0 comments/ 121849 views/ 7 favorites Love Letters By: parabolus This story includes some S & M incidents between consenting adults - if you don't like that sort of thing, then don't read on. It was inspired by the sort of letters my mother and I wrote to each other when I lived abroad, and the memory of the year she gave me a short whip for a birthday present. (The other present, which we both enjoyed, was using it on her naked body!) ***** I'd just got in, and as I went up the stairs on the way to my room I heard splashing noises coming from the bathroom. The door was open, and I went in: as I expected, my mother was in the bath, soaping herself. Her face lit up when she saw me: 'Come and kiss me, darling!' she smiled. I bent to kiss her upturned mouth, caressing her wet breast with my hand as her tongue slid between my teeth. I felt her hand cover mine, forcing my fingers to crush her soft, yielding flesh, and then I sat on the edge of the bath as she continued to hold my hand. 'Tell me about your day, sweetheart!' she said gaily. 'I'd rather just look at you like that, Mum - we can talk later!' I murmured, and she glanced down at her naked body. I saw her give a slight shiver, and then she lay back in the bath, staring at me. She loved me seeing her naked - she said it excited her in all sorts of ways. It made her feel vulnerable, and at the same time she knew it aroused me - she could almost imagine feeling my eyes on her skin, and it invariably led to something else. I looked at her contemplatively, wondering what I'd do to her later. Last night we'd made love with warmth and passion, but seeing her lying there like that prompted thoughts of being rough with her. She began to slowly soap her body again, at first concentrating on her full breasts - kneading them, lifting them as though testing their weight, running the tips of her fingers round her large, dark brown aureoles and tugging her nipples between finger and thumb until they jutted proudly of their own accord. She ran her hands down over her body, then lifted first one leg and then the other from the water to soap her thighs. Then she sank back into the bath, and one hand returned to her breast while the other slipped between her legs. 'Please let me see your cock, darling,' she whispered hoarsely. My penis was already half-erect, but I managed to free it from my trousers and toyed with it while she stared at it as if hypnotized. 'Don't make yourself come - I want it, darling - that's Mummy's prerogative!' Mum began to squirm slightly, her hands busy on her body, and I saw her bite her bottom lip as she became increasingly more excited. Then she gave a little moan and her body arched. I saw her fingers digging into her breast, and she looked at me almost pleadingly, her body jerking spasmodically. She lay there, her breasts heaving, as her orgasm swept over her in wave after wave, and then she slowly crawled up onto her knees. I kissed her fiercely, running my hand over the wet skin of her back, and then she pulled away and lowered her face to my cock. She kissed it and licked it for a few moments, then opened her mouth to gently suck the tip. I knew what was coming, and tangled my fingers in her hair as I felt my cock easing into her throat. I saw that she still had the fingers of one hand between her legs, and then she she was taking more and more of my cock into her mouth until her lips reached its base. Her body was still shuddering in the throes of her orgasm as she slowly began raising her head on my cock. What she was doing to me was almost unbearable - I felt her throat tighten around me, then relax as her head started to bob up and down with increasing speed. At last I could hold back no longer, and I suddenly erupted into her. I ground her face against my groin, and she coughed and gagged, then eased back to let my cock slide out of her throat so that my semen could continue to spurt into her mouth, and then she began swallowing, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked my jetting cock. At last she straightened, staring at me, and I slapped her face, hard. Her eyes gleamed, and then she lay back in the bath, smiling secretly to herself, her breasts heaving and her body still shuddering spasmodically, gently fondling my softening penis as I sat there gazing at her. Mum and I had been having sex - passionate, sometimes violent, always driving each other crazy with lust - for about two months. It really began while I was on a student exchange term in France.It was the first time I'd been away from home for any length of time, and my mother was very upset, saying how much she was going to miss me. We wrote to each other regularly, exchanging news - at first I tried to write every week or so, but Mum wrote to me two or three times a week. After a while I noticed a strange element creeping into her letters to me - a more intimate, almost physical undercurrent that I had difficulty in understanding. She often said she missed me hugging her, and that she'd love to be able to give me a kiss, but I didn't take much notice. But then I remember her writing that she'd received a letter from me that morning, and she'd read it before getting dressed, sitting in just her bra and panties, and then she went on to describe them - they were new, cream-coloured, and very skimpy, leaving very little to the imagination, she said. Another time she asked me if I was making love to lots of French girls, and that she was jealous that they should have me while she was alone at home - I didn't quite know how to take that. I wondered even more when she said it was a very hot night, and she was writing to me sitting up naked in bed. She went on to say that she'd gone out to dinner with a man who told her she had a wonderful body - did I mind the thought of a man saying that, and holding her in his arms and kissing her? I began to respond in the same vein, hesitantly at first, in case I was misinterpreting her remarks, and that they were really just innocent chatter. I risked saying that I thought she had a lovely figure, and legs too - I missed hugging her, and I wished I could hold her in my arms and kiss her, but no, I didn't mind her going out with somebody if that's what she wanted. She opened her next letter with a kiss implanted on the writing paper, her heavily lipsticked mouth clearly defined in every detail, saying that this would have to do until I got home. Then she told me that she'd enjoyed writing to me with nothing on, and from now on she'd always write to me like that. Would I like that? Of course I said I would, and I risked saying that I'd try to picture her writing the letters like that when I read them. Her reply came back immediately: to help my imagination, she'd give me a few details. She was writing sitting at her dressing table naked, she said. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, studying her body and thinking that she didn't look at all bad, with nice breasts. Over her shoulder she could see the bedroom door, and visualised it opening and me standing there, looking at her, and I'd come in and kiss her ... Then she started to talk about her boyfriend - Ralph, his name was. She said she didn't love him or anything like that, but she was crazy about the things he did to her. If that made me angry, I could take her clothes off and spank her when I came home. Would I like that? She'd seen Ralph the night before, and he'd been rough with her, and it was nice. And anyway, what about me with those French girls? Did I have sex with any of them? I wrote back and said the thought of spanking her excited me. I told her about Juliette, the girl I was going with, and what she looked like. Mum said she was a little bit jealous, but she was enclosing something that would make me think of her- the 'something' was a Polaroid photo of her standing naked in her bedroom doorway, smiling enticingly at the camera. She said Ralph had taken it - it was his camera, and he liked to take pictures of her with nothing on. Did I like the photo? Did it excite me? If so, did I do anything about it? She'd love to know. By now, there was no mistaking the meaning of our letters - we were writing to each other almost every day, and getting more and more