness for you, I have found a strength I've never known. I can be. Gaze down, baby, at your hand stroking your shaft. With your other hand, roll and massage your head. Precum glistens, now. Rub it into your skin. Yes. Like that. You know that your hands are my mouth, me kneeling before you in total submission, fucking you with my mouth, sliding down to the base of your shaft, sucking hard while I drag my red lipsticked mouth upwards. Your hips guiding my rhythm. Pausing before slipping my mouth down again, fingers circled around your base. Holding very still, your cock filling my mouth. And moaning. Long. Low. Feral.......Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Moaning...until you feel the reverberation clear down to your toes, making them curl tightly. Stroke a little harder, beloved, a little faster. Ah, but don't cum. Not yet. And I won't either. Not until we can cum together, feel the rolling and rush of our orgasms together. I struggled for days, you know, wanting to tell you how much I miss you, and how I'm feeling. I stared at this computer screen, silent, empty, the way I feel deep inside until you're here, with me, again. How to begin? What words could I possibly start with to describe all the ways I miss you, need you, long for you--love you? And then I heard it, like a whisper at my throat: This is a love letter. -for Animal Love Letter * * * * * Click Here to listen. (2 min/RealMedia) You need Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * I get an e-mail at work from my lady. Seems she woke up this morning, wet. My attention is instantly seized. A second e-mail hits my in-box. She will need to relieve herself before she heads to work. I'm starting to squirm in my chair. A third e-mail arrives. She has a toy that I gave her nestled inside her. She's holding it in with her heel as she types. She explains that it may be the remembrance of porn she was looking at earlier, or the lube left over from our playtime the previous evening, or the memory thereof. I can't take it any more. I want her. I want to feel my cock inside her. I want to feel her hips move against my pubic bone as I thrust into her. I want to feel my cock expand inside her, and her pussy yield to my onslaught. I hurry to the men's bathroom. Fortunately, I'm one of the few men on my floor. I enter a stall, and close the door. Quickly, I unfasten my belt, and push my briefs down. I am fully erect at the thought of her with that toy inside her, where I want to be. I can feel her grip me, as my hand encircles my cock. There are drops of precum already at the opening. I pump myself in the rhythmic, urgent sense that I would if I were with her, feeling myself slide in and out of her sweet pussy. I can imagine her face, see every line, hear her breathing, moaning under me. Her hands pulling me deeper into her, between her legs. I can feel my cum building. I am about to explode. I hold the TP at the end of my cock to catch my cum. It's a strain to remain quiet as my balls empty. The TP is soaked through from the copious cum. I drop it into the toilet, and grab more to clean my hands. I return to my desk, sated, hoping that you are, too, my love. Love Letter I love you. I've wanted to tell you that for months now. I'm in love with you. I hadn't expected it to happen. But it did. And now I can't stop thinking about you. I know that when Jackie first introduced us to one another, you made it clear that you weren't looking for romance, and I was fine with that at the time. I hadn't expected to fall for you. I've spent these past few months hoping and praying that you've seen in me a little bit of what I've seen in you. That you've started feeling more for me than just the level of 'friendship with benefits' that we started out with. I want to move beyond what we have now. I'm not talking about the sex -- although, after all these months of our little oral get-togethers, I do dream of finally making love to you for real. But what I really want is for us to move from our usual physical connection in the bedroom to an actual relationship. The reason that I haven't told you how I feel before now is because of the fear that you would reject me . . . and leave me. And I knew that I could not live without you in my life. But my feelings for you continue to grow. You are becoming my life. You are beautiful, and sexy, and smart, and funny. And while I once simply thought I couldn't bear to live without you in my life, I now know that I simply cannot live without you. And now Valentine's Day is upon us, and I find the perfect opportunity to tell you these things. These things that I cannot seem to find the courage to speak out loud, to simply tell you face-to-face. You've infiltrated my heart and my mind and my very soul. And I surrender to you. I am yours. Do with me what you will. But please, please . . . tell me that you love me. Tell me that you— * ** *** ** * "Stop." The command came soft and breathily as Elena lay there, almost panting. "That's enough . . . stop, stop, stop . . ." She reached down and pushed his head away from her now too-sensitive clit. Away from her well-eaten pussy. Rory took the hint and moved out from between her legs altogether. He sat naked on his heels by her feet, just watching her chest rise and fall as she lay there in post-orgasmic bliss. He visually absorbed every inch of her, from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. Dark red toenails to (currently mussed) stylishly short brown hair. Her pretty face, sweaty and flushed from cumming so hard. The goose-bumps on her chest (same