3 comments/ 13530 views/ 5 favorites Love Letters By: yukonnights Introduction: Dear readers, this one is something a bit different for me. It is just a short and simple attempt to portray the love shared by two men through letters. It does however hope to capture the essence of a subject dear to me; the potential beauty of love between homosexual men. I hope you enjoy this little effort and as always, your comments and votes are appreciated -- Yukonnights ***** My dearest Martin, You have just left my side and already I miss you so. The day has broken dismal and gray... pushing a heavy despondence down upon me and trying to wash away the warmth of your embrace. I know if only you were here the rain would not dampen my spirit so. No, we would lie warm in front of the fire enjoying both the day and one another. So I take up my best stationary and will attempt to use my best hand to send along my thoughts of love and longing...for by so doing, I will be forced into thinking only of you and at least a memory of my joy shall return. But can words alone ever hope to adequately express all that I feel? Surely not, and yet I hope somehow to convey what you mean to me and how my life has changed because you are now a part of it. Yes, my love, it has surely changed...and I have changed. You have shown me my true place in the larger scheme of this great circle of life wherein we all dance. And that place is under you...to look to your happiness in total surrender...to be the one that satisfies your sexual needs. Oh my dear Martin, can you even begin to imagine what that confession means to me? Can you know what it means for one man to surrender his manhood to another? Can you pretend to know how it feels for me to be taken by you as a man takes a woman? I, who in the past have taken women as a man, have now become as a woman to another man! No, I do not believe you can fully understand these emotions that I feel. I myself do not truly comprehend them even though they well up from the core of my being. And yet, surely you have some inkling as to how I feel because it has been your words...your actions...your seduction...that has brought me to this place. Did you not know that you were asking me to lay aside a part of my own manly pride as you took my body...as you took my soul? But nay! You did not take these things, did you? Instead you simply showed me how desperately I wanted to give them to you. In your wisdom, gentleness, and love, you just offered me the opportunity to offer up those things that I so needed to forfeit...the surrender that would set me free. So, it is I who has freely given my all to you...and now I sometimes fear what shall come of that giving. Shall my new found freedom be the very thing that destroys me? After you have helped me to know myself and allowed me this opportunity to know the truth, shall you ever grow tired of my love and turn me aside? How could I ever go back to being the man I was after I have become what I am meant to be? Oh Martin! How can I possibly tell you how it feels to surrender it all? To explain to you the sweet humiliation I experience at my submission to your strength. And the humiliation is sweet...so very sweet...and how ironic that sounds to me even as I write the words. For what man would think of such emotions as a pleasant thing? And yet, it is the very act of laying my manhood at your feet that sends such a tingle of joy throughout my entire body! To kneel before you stripped naked, and take your swollen symbol of virility into my mouth and suckle you as a babe would his mother...somehow knowing that I will receive sustenance and life from deep within you. And with your growing awakening, I feel your urgent but loving hand on the back of my head as you force my mouth tightly onto your strength...to be choked by your power. And then it is no longer I who is giving service to my man. No, it is he who is taking what is rightfully his own as you begin that primordial motion back and forth, using my mouth for your pleasure. Should a man not feel shame at being on his knees and allowing another man to use his mouth as he would a woman's body? At yet I do not feel shame, I feel conquered...and content in my subjugation. See, my own erection would prove me to be a liar if I tried to say my desire was not equally awakened by our act. To feel your arousal grow from my service ignites my own lust. And my dear Martin, each time you have done this to me I have become more of your possession...until now I am yours...yours in every sense of the word. This, my love, is the sweet humiliation you give me that my feeble words so inadequately describe. And shall I go on to describe the ultimate act of my capitulation? You