explicit all the time. I said the picture had turned me on terrifically, and that I'd taken my clothes off and masturbated looking at it. And then I'd masturbated again thinking of her in bed with her boyfriend, and him doing things to her body, especially if he wasn't important to her. I told her that I was rubbing myself while I was writing to her, and then I ejaculated, spurting my semen all over the writing paper. Mum wrote back saying that she'd licked the letter, trying to taste me, and rubbed it over her body. Would I masturbate for her when I came home, and spurt my stuff all over her? She wanted it on her breasts, and her face, and in her hair. I told her that I'd do anything she wanted when I got back to England, and perhaps she should make a list of things she'd like. I said I often thought of her and her boyfriend in bed together, and that I wondered how many men she'd been to bed with - I hoped it was a lot! Mum said she was overjoyed that I liked thinking of men fucking her - that was the first time she'd used the term. She didn't know how many there'd been all together - she'd had several lovers, and dozens of one-night stands. Of all the times she'd told me that she was spending the evening with her friend Joyce, most of them she was really with a man, getting fucked. Ralph liked other men to fuck her as well - he enjoyed watching, and sometimes taking photographs, and then he'd give her a hiding and fuck her himself. Would I like to see her being fucked? She was enclosing a couple of photos anyway. There were two Polaroid prints with the letter - both of them showed my mother with a very tall young black man - he looked about twenty. They were both naked, and mum was on all fours with the man kneeling behind her, fucking her from the rear. In one of them his glistening black cock was only partly in her, and it looked huge - its circumference just about matched that of mum's wrist. He was leaning forward over her, one enormous hand clutching her hanging breast, and she was smiling back at him. In the other picture he was kneeling upright, his hands gripping mum's hips and his belly crushed against her bottom - his buttocks were clenched, and he'd obviously just plunged his gigantic cock fully into her vagina. Her face was turned towards the camera, and her expression was one of pure ecstasy. Then she wrote to say that when she'd had sex with Ralph the night before and he was ramming his cock into her she'd suddenly thought of me doing the same thing to my French girl, and she'd immediately orgasmed. I'd told her that I often thought of her when I was making love to Juliette, and then Mum suggested that she'd go to bed with Ralph at exactly eleven o'clock on Saturday night, and I should do the same with Juliette at the same time, allowing for the time difference, and that we should both think of each other while we were having sex. I said I thought it was a wonderful idea: of course I didn't tell Juliette, and I fucked her thinking of what the man was doing to my mother at that precise moment. Juliette said she'd never known my cock to be so big and hard, and even after I came I was still fully erect, and I fucked her again. By the time I'd finished Juliette was sobbing, saying how wonderful it was, but all I could think of was of my mother being fucked while she was thinking of me. On Sunday I wrote to Mum saying it had been the most marvellous sex of my life, only to get a letter from her, also written on Sunday, saying exactly the same thing. She told me everything Ralph had done to her, and she'd done to him, and how she'd imagined it was me. She said that after he'd fucked her she'd sucked his cock, still thinking of me, and did Juliette suck me? Mum said she loved sucking men, and having their cocks down her throat - could I imagine having my cock in her mouth? She was afraid she might shock me if she told me all the things she liked, but she didn't want us to have any secret desires. I wrote back that I couldn't think of anything she might like that would shock me, and that I'd masturbated again at the thought of my cock in her mouth. Yes, I said, Juliette sucked me - she was very wild, and she particularly liked me to fuck her up her bottom. Mum said she'd nearly fainted with excitement, thinking about having my cock up her backside. But then I didn't hear from her for over a week, and I started to get worried. Then, at last, a long letter arrived, and I stripped off my clothes and lay on my bed to read it. Mum said that Ralph had broken off with her - he'd met a couple of teenaged girls They were sisters, and Ralph had told her that they were completely uninhibited and behaved like animals, and he loved the feel of their soft young bodies. Mum had responded by putting on her most revealing dress and going to the bar of a nearby hotel were visiting businessmen often stayed. Sure enough, a man had offered to buy her a drink, and when they sat at a table she'd let him put his hand up her leg under her skirt. They'd gone up to his room, and he'd fucked her all night - he didn't seem to mind that she didn't have a soft young body, she added bitterly. She'd done the same thing for the next couple of evenings, meeting different men and letting them fuck her - once there had been two men, and they'd taken turns with her. Then she'd received a reply to an ad she'd answered in the local paper - a married couple wanted to meet an unattached woman for adult fun and mutual pleasure. They all met for a drink, and found that they got along well together. Then the woman took Mum's hand and asked her if she sometimes enjoyed pain - just looking at Mum turned her on and made her want to hurt her. Mum said yes, she loved to be hurt, but not too badly, and the woman had kissed her as they sat in the pub, and said that she was sure they'd all enjoy themselves, and would Mum like it if she peed on her, and things like that? Mum said she was getting wet thinking about the woman peeing on her face, and then they agreed that Mum would spend a weekend with them as their sex slave. When she arrived at their house on Friday evening they stripped her clothes off and put manacles on her wrists, joined by a length of chain, and told her she'd have to stay like that, naked and chained for the whole weekend. Then they both started to kiss and fondle her, and made her undress them. Mum said the woman had a beautiful body, and she kissed her all over, and when her head was between the woman's legs the man fucked her from behind. Then the woman produced a short whip and started to use it on Mum's naked body, pausing to slap her breasts and pinch and tweak her nipples, until Mum begged to be fucked. They spent the night with Mum sleeping between them - they were all naked, and during the night Mum woke up to feel the woman's mouth on her sex and breasts, and the man fucked her again. On Saturday they both slapped and whipped her - they were all kissing and feeling each other, and she lost count of how many times she used her mouth on both of them, and how often the man fucked her, in her vagina and up her bottom. Whenever the woman wanted to pee, Mum had to lie in the bath while the woman squatted over her, and a couple of times her husband had pissed on her too. That evening they'd invited some friends, another couple, round, and Mum had had to answer the door to them naked, and let them feel her, and then she served them dinner before they all fucked her. Again she spent the night sleeping between the man and his wife, naked as usual, and again they both used her. Sunday was spent with more beatings alternating with more sex, and they both peed on her again, and then they all kissed and hugged each other and promised they'd have another weekend together soon. Ralph had left his Polaroid camera behind, and Mum took some photos of herself in the mirror to show me the marks they'd made on her body, and how puffy her lips were from using her mouth on her new friends. She said that often she'd imagined it was me whipping her and fucking her, and it had driven her wild with excitement. At long last it was time for me to go home. My mother met me at the front door - she had a shawl round her shoulders, but otherwise she was completely