cause). Her small, perfectly round breasts with their rock hard nipples reaching for the ceiling. Down her flat stomach to the hairless Y-junction that his head had just been exiled from. Her powerful legs, her— She opened one eye and looked down the bed at him. "Quit staring at me. It's creeping me out. Come lay down." He smiled. "On my way." He crawled up the bed and laid down beside her, wrapping an arm around her. She turned onto her side and pressed her back into his front. Into his physically fit body. He was by no means an Adonis figure, but still quietly proud of the results of his gym membership. "Just hold me for a little bit, 'kay, Rory?" "Okay." A little while later, Elena finally spoke, ending their unspoken agreement to just enjoy being in each other's arms in silence. "Have I ever told you just how damn good you are at that?" Rory smiled. "Once or twice, yeah. But it's not like I'm going to get tired of hearing it." "You are so damn good at eating pussy that . . . that . . ." Elena searched for the right conclusion to her thought. "That you made me cum. You made me cum, and you made me cum hard." He chuckled a little, and laid his head down on her shoulder, his blond ponytail curling partway around her arm. "Hey, not every guy can do that. The two guys I dated before you certainly couldn't." "I've heard rumors to that effect, yes." "The last guy not only wasn't nearly as good as you, but he couldn't ever keep at it long enough to get me off." Rory could only see the back of her head, but he just knew she had a cute little mock pout on her lips. "That's sad." "It is sad. Not just for me, who had to resort to the big, noisy vibrator of doom every time he went home, but also for him." She exhaled a great exaggerated sigh before continuing. "He had this great little pussy in front of him, and couldn't do anything with it. What a poor, stupid man." "Sad, sad, sad," Rory agreed. "There are starving children in third world countries who go to bed hungry each night, dreaming of eating a pussy like this." Elena pushed out of his embrace, and rolled over to face him. She quirked an inquisitive eyebrow at him, as if awaiting a response. "What?" She was fighting an emerging sly grin, trying to keep it from spreading across her face. "What did you just say?" Rory thought for a moment. "It was a joke. I said, 'There are—'" The sly grin won. "Children?" "Huh." Rory took another moment to think it through. "You know, I think that came out wrong." The look of concern on his face made her giggle again. Her giggle made his cock twitch. "It was a good joke in my head before I gave voice to it. Then it went all wrong on me. Can we just forget that I said anything?" She settled back down on the bed, out of his embrace, still facing him. "Since your mouth has other talents, we'll allow you a pass on that. Anyway, the guy before the guy before you? He had absolutely zero technique. It was like he thought that my clit was a light switch, and he just kept trying to turn it on and off again with his tongue." Rory had another joke at the ready -- about how that guy had obviously learned his oral sex techniques from Mister Miyagi: "Paint the fence, Daniel-san . . . up! . . . down! . . . up! . . . down!" -- but thought that there was too much that could have gone wrong with it after the 'starving children' fiasco. Not the least of which was the concern that she might not have seen the "Karate Kid" movies, and would miss the reference altogether. Fortunately for him, another piece of witty banter popped into his head. "Maybe he wasn't really trying to get you off. Maybe he was just trying to get your lights to flicker." Elena noticed that a few wisps of hair had escaped his ponytail and were running wild. She reached out and brushed them away from his eyes. "You make my lights flicker. Power surges, power outage, the whole bit. Once you get down there, your tongue just goes wild." "Well, I do what I can." "I was wondering just what exactly it was you really do when you're down there." 'I think about the day when I'll actually get up enough courage to tell you how I feel about you,' Rory thought. And then he actually said, "What do you mean?" "I was reading this article the other day on how to perform cunnilingus—" "You were reading an article on how to eat pussy?" Rory took the opportunity to return Elena's earlier quirked eyebrow to her. She playfully ran one finger down the length of his nose. "Well . . . yeah. Like I said, I was curious about what you guys all do down there. Anyway, one of the tips the article gave was to not just lick up and down or back and forth, but to do things like trace patterns over the clit with your tongue. It suggested things like letters and numbers and stuff. Is that your secret?" "I hadn't realized it was a secret, but yeah. I do that." "Ha! I knew it! You get down there and you write the alphabet on my little love button? You get down there and write tiny little letters on my clitty?" "Yeah, that's what I do. I get down there, and I . . . I just write letters." She rolled back over and draped his arm back over and around her, then snuggled into him. And then glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand. "Hey, check it out -- it's midnight! Happy Valentine's Day, Rory!" "Happy Valentine's Day, Elena," he began, quoting the letter he'd written on her with his tongue just shortly before. 'Continue it,' he told himself. 