know of what I speak...the giving up of my body to your penetration. Do you think it was not humiliating the first time you mounted me and bred me? But with that first breeding you also broke me...before that moment I might have by some means found my way back to my previous life. But far surpassing my humiliation at your taking of my virginity was the sheer joy and physical pleasure of my initiation to your power. I wonder; did you somehow know it would only take the one time to turn me? Regardless, it did only take the one taste of your supremacy to make me yours. As your strength weighed down on me and the fiery flame of your flesh entered deep inside me, I knew that I was finally in the place I belonged. And of course we both know that place is under you...to yield to you as you take your entitlement. Even now that sweet humiliation is there each time I relinquish my manly pride and assume my position for your pleasure. But I confess to you that I have come to crave this sweetness. It has become like a rare and exotic ingredient to me as I cede that false pride of my former self to you...and with each act of giving, my addiction to this nectar grows in proportion with my love for you. Martin, need I also confess that you bring me great physical satisfaction as well? I think not, for surely you already know that you do. How I wish that words could describe the wonderful sensations I experience as your manhood grows hard inside of me...the momentum and strength of your thrusts growing more powerful as you press your flesh deep into my core...until I feel that we must have merged into one single consciousness that is being consumed in the inferno of love. But you already know, don't you love? How could you not know that you fully satisfy me... do I not always release my own silky passion each time you take me into that inferno? And even that has a pleasant drop of my sweet, sweet shame...to be brought to the heights of orgasm from another man's penetration...but of course, now I have confessed all to you and we both know that the sweetness of my submission brings almost as much pleasure as the strength from your body as you coerce the semen from my tingling flesh. So now, after these many months of your dominance over me, I willingly and joyfully come to you each time your manly needs are awakened. And yet each time I lay on my back, opened for your taking, I still experience a sense of joy...and each time I feel your strength slide into my depths, I think I could never get enough of you inside of me to achieve some final satisfaction. No, the more I experience of your beauty, strength and love, the more I hunger for you. So my sweet Martin, I have opened my soul to you as I have opened my body. Doing so with pen and ink has made it easier for me to acknowledge these things to you...and perhaps easier to admit them to myself as well. You must know that you hold me in the palm of your hand...to keep or cast aside...to love or to abandon...and yet I am forever yours and forever grateful for the love we have known. I long for your return as a maid must long for her master... I shall keep watch until you return to me from across the ocean. Your Possession, Stefan ***** Stefan, my only love; Your letter brought me to the most wonderful heights of joy, but also to the depths of despair. To hear the words of your confessions is most dear to me. Your intimate words brought me such delight. It is so very fulfilling to have you describe some of the emotions my love has wrought in you. I must tell you that I did not know the fullness of your sense of humiliation from giving yourself to me. But in knowing, I am so much more in love with you because of the great surrender you made for me. And the "sweet humiliation" you speak of brings me both pride and happiness. I am happy that I have been able to help you find a true sense of who you are and of your place in the Grand Scheme. Our many discussions along these traces of the Great Mysteries have brought me hours of enjoyment, and I am happy to know that perhaps our talks have helped you in such an important way. And now I will make my own confession. Your beautiful words describing the joy of your surrender have made me feel more pride of my own manhood than I have ever known. The mere fact that you experience such joy and satisfaction as you offer yourself to me ...or as you call it, that "sweet humiliation" ... and the willing forfeiture of the former sense of your own manhood...these things bring to me a "sweet pleasure" all my own. But your words expressing fear that I might somehow grow weary of you and become negligent in my love bring to me both sadness and despair. Have I not yet proven my devotion? Have