naked. She dropped the shawl, not caring if anyone in the street saw her, and flung her arms round my neck and kissed me. She'd been standing like that, waiting in the hall for me for over two hours, she told me later. I just dropped my bags and kissed her, and then I kicked the front door shut and carried her up to her bedroom. Neither of us said a word, and somehow I got out of my clothes, and for the first time I pushed my cock into my mother and fucked her. We didn't leave the house for three days - the time passed in a blur of sex, and we did everything we'd written about to each other again and again. We were both naked the whole time, constantly kissing and touching each other, and even when we tried to eat we'd break off and go back to bed, or I'd simply fuck her on the floor or the kitchen table. She pleaded with me to hurt her; she'd bought a small whip for me to use on her, she told me she'd masturbated with the handle thinking about how it was going to sting whenI whipped her body. She had an old-fashioned brass bedstead, which made it very easy to tie her wrists to it and then whip her or spank her and slap her breasts while she writhed in torment. As I'd promised, I masturbated for her, squatting on her with my balls resting on her naked belly as I rubbed myself. She raised her head to watch me, and I ejaculated wildly over her face and throat. We finally stopped though sheer exhaustion, and we slept for nearly a whole day, and then decided to go out for a walk. Mum reluctantly put on a dress, although she was naked beneath it, and when we stopped for a drink at a pub I put my hand up her skirt to feel her. Then on the way home we found an alleyway, and Mum hoisted up her skirt and I fucked her against the wall. I'd had a couple of pints of beer, and when we got home my bladder was bursting. Mum took her dress off and knelt in the bath, and I pissed all over her. After she'd showered, she oiled her breasts and kneaded them around my stiff cock until once again I came under her chin and over her face, my semen trickling down onto her breasts to mingle with the oil. As I sat on the edge of the bath, staring down at my mother's naked body, seeing her fingers still idly moving between her legs, thoughts of everything we'd done since I'd been home flashed through my mind, and my cock started to stiffen once again. She smiled up at me. 'The water's starting to get cold, my love,' she said, and got to her feet. I wrapped a towel round her and briefly rubbed her body as she climbed out of the bath. Then I tossed the towel aside and took her left nipple between my finger and thumb, gradually increasing the pressure as I squeezed it. Mum shivered, then smiled at me adoringly. 'You're going to hurt me tonight, aren't you, dearest?' she purred. I pushed her back until she was half sitting on the wash basin. 'Yes, you gorgeous bitch!' I grunted. 'But first I'm going to fuck you!' Love Letters Dearest Adrienne: Let's try it slow and sweet. If I were with you now I'd take you in my arms. I'll put gentle kisses on your neck as I hold you tenderly; I'll nuzzle your ear and trace a line with my tongue down the nape of your neck and across the top of your shoulder. I begin to undress you slowly kissing every inch of your body as it becomes exposed. I expose your breasts, they're beautifully I take your nipple between by thumb and forefinger and rub it till it stands tall and erect. As I do this I take the other between by lips and suck on it gently, teasing it with my tongue until it too stiffens. I continue to undress you until you stand naked before me. I pick you up in my arms and gently lay you down on the bed. Again I trace a line with my tongue down your body from your breasts past your Navel stopping when I reach your love nest. Your sent excites me. But first I plant tender kisses on the inside of your thighs, first right, then left starting just above your knees and again, stopping just before your lips. Now I lift your legs exposing your lovely ass. I kiss each cheek in turn then I part the globes with my tongue. My tongue seeks out and finds your rosebud. At first, I flick m tongue lightly over it, but this is not enough I make my tongue hard and try to penetrate your ass. I feel your rosebud resist at first but then it relaxes and allows me to enter. Now I can concentrate on your pussy. I can see the moisture oozing out from you. I lick it up greedily truing to capture every drop on my tongue. I push my tongue into your hole as far as I can reach. I drink from you but it is not enough to quench my thirst. I find your clitoris and suck it between my lips. I flick my tongue over it causing you to moan passionately. My cock is ready for you. How may I pleasure you? Write back and tell me what it is you desire. Love, Rocky * 1/21/00 Dear Rocky: I want to feel your rock hard member inside of me right now, pushing, pushing, farther with each thrust, but not so fast. I pull you down next to me on the bed, and lay you on your back. Your rigid staff stands before my eyes, begging me to lick its tip, and slide it fully in my warm mouth. What can I do but obey? I slide down the bed, and take it in my hand, squeezing lightly to feel the throb of its desire beneath the surface. I press my lips to its tip, allowing it to enter only slightly. My mouth surrounds its head, and moves farther down towards the base as I hear your quick intake of breath. I can feel the pulse of it against my tongue, against the back of my throat. I cover it fully again and again, faster, and faster, while I hold your balls with my other hand, massaging them lightly. Why not receive mutual pleasure? I move up the bed, leaning back to your prick, and turn my back to you, offering myself to you. You greedily hold my backside with both hands, while licking your way to the front. It feels so good I temporarily forget my side of the deal, and concentrate on the shivers of pleasure your tongue is sending through my body. You finally reach my lips, and spread them with your tongue, searching for the source of the moisture, which surrounds your mouth. I return to your member, wetting it so I can run my hand up and down, up and down. My mouth naturally finds the tip, and I lightly suck, still pumping with my hand. I can feel your tongue poking and prodding my inner warmth, and moving farther forward to my clit. You move it around with your tongue, softly nipping at it with your teeth. One of your fingers finds my tunnel and slides in and out, feeling its tightness. The finger moves farther back though, to another point of pleasure. When it finds its mark, it slowly slides in to an even tighter spot. I gasp and relish in the pleasure for a minute. I can't take it anymore; I have to feel the length of your staff inside me. I abruptly pull away, and tell you to get up on your knees. I get on mine in front of you, and offer you everything you see. With your hand you glide your stiff member into my pussy, thrusting all the way in. Your finger finds my back again, keeping rhythm with your hips. The pleasure is unimaginable. I reach back through my legs and find my bud of nerves between my lips. My finger runs back and forth, over the top, and back to feel you entering me over and over. I whimper from the flood of pleasure now overriding my senses, blocking out our surroundings so I can only feel you entering me in two places at the same time. You quicken your pace; moving faster and thrusting harder...You tell me what happens next... Yours Forever, Adrienne * 1/22/00 Dearest Adrienne: My God you're so incredibly hot! I can't believe my own good fortune in finding you. It was all that I could do to keep from spilling my seen down your throat and now your sweet pussy is doing its best to milk me dry. I fear I will cum too soon and I don't want this rapture to end. Not until I have sampled all you have to offer, not until I hear your cries of pleasure. Mustering all my self-control, I try to slow the pace. But you are too caught up in the excitement. As I slow up, you trust yourself backward with greater urgency. "Fuck me, fuck me harder" you command. The fire burns too hot in you and your vulgarity drives me on. This will be quick but intense. I reach around with my free hand and find your breast. I cup it in my hand and squeeze it, a little too hard as you let out a yelp. At the same time I insert a second finger in your back door. I can feel my prick through the thin membrane that separates them. You quicken the pace. I can feel your muscles tighten. Your orgasm is near but so is mine. I know that if I can just hold back a little longer you will peak first. I release your breast and reach for your clitoris, but your hand is already there. I will not fight you for possession of this jewel, instead I take your breast again and, this time, I pinch the nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Your start to moan loudly............ Tell me what you feel -Rocky- Rocky, It all feels so good; I don't know where to start... I can feel your second finger slide into my ass, and the sensation is almost too much to bear. I want us to both climax at the same time, but I know I can't hold on much longer. The room is starting to spin with the pleasure I feel, so I close my eyes and concentrate on the feeling of you behind me. My face drops against the bed as a sound between a groan and a scream erupts out of my throat. My back starts to arch, as I press into you, wanting to feel everything at once, knowing I am starting to cum. My fingers are still rubbing my clit, faster now, more desperate to bring on my orgasm and end this frustration. I clench my sphincter muscle around your fingers, and my pussy tightens around your shaft. I can't quit moaning. I can feel bolts of anticipation running through my body until I finally reach the peak, and scream, my whole body tensing up and quivering from the sensations. I can feel you are also about to release your load, so I remove my hand from my lips, and push against you, pushing you deeper. Right before your cum shoots, you pull out, spraying your love on my ass so it runs down my backside, meeting your fingers by my anus. Taking your quickly softening prick in your hand, you rub it around my entrance where your fingers were. It quickly starts to stiffen again. I can feel you prodding softly, almost asking if I was ready to feel the best ass-fuck I've ever had. I have only done that a few times, but I have no doubt with you it would be unbelievable. I raise my head off the bed, and look back to your face. You can see it in my eyes, that I am nervous, but you also see a hint of mischief. I place my head in my hands, and lean back just a bit farther to give the go-ahead. I can feel the pressure of your huge throbbing staff, pressing slowly into me again... I can't remember the rest... Want to refresh my memory? Adrienne * Adrienne: You remember quite well what happened next, my dear. You just want me to commit it to paper because reading it will make you wet again. Very well, I will continue the story; but only because, in my mind's eye, I can picture you naked in front of your computer terminal playing with yourself as you read this, and the image pleases me. The white liquid drips down the crack of your ass onto my finders and I use it to further lubricate your tightest opening as I ease in a third finger. You wiggle you ass in response, encouraging me on. I remove my fingers and place the head of my semi-erect penis against your rosebud, but it is no use, I am too soft to gain entrance. I curse silently to myself, for my desire is urgent but I know how long it will take awhile before I am ready for a second bout. In desperation I rub my member up and down your crack. And you, my dear, want me in your ass as much as I want to be there. You reach between your legs and cup my balls in your hand and massage them gently. With your ass and hand you infuse new life into Mr. John Thomas. Slowly, to my amazement, it starts to stiffen. You reach behind you and spread the cheeks of you ass giving me a clear view of my target. I present the tip of my missile to your rosebud and apply gentle pressure. You push back. A low animal groan escapes from your throat as I begin to perpetrate. Whether you groan from pain or pleasure or a combination of the two, I cannot tell. With the head of my cock firmly embedded in your back door, I stop my advance, giving you a chance to adjust to the girth of the invader. But you are too anxious. With a scream you push back hard, impaling yourself on the full length of my shaft. I am all the way in your ass. I can't believe how tight you are. Despite what you say to the contrary, I do believe you to be a virgin and I've just popped your anal cherry. I start to pull back. Your ass holds on to me like a strong hand refusing to let go. Slowly I withdraw until only the head remains inside then quickly I plunge back in knocking the breath out of you. I repeat this action over and over again. Your cries are constant now; muffled only by the pillow you're biting down on. You turn your head and I can see tears trickling down your face. Again, I am not sure if it's from pain or pleasure, nor, at this point, do I care. I am consumed by lust. I only care about driving my cock further and further up your ass. I quicken the pace and you respond in kind. Your ass contracts squeezing me tighter in its velvet grip. Never, before or since, have I had such a delicious fuck or a lover as hot as you! It is you who now increase the pace. You who urge me on, faster and faster you rock your hips back and forth. We keep this insane pace up for what seems like hours. The sweat pours off our bodies. We breathe like a marathoner in the last mile. My heart is pounding in my chest. It feels like it will burst soon. I can't catch my breath. But I cannot stop—I will not stop. I feel my orgasm start to build. I try to hold back but cannot and I cum deep into your bowels. Again and Again I shoot. The pleasure is intense, I feel as though my very soul is being ejaculated into your ass. You feel the warm enema and it triggers your own orgasm. I grab you around waist as buck again and again, holding on for dear life, trying not to thrown off. We collapse on top of one another. Lying together as spoons, still shivering from our orgasms. I'm still inside you but my penis shrinks quickly. A squeeze of your buttocks and you expel me. I hope this has refreshed your memory. Now tell me the truth, did you play with your self as you read this? Did you cum? -Rocky- Love Letters ~ fantasy ~ You came into my life one bright day, and there you stood, your long black hair blowing gently in the breeze… your eyes glowing with the hazel color of brown and green with little flecks of gold shining within the pupils. Looking at you then, I felt the undeniable sting of wanton desire clench my heart. I am a woman who has known men. My body has felt the passion and desire that a handsome face and gentle hands can cause. There have been many nights filled with the fiery tango of two lovers holding each other during the dance of lust. I have been the sweaty partner to an experienced lover; I have held his face within my hands and held his body between my thighs… my hips have met his in perfect synchronicity. Like the ballroom dancers that float across the shining wooden floors of fancy hotels, I have floated upon satin sheets entwined in my lover’s arms; the dance of passion is always beautiful, always different. Sometimes the crescendo of the music that two bodies makes is such that the dance seems violent, painful. The look that covers the faces of the dancers is something that cannot be explained with mere words… there is no way to describe the ultimate pleasure that comes from the climax of two bodies joined as one in the dance of love and desire. You and I have danced to the delightful music that our bodies, contacting skin on skin has created. There in the dark, you and I have held each other tighter than we could have ever imagined or believed. I have felt the soft exhale of your breath upon my breasts as you have slept with your face buried there, between the twin mounds of flesh, soft and lovingly cradling your head. I have laid within your arms, being held tightly in your sleep as if you were afraid that I might disappear if you did not hold onto me… I have known you. We have slept. We have loved. And even now, I recall the heat of your body close to mine. I can