'Tell her you love her. It's Valentine's Day. Just tell her already!' "I . . . I . . ." Elena half-rolled out of his arms onto her belly, and looked back into his face. "You what?" Rory gazed into her eyes for a mere moment, and he knew. He couldn't bring himself to do it. Not now. Tonight wasn't the night. She intimidated him. She was too beautiful, too smart, too funny . . . and if she rejected him, he'd simply die. So instead of telling her that he loved her, he reached down and grabbed hold of his half-hard cock, doing what he usually did with her. Covering up his love with her lust. "I think it's my turn." She looked down and smiled, then crawled down the bed and took him in her mouth. Love Letter Well, the same thing happened after our conversation. I dozed and drifted for a half hour more after we hung up, talking to you and then realizing you had already said "Goodnight", and then talking to you again in my dream-fog, until I finally forced myself to get out of the chair and go to sleep. I slept straight thru ... not even waking to pee in the middle of the night. What an extraordinary effect you have on me!. Now I'm wearing the rayon material you designed and gave me for a sarong. When I put it on this morning I wondered what it will be like to have you dress me in this "silky" material for over 2 weeks straight. I imagined waking each day and having my clothes laid out for me: the silky underclothes, the silky blouse and skirt you want me to wear. I imagine, when you are not wearing the pants you kept from your father and your husband, that you are walking around naked, so I see your pussy all the time, you and I both knowing how much I want to lick and suck it all the time ... and being amazed at my insatiable desire, my lust. How can it be that, after 45 years of experimenting with every and any thing a man and woman can do together, the "girl of my dreams: turns out to be an 80 year old widow with two sons just 10-15 years younger than me. Objectively my intellect knows your body does not meet the social standard of "sexy". I have certainly seen your vagina often enough over our 4 years, and I've seen vaginas in general for over 50 years, and you know if I had the opportunity to design an ideal female body your huge breasts would be smaller and ...... well, all that is so totally irrelevant, because my feelings for you just completely overwhelm me, and your 80 year old body fills me with such lust, such desire, I just look at your vagina and feel myself going crazy with lust as my objective mind laughs at me, and my erotic mind laughs back at it. Actually, I can picture every part of your naked body, most especially when you are just standing or walking around naked ... no "sexy" poses, not reclining in bed, ... there's something about seeing you standing around just so normal ... (I feel this same desire for any part you offer me ... I would make some poetic reference to your body as a bowl of fruit of all different shapes and sizes and flavors and textures, but then I start thinking about Carmen Miranda's fruit-bowl hats from those old movies and I start laughing at myself) Its like I'm a starving man, and even though I thought I preferred one kind of food, when I am offered what "cook" I go absolutely crazy and can't eat enough of it. I guess I'm just like your loving husband. When he was alive he, too , thought your were such a wonderful cook, no matter what you made. I just transfer your "cooking" from the kitchen to the bedroom (or porch or sofa or kitchen chair or any convenient surface). I just can't get enough of your cunt, your gash, your slit, your hole, your snatch, your pie, your pussy, your vagina, your honeypot, your penis, your dick, your prick, your cock, your tool, your rod, your ... oh my god, iI think I DO love you. So, here I am, having already burned my breakfast once, still typing to you, writing "I want to suck your cunt" over and over and over, like a bad student being punished after school. (Hmmmm. You did say you liked that image of yourself as the teacher with the ruler, and I am the classic "bad boy".) Yes. This morning I am in love with that word "cunt". It is so graphic, so obscene, so powerful. I want it in my mouth. I want my mouth around it. I want my tongue in it. I want to feel it pulse and splash and soak and grip and grab and squeeze and shudder and entirely devour me: my penis and my tongue and my nose and lips and toes and fingers and every part of me. Pussy is such a soft word, but cunt is hard and solid and devouring and that is what I want. I want to worship your cunt, kneel down before it, place my head under it, submit to it, be overpowered by it. Your pussy is your sweet, enfolding vagina, but your cunt is your hard penis, your erection. Your clit is the same as mine: just a place held up on your wonderfully hard, firm cunt as you slide it into my mouth and fuck my mouth with it. Your cunt holds your velvet tunnel and your pee hole and your clit and all the wonderful surrounding folds we both like me to play with. Just like my cock, your cunt is the delivery system. It is your organ of pleasure and desire, and I am overwhelmed and completely conquered by yours! I fall before it and beg to just be allowed to touch it even just with the tip of my tongue. Just thinking about whether you will allow me to touch it that way is torture. I want to enter into the dark, mysterious swamp of your cunt and feel that wet, sucking swamp transform into a great breaking wave of pure ocean that drowns me in my overwhelming desire and its ever-whelming wholeness and the eternal power of its ebb-and-flow, each orgasm you have another wave hurled upon my shore, over and over again for all eternity. Oh, PLEASE......