I not shown that I hold you dear? Obviously the fact that you even harbor such thoughts shows that I have not been diligent in my care for you. For this I offer my apology. I ask that you accept it knowing that any pain or concern I brought to you was done in ignorance. Let me first be clear about how I view your submission. While you may think that men like me might hold submissive men like you in contempt, the truth is far from that. No, men like myself...dominant men you might call us...we treasure men like you...we need men like you to complete our own selves. For I ask; where would I be without you? I answer that I would be all alone. Don't you realize that you complete me just as I complete you? In fact, I would rather die than to be without you! It is you that gives substance to my own sense of manliness. And it is not just your beautiful body that I crave and hunger for. No, it is your very act of submission that you yourself enjoy such a "sweet humiliation" from giving! For I receive an equally potent but uniquely different taste of "sweet nectar" each time you kneel before me...and each time you willingly open your body for my penetration and pleasure. So you see my love, we complete one another. Is this not the way of our Universe...the very Law of Mysteries? Does not strength need weakness? Does not light need darkness? Does not a Dominant man need a Submissive man? So, let me forever drive away any thoughts you may harbor about the way I view your submission. I say it again; I both adore and crave your capitulation to me. And I respect you all the more because you have found your true self and are man enough to have accepted that truth. And shall I ever grow weary of such great love? Who can promise the morrow? Can you promise me that you will always love me? No. For none of us can know what tomorrow will bring. But I can assure you that today...in this moment...for every moment in my imagination and dreams... I love you and desire for you to be mine. Have I not said as much on many occasions? Have I not asked you to come to me and be mine? I ask you again now; come to me Stefan. Sell all of your possessions and come to me across the sea. I desire to take you as a man takes a wife...to care for you...to provide for your needs. I believe we can find more happiness here than in the States. My country is more understanding of men such as you and I. We can live in peace here I do believe. I have contacted a broker to be on the lookout for our perfect home...a place with enough room where you can pursue you art...a place by the sea shore with a lovely garden...a place where we can make a home. All I await is your answer. I hope that my words have brought more clarity regarding my feelings for you. I apologize again if I have unknowingly left you feeling insecure about the depth of my love. I have enclosed a gift for you. The box holds a small symbol of the enormity and sincerity of my words. It is an engagement ring. It is not like the overly ornate kind a man might offer to a woman...it is a special ring for a special man. If you desire to be mine, I ask that you put it on your finger. I am returning to you as soon as possible. In a matter of weeks I shall finish all of the urgent matters here and secure the fastest possible transport back to you. My business can be handled by others after that for as long as we need to resolve how we shall proceed. You now fully know my feelings. Thus, without hesitation I put the burden onto you to answer in your own mind what you shall do with the love that I offer. As for me, I hope that when I next see you that my ring shall be on your finger. But I adjure you; give earnest thought to the implications of that ring...I ask that you only put it on willingly...neither from fear of loss, nor sense of obligation...your happiness is all I desire. You Own True Love, Martin ***** My Dearest Martin, Just a short note my love, because I dare not waste a moment in posting this to you...I have your ring on my finger and I watch the sea for your return...I shall be here waiting. All of my love is sent along with these words, Stefan PS. Today I have contacted a broker to put the house and studio on the market... I shall write more as soon as I post this to you. ***** Love Letters Love letters 1 August 1, 2010 My dear Jay, I love you. Ever since you left for Dubai, I am living in vacuum. Yes, your elder brother Jagdishbhai and his wife Jagrutiben are taking good care of me. Both of them treat me like their own daughter. But can they replace you? I have lost appetite for food. I have lost my sleep. When will you come back my dear hubby? Was this job so important that you left me alone just after fifteen days of our marriage? Love you, Your darling wife, Meenakshi. NB: By the way, what should I do when I miss you badly in the middle of the night? 