recall the scent of your skin within my nose. You are ever present within my heart and mind. You began as a fantasy that I had hoped would come true, but always thought would be just out of my reach. My heart knew you from the beginning of time, it seemed, and my love appeared to have been there since before that first kiss, that first look, that first embrace. My heart knew you, yes it did, but over time, my body knew you too. There was an unmistakable fire that burned within me each time you and I were near to each other. No space or distance can change the thumping in my chest every time I see you. The fire that ignites from the memories that are burned within my mind is omnipresent and always there… the memories are strong, they remind me daily of your presence. Time and space has not changed the passion. ~ butterfly kisses ~ My love; my heart’s desire, my passion fire. My Spanish angel, my flower of beauty, the butterfly kisses upon my cheeks. The softness of summer love, and the innocence of newborn roses in the spring. You are the light transformed into love, the fire of my heart; you make the passion flow thru my being and out of me onto the paper where my poetry lives. You excite the beat of my heart and cause the sorrow of separation to touch me. You make the artist in me come alive and you inspire my thoughts. You cause the ache of desire to burn me with longing for your touch, and you make me feel like the woman that is truly me. You spark my imagination and set free the child in me. You let me express myself in words and feelings and allow my heart to love you. And even without trying, you make me love you for all that you are and all that is a part of you. You may never truly understand or know how much I care, but if you’ll just remember these few words, then you will always know that deep in my heart ~ ~ I love you ~ ~ love ~ I told you once of the burning desire that I felt every time we were together. I said the words, and I could not retract them once I had said them… “I love you…” I whispered in the dark one evening. I could tell by the look on your face that the words were unexpected and quite shocking. You could not repeat them back to me, but it was that night that I decided that it did not matter… I loved you and that was all that I needed to know. I just needed to let you know how I felt. So I said the three words that can stop a grown man dead in his tracks. It was a much different relationship after that first initial speaking of the words. But never for me. I told you exactly how I felt each time I spoke to you. I told you of my undying passion and love for you. Within poems of love I expressed my ultimate and complete pleasure in you. I held nothing back from you. I shared each emotion as it came over me. Lying upon my bed with you in my arms, I stroked your hair and felt the utter contentment that having you near always created in me. Always anxious upon your arrival, always saddened by your departure; my love continued to burn. And it was this indescribable emotion that overtook me every day. In moments of silence and solitude, I would create bits of poetry to describe the way you made me feel. So strong are the emotions that you create in my heart that I have page after page of lovingly created prose to tell you how I feel. Even the thought of trying to forget you now is brushed away from the cobwebs within my mind because I know of the impossibility of the act. But, there are no brooms big enough to sweep away the affect that you have had on me. You are so very beautiful to me. The passion I feel for you is something beyond words. If love has a color, then color me with love. See what your artist’s fingers have drawn. You have created the jewels that shine in my eyes like emeralds glowing green. You have been the florist that made the bouquet of roses and wildflowers that I am. You are the sculptor that carved me out of hardened and cold marble to become the warm and beautiful Venus that I feel akin to. It is your hands that have caressed me into the soft and loving being that I am now. Within every person’s life, there is one great love. You are the love of my life. You will always hold that title. They say that every person has a soul mate. You hold this distinction too. I feel as though you are my soul mate, the one person who knows everything about me, the person who knows me inside and out… you are that person who has the key to unlock the unbridled passion that no other can. So restricted have I been; keeping my heart locked away from the possibility of pain, loneliness, and rejection, that no other man has been able to penetrate the walls I have built around my heart. You possess the key to unlock it and you are the one who has locked it back again. Even in the single-ness of being alone now, you could still walk through my door today, and I would allow you to turn the key once more within me. It is this knowledge of my ultimate weakness for you that frightens me and controls my emotions. It has been said that you only hurt the ones you love, and if so then this is the most painful experience I have ever had. Writing to you letters filled with passion and desire for you, I release the hidden longings for your eyes to read. Written in my hand, I write the eulogy that tells of the passing of the love that could have been and the ache that lives within me everyday. ~ memories ~ Clutched tightly within my heart are the memories of our days and nights together. And like little movies that flash behind my eyes and bring forth the remembrance of passionate moments spent together, the credits roll at the end of our movie. Our moments together flicker throughout my day, as post-mortems to something that was once very wonderful. Our time was brief, but within my heart, the monumental glory of the movie we made together of us, shines brightly. The marquee still glows with your name and mine shining in the fluorescent lighting of love. In all of our cinematic excellence, we played our parts perfectly. I was the damsel in distress and you were my handsome savior to come riding up in your shiny chassis to sweep me off my feet and give me hope for a brighter tomorrow. Played out like some romantic love scene from a box office hit, you and I created the memories that continue to play within my mind. Always on perpetual rewind, I recall the episodes of obsession and infatuation with you, my handsome prince. The recollections of the past glimmer with the afterglow of love. Rock steady are the hands of the director as each scene is replayed and reviewed for the approval of the audience. In secret, we rehearsed quietly the parts of lovers that public eyes would not be allowed to see. Wrapped up in each other’s arms, we would kiss and caress without prompting. There was no need for retakes or director’s cuts… I knew my part and you knew yours. Still, we were only acting, it seems. Lying on the producer’s couch, I let you take me… you held me with your hands touching me gently, stroking me into fevered orgasms. Your mouth closing down upon me, tasting me. The kiss of your mouth there, between my thighs creating a wondrous and glorious experience that nothing on earth can rival, repeats in my mind constantly. I have not forgotten the softness of your mouth on me, or the fullness of your lips as you would kiss me… The scent of my excitement would be heavy upon your mouth and perfumed lightly with the white zinfandel wine that we would consume when together. I would glow from the experience of your touch and kiss and no Hollywood make-up artist could rival the natural beauty of my face and skin as it flushed pink from the climactic ending to our love scenes played out there on my sofa. With the tenderness of the expert lover that you are, you would hold me closely to feel the spasms my body would have. And gentle kisses you would place upon my lips… your tongue still searching for that last sweet taste of me before you would depart. The passion I felt for you burned so deeply into my life that there seemed to be no escape from the fires sparked within my soul… how could you have known the impact you would have upon me? I wonder sometimes if I touched you half as much as you have touched me…I see you