2. August 15, 2010 Dear Jay, The whole country is celebrating Independence Day except me. I am not independent. I can't live without you! The news isn't good. Your sister has been admitted to hospital. She is suffering from some kind of cancer. I can't look at your elder brother's face. He is in so much pain! Just call and talk to him. Your wife, Meenakshi. NB: I am using my own fingers as per your suggestion. Well, it's working fine. How I wish those fingers were of someone else! 3. October 15, 2010 Dear Jay, Its pity you couldn't come to attend final rites of your sister. Good that you didn't come. You couldn't have watched your elder brother's face. He cried and cried! He was still crying even when all relatives had left. I couldn't see him in pain any more. I rushed to him and hugged him tightly. He cried more hiding his face in my breasts! He cried like a baby rubbing his head in between my breasts. I don't know whether I undid my blouse or it opened on its own. I vaguely remember that I thrust my breast in to his mouth. He sucked my breasts for hours. I cuddled him as if he was a baby. Was it motherly love? Or was it something more than that? I don't know. What I know is that he was at peace at last. It is really strange but I too found my peace. I don't know when he fell in to sleep. I had lost sense of time since I had a male body in my arms for the first time after you left. Your wife Meenakshi, NB: I should be honest with you. I like his touch. 4. December 2, 2010 I have received your letter written in red ink. I understand you have disliked the way I tried to console your elder brother. My dear husband, I beg your apologies. I shall maintain distance from him. But you have to see him to believe that he is a depressed man. He has lost his life partner of twenty years! Yes, I shall control my emotions. I shall not go near him since you don't like it. Your darling, Meenakshi. NB: It's very difficult to control my fantasies, but believe me, I am trying very hard. 5. January 16, 2011 Dear Jay, There are some good news and some bad news. Good news is that your brother has started going to office. Bad news is that he returns very late and that too in bad shape. He has been drinking heavily. Call and talk to him some good things, okay? Yes, of course I am controlling my emotions. Otherwise I would have suggested him to drink at home and save money. Love you, Yours Meenakshi. NB: I am fad up of using my own fingers. 6. February 17, 2011 Dear Jay, I am proud of you. Jay, you are a reasonable and understanding man. As per your suggestion, I had a word with Jagdishbhai. I told him that I have no issues if he drinks at home. You know what did he said? He said, 'Look Meenakshi, I like to drink when it is served by a woman!' Sincearly, I was surprised with his response. Still I managed to hold my nerves. I asked him to wait for just ten minutes. He was stunned to see me after fifteen minutes when I entered in living room with tray of drinks. Even you would have clapped my entry. He said, 'Meenakshi, now I don't need to drink.' It was my turn to get surprised. 'Why? What's wrong?' He said, 'I have got solid kick after looking at you!' Yes, I had changed. I did my hair differently like a model on a ramp. I replaced my rubber sole sleepers with high hill sandals. I changed in to black see-through sari and very low cut blouse. He was too happy to be served drinks by me. Like a gentleman, he offered a drink to me. Like a cultured woman, I refused very politely. He said that I resemble Hindi Film's popular leading lady Priyanka Chopra. Isn't he a nice man? He was very pleased with my service. He tipped me a thousand rupee note! That too in a style! He slipped that currency note in to my blouse and his fingers touched my bare breast! Your loving wife, Meenakshi. NB: To be honest, I was thrilled. That night I slept fantasizing about your brother. Actually, I couldn't sleep at all. Whole night I lay awake, dreaming about having sex with Jagdishbhai, 7. March 20, 2011 Dear Jay, I understand you didn't approve my serving drinks to Jagdishbhai. To tell you the truth, he likes my style and service very much. He has vowed never to drink any where but home. He returns home at dotted hour and behaves like a gentleman. He is a gentleman. Actually, he is a MAN. You may not believe how horny I become when I see him naked. I often watch him changing or taking bath. Not that he is wandering naked in home. He never ever forgets to close the doors while changing or taking bath like the way I forget very often nowadays. I have managed to cut secret holes in the walls. I enjoy watching him naked. Once I saw him masturbating. OH MY GOD! What a lovely cock he has! I rushed back to my bed room and began finger fucking. Yes, my dear hubby, I am controlling my emotions. Otherwise I would have rushed and grabbed his swollen cock and sucked for hours! OH MY GOD! WHAT A COCK! WHAT A COCK! How desperately I wish to take it in my pussy! Your darling wife, Meenakshi. NB: Please courier me a vibrator whose batteries can run for one hour or more nonstop. 