everywhere and that old familiar pang of rejection sweeps over me… clouds of pain cover my heart and burn me deep into my soul. And pain remains there. It keeps me from getting too close; it reminds me that you are omnipresent in my life. Can you ever really know just how much you have meant to me? Will you ever know? Time passes and time marches on… people change and things never remain the same, but the passion and love I felt for you then, remains strong within my heart… the absolute glory of love I feel for you burns in my heart and in my mind. You remain strong in my dreams and I can still recall your scent, if only as a memory, I can smell you in the air and on my skin. Sometimes, I lay awake in my bed, thinking about you and wishing I could just forget you… and then, I’m glad that I cannot forget you. You will always remain in my heart… there are no real words to express the way I feel for you. To say that I love you is not enough… you fill me… you are there within that special place that no one else will ever be able to fill… only you can occupy this place in my heart and in my life… no matter what may come of our friendship or the relationship that was; you are the only one that can occupy this space. You are the echo of my love, you bounce of the walls of my heart and you run through my mind. Your presence in my life has been both a blessing and a curse… I know you think that I will forget you, that there will be someone to replace you in my heart and in my life… but alas, I know that there will never be someone to fill that void. You fill that space, even gone from my life as you are now, you still fill that space… you will always fill it. The moment of falling came upon me that first night in your car, parked there in the twilight, when you first placed your lips against mine, with the urgency and passion that I felt from your mouth as it encompassed mine; the softness of your lips as they pressed against mine, tasting me with your tongue, caressing me with the gentleness of a lover… that was the moment I made the fatal mistake and fell in love with you. I cannot stand the fear or the pressure that accompanies the kiss. No man’s kiss can rival yours… That night, your hands touched my body, there in the moonlight and in the privacy of your car… No man’s hands caress can make me feel the way your hands make me feel… with my dress up around my hips, black silk panties being slid down my thighs by your hands, to be removed and kept by you… I recall oh so well that evening… And you placed hickeys upon my neck and my breasts; the softness of your sucking increasing with more fever as you kissed my neck and experienced first hand the excitement you created within me, flowing out of me from between my thighs in heated passion that your touch could even now cause. Little wonder to me that just recalling these memories makes me warm; the fire ignited down below from the memories of your hands touching me and bringing me to orgasm… the fires of love burn within me even now, after all this time, I feel it still for you… no other man has ever had that kind of an affect on me before and I doubt that any other man ever will… And like the sorrowful ending of a movie where love goes riding off into the sunset while the damsel waits with pain in her eyes and love in her heart, I watch as you drive away. Love burning ever hopeful. Love unrequited. Love unreturned… ~ sadness ~ In the fullness of time, sadness can come sweeping over the most loving of hearts. The pain is nearly unbearable, and nothing can come close to expressing the way this sadness overtakes the heart because of love lost. Even in the gloom of my sadness, there lives a light of love that refuses to burn out. It is the candle in the window that will always remain there, to show you the way back to my heart. Along the path to unconditional and true love, lies the seeds of tomorrow. We have no way to go back to the past and we cannot change what has happened before. We shall only be able to pave the way to forever love with the blooms of possibility. The seeds of passion lie dormant now, their glory hidden away from the prying eyes of the outside world and the cold harshness of fear. Waiting for the sunshine of love to once again shine down on them and awaken them, my passion flowers have closed their petals and will awaken only with the kiss of love. To once again hold the bouquet of loving words and gentle touches within my hands, I must see the gardener and request that he plant the seeds. It is with his kind touch and his gentle prodding that I may again bloom like the rose with all her glory. Fragile in the state of bloom, but strong and hardy in the early stages of the bud; the rose holds her thorns now as protectors from the pain that loving you has caused. The careless hand that plucked her beauty as the iris, now must tend to her carefully as the rose. With gentle words and soft caresses, the gardener must once again rebuild the trust; give the rose the strength and desire to go on. Her sadness is profound and she will wilt if left unattended too long. To nourish her spirit with the glow of love burning, the master’s hands can once again create the loving feelings that the rose needs to overcome the sadness that has gripped her at the core of her being. And even if the gardener chooses to plant his garden elsewhere, it is his release that she needs most now. He must turn her heart free and send her growing like the wild rose that grows without need of attention, lonely and beautiful but a constant reminder that she is wonderful and glorious in her own right. Even in beauty there is certain sadness that cannot be explained by the human heart. The owner and the creator of the sadness are the only two people who know beyond words this feeling of sorrow. ~ lonely ~ How funny it is that when I think of you now, I feel so lonely. Lonely and sad. Two words that should not ever come into the life of any human being, but always present it seems in today’s world. Too many people are lonely and sad. I have joined the ranks of those people. Isn’t it tragic how two words as innocuous as lonely and sad can encompass a wide range of emotions? When thinking of you now, lonely comes to mind. How lonely you must have been before and I wonder now, are you lonely now? Does that feeling come over you when you realize that I am not present anymore in your life like I was before? I had spent so much effort and desire on you. I wasted nothing in telling you how much you meant to me… months came and went and rarely did you ever go without hearing a word of love slip from my lips. To pursue you; to tell you daily of my love for you; to show you in every way, shape, and form that I possibly could, I tried to ease the loneliness I felt you had in your life. Somewhere, back in the deepest reaches and recollections of past memories, I remember you telling me of the sadness and loneliness you felt from being alone. I recall the stories of aloneness you told me of… nights where you slept alone in your bed. Nights of sleeplessness and recalled memories of when you had a woman to share your bed. I remember how you told me of these things with sadness in your voice. And once again, you have a woman who shares your bed. Alas, she is not me. And I am sad because I know this fact is real, not imagined. She is there, I am here… alone and lonely for you. For the scent of you within my nostrils; lonely for the weight of you against my body, in the confines and security of my bed… and I think to myself how fortunate you are to have found someone to share your bed, because it has not happened for me. I do not search for a partner to share my bed. I wait for the one man that I desire… you. Your scent is almost gone now from within the folds of the black silk robe that I wore that last night that we were together. If I search, I can find a small reminder, a tiny bit of the patchouli oil that was consistently and constantly a part of you. Along the neckline of the black silk, near where my neck and ear would be, I can still smell you. I know your scent, even without the physical reminders of it. The scent of your passion burned into my mind and left an indelible mark that cannot be erased by the tides of time. Though your scent has faded from my silk robe, it remains strong, within my heart and mind. Even as I wait for the impossible dream to come to life, I know that it is not exactly what I need in my life. You are the fantasy and the reality that I love; that I will always love, but a fantasy none the less. So I file you within the stockpiles of memories that have accumulated over the past years… there you will remain with the other sweet things that touch my heart. You are the bittersweet and maddening sadness that engulfs me. You have replaced the freedom of the butterflies that flew across my heart each time I was near you with the continuous ache of loneliness. When I think of you now, it is with deep sadness in my heart. I have not really lost you… you will always remain within me. My heart will always hold you dear and the memories you and I have created together will never fade from my mind. No matter how long I may be alone… you will always be within me. I have not lost you. And in the same token, you have not lost me either. There, within your mind, the memories of me will play. You will feel the tug on your heart strings when a familiar song plays on the radio or a sweet perfume scents the air around you; I will remain there, running through the corridors of your mind. Playing in the sand and building castles that glimmer in the sunshine of the love that burns for you; there I will be. When you feel sad and lonely, look for me there. I am the child that plays blissfully with the butterflies that float free upon the breeze that caresses your face and strokes your hair. You have not lost me. I am there, my darling love. I will always be there to console you when you are lonely and alone… look for me, I am there, with love, always there… Love Letters ~ lover’s moon ~ How many times have I told you of the mystery of the lover’s moon? It sits within the sky tonight, full and shining brightly as if a beacon to guide two lovers to each other. I feel the pull of the moon on my heart like the waves feel its pull and cause them to roll into the shore, crashing in and out, and like the sea foam glowing in the moonlight, so glows the fire in my heart for you. The gravitational pull of the moon tugs at the strings on my heart, pulling me closer to you, even in the dark, even though space and distance separates us tonight… I feel the pull of the lover’s moon and the pull of you on my heart. My body remembers the fleshly desires that the strength of you creates on nights like this. Whispered memories flood my mind and cause the sensations of lust to flow freely through my veins, to pour out of me; to escape the confines of my mind and explode in obvious excitement. My heart pounds. The flesh on my arms rise in goose bumps and my nipples extend to their full height; my body remembers you, it recalls your touch and the way your lips feel upon the skin that covers my heart, my soul, my being. Lover, oh lover, where are you tonight? Do you look at the night sky and remember me? Does the moon hang brightly in your world and shine a path through the corridors of your mind to that place where my memories burn? I wonder if you recall the way that we would talk under the glow of that magical orb in the sky… share fantasies of a perfect world where you would have known me before any other… And the lover’s moon shines tonight and calls out to you and me. It says that we should be together; that you and I should remember the passion that the glow of the moon can inspire within us… the lover’s moon calls out our names and the passing clouds offer us sanctuary from the moonbeams. And yet, there is no way that you and I will meet under the radiance of this wondrous and glowing planet. We will not toss down a blanket on thick grass; we will not meet in secrecy; there will be no rolling blissfully among the stars, upon the blanket together… no, the lover’s moon shines for other lovers tonight. We are not invited to partake in the invitation of inhibition… Somewhere, across the miles, I know you are gazing into the blue-black universe and counting the stars; you are seeing that moon, hanging there… you too can feel the pull of the moon upon your heart. I know you know I’m here, thinking of you and remembering our times together. I write you love letters. I write you sonnets of love. I write you poetry to regale the passion I have always felt for you… and tonight, I stare into the night sky, I write you love letters, and I look at the lover’s moon. ~ time ~ At some time, it will all come to pass that within the buried aches that plague me now, I will find a reason to smile again. Without warning or notice, there will another to take the place in my life that is so completely filled with the memories of you. There will someone to kiss away the pain and help me to find a new hope in a hopeless world. He will never be able to steal away the love I have for you. No one can ever take that away. That love was given to you, is reserved for you, and belongs only to you. Such is the way of the world that time passes and things change. Time marches on and a new drumbeat plays in the ears and hearts of lovers everywhere. For some, this will be the first time they will fall in love and for others, it will be the last. To be able to know the difference takes patience, knowledge. Keeping time with the drummer, my heart will learn to recognize the tune of new love. It has been a valuable learning experience to come to this point in my life. You have been integral to this process that has consumed so much of my time. Even now, you control the movements of my fingers, the thoughts in my mind, and the feelings in my heart. The passion I felt for you at the beginning still remains strong within me. You are all things to me. I feel as though I have known you since before creation. I have no memories now of a time when I did not love you. There is no moment that has passed before my eyes and the windows to my soul that I cannot recall with vivid clarity. Like the movement of the second hand on the face of the clock, your memory tick, tick, ticks… repeating over and over again the different scenes of our relationship. Within the workings of this internal clock that has catalogued every hour, minute, second of our times together, there is the filing cabinet of my mind that holds each memory. And when time stands still for me on lonely nights like tonight, I am able to reach into the recesses of the files and withdraw a sweet memory of you. When the hours pass too slowly and I fear I shall die from the sheer boredom of nothingness; I can recall your smile, however slight, and then I feel not at all alone. Dates have made their marks upon my heart and I recollect the way your kiss felt upon my mouth for each significant event. My birthday; bittersweet rejoining of the two of us… apart it seemed like forever, though only a month had passed. Our kisses were fevered and searching. The touching of your mouth upon mine sparked a fire that burned hotter than any other I had for you. There in the safety of your car, time stood still. We were together, nothing but the cool night air between us and the moonlight of the lover’s moon to illuminate the outside world. And I look back far enough to remember how I felt and still feel each time I see your handsome face. Not only did I believe you to be handsome, I also said you were beautiful to me. Your beauty being that of a masculine sense, but beauty just the same. It was not just your face that would make me catch my breath in my chest; no, it was also the wonderful, beautiful heart that beats proudly in your chest. The contentment I felt just being with you, shone so brightly that there was no need for me to want any other man in my life. And from one of my poems, I repeat to you about time wasted… *Passion unknown / love not tasted / longing all alone / for years far wasted… bittersweet tears / fall upon my breast / for many past years / your memory has been at rest… restless heart has been awakened / to knowledge of love gone / and chances never taken… *Excerpt from “Morris Park” by Rose Duncan ~ endings ~ For each new beginning there must be an ending. The ending can be anything from the last lick of an ice