8. April 2, 2011 My dear Jay, Thanks for sending me the vibrator. It works perfectly. It is very useful for a sex deprived woman like me. Well, I understand you are not happy with me. You said you are unable to concentrate on your job. Dear Jay, kindly learn to have better control on your emotions. Mind well, I am just fantasizing about having sex with your brother. I am not sleeping with him. Do you understand? To tell you about developments, yes, we are becoming good friends. We often play cards. I end up winning lot of money. He seems to be happy with loosing it. We also play chess some time. Of course, I couldn't win a single game so far. This week end we played table tennis. We placed the dining table in the middle of the living room. It was very uncomfortable to play as I was wearing sari. So the other day he brought me pair of shorts and T-shirts. Though he is a good player he looses repeatedly. I asked him the reason. He confessed that he can't concentrate as he keeps watching my naked thighs and dancing breasts. Funny, isn't it? Men are men. Your faithful wife, Meenakshi. NB: by the way, we have started addressing each other by nicknames. He calls me 'Minti' and I call him 'Jaggi'. 9. April 12, 2011 Dear Jay, You forgot and Jaggi remembered. Yesterday was my birthday. You didn't call me to wish and he wished me early in the morning. Actually, he prepared a bed-tea for me and brought it to my bed room. He announced loudly: 'Tea!' He wished me good morning as he tapped my shoulder. When I opened my eyes he wished me happy birthday. I was overjoyed with emotions. I forgot that I was just in a small slip exposing my almost whole body naked. I threw my arms around his neck and said, 'Thank you very much sweet Jaggi!' He hugged me and kissed my cheeks. I hurriedly covered my half naked body with a bed sheet. We had tea on our bed. He promised to give me a grand treat on coming Sunday. Jaggi is such a nice man! So caring and so loving! Your sweet wife, Meenakshi. NB: countdown has begun. I am so excited! Sunday, please come fast! 10. April 16, 2011. Dearest Jay, Jaggi gave me a wonderful treat yesterday. Since than I am not what I was. He ordered food from a reputed hotel for lunch. After delicious lunch he then took me to a movie in the afternoon. Newspaper reports say that it's a hit movie but I didn't understand a bit. All my attention was on the person sitting on my left in the cinema hall. Jaggi held my hand from the beginning. He would kiss my hand and my fingers now and then. Science says that there has to be a reaction for an action. I held his hand and placed it on my naval. Jaggi is so unpredictable! I wanted his hand to move downward but he moved his hand upward and cupped my breasts! Obstructions of blouse and bra didn't deprive me of his magic touch. I unhooked top two buttons of my blouse and prompted his hand to enter in to prohibited area. He grabbed my breast and fondled for some time. OH MY GOD! I was in heaven! Cinema manager is a pakka idiot. He bombed intermission on me so soon! As the houses light were on I had to mind my dress. Jaggi took me out and offered refreshment. I said no. he asked me whether I would like to have some cold drink. I said no. He asked me whether I want hot drink. I said no. He asked me very politely, 'My dear Minti, what will you have then?' 'I don't know.' I said, 'Jaggi, I want something which is hard as well as soft, something which is hot and also cold.' He smiled and said, 'Dear Minti, no such thing is available here!' 'Jaggi, my dearest,' I placed my hands on his waist and said, 'I know where it's available. Will you take me there?' 'Sure Minti,' he placed touched my elbows. 'Just name the place and you shall be there.' 'Take me home, my dear.' I said. We left the movie halfway and returned home. I couldn't wait to close the door. I hugged him tightly. He closed the door using his feet and kissed me on my lips. What a passionate kiss it was! I turned in to a bird. I began flying in the sky. 'Minti darling,' he asked me, 'care for a drink?' I buried my face in his chest. He lifted me from waist and made me sit on a bar counter. He prepared one drink of scotch on the rocks. We sipped from the same glass. I let my sari drop on the carpet below. I unbuttoned my blouse. He moved his finger on the outline of my brassier very gently. I placed my hand around his neck and pulled him close. He kissed me and began fondling my breast at the same time. I became topless and poured some whisky on my breasts and he licked it. What a joy! I inserted my hand in his shirt and felt his chest. Like a gentleman, he cooperated and removed his shirt. I squeezed his nipples. I pushed him on sofa and lied in his lap. I began sucking his nipple. He pulled out my petticoat and panty. He turned me on my stomach. He played with my buttocks. He inserted his finger in to my pussy from behind. OH MY GOD! I pulled his trouser down. His cock was showing his presence under his boxers. I grabbed his cock even before Jaggi removed his boxer. I began kissing his swollen cock rapidly. I lie down on carpet below. I widened my legs folded from knees. I kept finger fucking myself till he positioned himself between my legs. Jaggi is a real gentleman! He rested his body on his elbows and knees. He pulled away my hand and thrust his ready cock in my pussy. Rock solid nine inch long wonderful cock! What a feeling! What a feeling! He began pumping his cock in and out. He wasn't pumping just his cock in my body; he was also pumping oxygen in my body. I began to live. I began breathing. He fucked me for twenty minutes nonstop. He then pulled out his cock and got up from my body. 'Just a minute, darling!' he went toward bar counter. I rushed behind him. I sucked his cock as he was preparing another drink. He handed me the drink after pouring some of it on my pussy. As I took sip from glass as he licked my pussy. I fell on my knees and rested my elbows on sofa. Jaggi entered in my pussy from behind. He grabbed my breasts. Now he made me cry with every stroke. He went on fucking me forever. I thought I would die. He stopped and we both reached the climax. He ejaculated in my pussy. Quantity of his juice was so huge that some of it spilled on carpet. We lied on carpet breathing heavily. I then lost my consciousness. When I regain my senses I was sleeping on my bed and seated near my legs was my lover, Jaggi. He was smoking a cigarette watching me with a smile. 'Jaggi,' I said, 'pinch me!' 'Minti darling, what's the mater?' he asked. 'Is this real?' I got up and realized I was naked. Jaggi said, 'Yes dear, all this is real. We just made love.' I closed my eyes. I had lost sense of time. I had lost sense of the whole world. At that moment my whole existence was centered on my lover. So what if he was twenty years older to me? So what if he was not my husband? My dear Jay, I am unable to describe my joy. You have to be a woman to understand my feelings. You have to take that big penis in your pussy to understand what a good fuck can do to you. We then had a shower bath together. We had more drinks and lot of fun. We had more sex in different positions. We slept late in the night as we exhausted. We forgot to have dinner. All in all, it was a wonderful gift from Jaggi, my brother and your elder brother. Your wife, Meenakshi. NB: I feel like I am reborn. This is my new life. I see roses everywhere. 11. April 23, 2011 Dear Jay, Don't behave like a thorn in bed of roses. Your letter is full of abuses. I didn't expect this from you. You should be thankful that some one is taking care of your wife in your absence. You should be happy that I am taking good care of your elder brother who has lost his wife recently. You should write a note of thanks to both of us that we are not bothering you with our problems. What can I say? I must say that you are being honest in expressing your opinion. I admire your honesty. I love you for your sincerity. How lucky I am to be your wife! Love you, Your sincere wife, Meenakshi. NB: we are helping our government by saving power. We are saving electricity by sharing the same bed room. 12. August 1, 2011 Dear Jay, Today is the first anniversary of my writing love letters to you. To celebrate this great day, here is the good news: I am pregnant! Jay, you are going to be a father! Isn't it great news? Agreed that I have conceived this child from your elder brother but you must realize that I am a traditional Indian woman. I will not go against present norms and values of Indian family. I shall add your name as a father of the child in Municipal records. I think you should be happy and proud of this development. You will get a readymade child! Just consider how lucky you are! We have shortlisted some names for the baby. I prefer "Joy" irrespective of gender. What say? Isn't it similar like your name? Your wife, Meenakshi. NB: why the hell you have stopped answering my letters? Love Letters