cream cone to the last tear shed by the sorrowful heart that has finally learned to let go. From time to time, it seems as though my life has been nothing but endings. The end of innocence. The end of carefree teen-age years; the end of being single, the end of being married… Amazingly enough, without coming to those endings, I would not be here today, making a new beginning. Probably the ending of a perceived friendship has been one of the hardest things for me to face. The dagger of rejection sears my heart and keeps me bound like a prisoner to the pain. It is the knowledge of my limited ability to change things that prompts me to put an ending to the conflict within my heart. To hang onto the seemingly impossible fantasy that lives within me is madness; to be able to walk away with confidence takes greater strength and dedication. It is an ending I need here, not the continuous, never-ending story that you and I have written together. For too long I have let you be the warden in this prison where my heart is held, convicted of nothing more than loving you. The conviction is burned on my heart and I will forever hold the title of prisoner of love unrequited. You have held the keys to release me for all this time, but I have now stolen away the power; I’m unlocking the door and releasing myself from your rule. I am bringing to an ending the love story imprinted on the pages of my mind and heart. It is time for the grand finale. This is the place where the author says, “and they lived happily ever after…” but in this story, it is where I say that I realized a long time ago that there would never be a “happily ever after” for us. All there could ever be here is the ending of a beautiful fantasy that rings true with love as its binding. The ending of one great love story that could have been is to become the beginning of the first chapter in a new book. The book about the rest of my life. While this is the ending to this story, it is also the beginning of the rest of the days of my life… I shall not waste them anymore on hopeless fantasies. My life can and will be filled with the entertaining and sometimes inane warbling of the poet and writer who seeks to find more out of life. Fill my cup with possibilities, I am now ready to drink from the bittersweet hopes and fears that life will bring me. Fill my cup and let my cup runneth over… give me each day as a new beginning, and let me realize the importance of endings… ~ thank you ~ Thank you for reading this bittersweet record of love letters; alas, there are so many more letters that were written, given, and lost to the love of whom this bell tolls. My words flowed like silk through my fingers, to land as beautiful linens of love upon sheets of paper. Within my mind, I crocheted the masterpiece of expression through the thoughts of deep and abiding love turned into prose, poetry, and verse. Through my eyes, I still see this man as my one great love… within in my heart, I know that my passion for him will ever burn, but here, within my mind, I recognize the need to let him go… give him up to whatever fates await him… Like the butterfly breaking free from its cocoon, I am finally flying free and majestically above the torment of love unrequited… although I will never forget the spear that pierced my heart, I have learned to spread my wings and fly… ~ again ~ And now, once again, you are back here, in my life. I cannot remember now when it was that I first contacted you, but I felt so compelled to do it that I picked up the phone and just dialed. I was a little shocked that you didn’t hang up on me, and even more so when I found that you had wanted to talk to me just as much as I wanted to talk to you. We spoke to each other as if we had never experienced the departure from one another’s lives. It was as tho there was never a break in the continuity of us. You told me of how you were once again alone, how you thought it better that way. You told me of the past year while I had been absent from your life, how, although I was not an everyday fixture in your life like before, I had remained within your mind. And I told you of how I had written page after page in my books of poetry, how I had sat down at my computer and pored over the memories locked in my mind, how I had missed you. And, again, it was like old times. You and I on the phone for hours, rehashing the past, talking about our futures, our hopes, our dreams. You telling me of how you recalled my heated passion for you. Your voice, once again soothing to my ears. The knowledge that once more, I had some of your attention. Again. Once again. Here we are standing on the brink of understanding. The edge of friendship that could easily totter over into love. And I recall with such clarity the immense presence you are in my heart. I have never forgotten you. I never will. You have been such an inspiration to these fingers that write upon the pages of my history. You are behind the poems. You are the reason for the writings. You are, here, once again. Perhaps, someday, you and I will find that elusive butterfly of love. We will have it land softly upon our hearts and touch us with such deep emotion that we will do well to forget one another. But until then, I will remain your friend. I will never lose this love I have for you and no matter who comes into my life or wanders across my path, this one thing will be true. You will always have me, even if I am gone; you and I are a part of each other. It was inevitable. It was divine intervention. Just like it is now, for us to be here, at this juncture, once again… Love Letters This is a work in progress. Please keep that in mind while reading. I'm not so concerned about grammar and spelling as I am about making the plot work. I'm looking for lots of comments so please feel free to write me after you read... P.S. I know you all want another chapter of Mira... But this happened first. You can yell at my muse if you like. I have to warn you that she never listens to me so I'm not sure she'll listen to you guys either. But you can try. ******************** Adam, My angel, It was so good to feel you last night. I wish you could have stayed longer. Our time together is always so short. When I woke this morning and you were gone I couldn't help thinking about how we were together. I couldn't help wondering if I dreamed it all. My memories seem almost too intense to be real. Sleeping. Lost in imagined seductive visions. Through hazy dreams, insistent questioning touches beg attention. Dream or reality, the darkness isn't quite recognizable, as wet warmth kisses up my thigh. Legs spread unbidden, welcoming attention that so recently was merely hopeful dreaming. Arms wrap around my thighs, holding as if I may try escape. Hot breath caresses lips and whispers how close you truly are. A soft needy moan is anxious anticipation of your next touch. Then you're on my. Burning, wet, gentle probing. Your tongue stroking my lips, my clit. You always tell me how much you love my taste. You say I'm sweet and beautiful. You love to hear me moan and feel me writhe in your arms as you kiss me. I've never known anything like what you do to me. Intense passion boils in my chest, my stomach, my legs, until sudden screaming pleasure explodes inside me and pours out. You hold me tighter sucking on my clit, tongue probing my pussy, refusing to let go. You drive me farther than I thought possible, propelling me over the edge in an endless cycle until I push you away. Even then you fight me, as if you can't get enough. You want more. You amaze me, as you crawl up the bed, lie beside me, and pull me into your arms. I'm still trembling from what you did to me. When I finally recover enough to attempt to return the gesture, you tell me "no." "Tonight is for you," you whispered to me and held me tighter. How can I not fall in love with a man like that? Yours always, Lilly My Lilly, I read your letter and only wish I could hear your voice instead. When I close my eyes I can almost taste you. I brush my lips with my fingertips and I can almost feel you there. Unfortunately, that memory is tainted. I remember not only the soft warmth of your skin, but the hard scars marring your perfect flesh. The little whimpers of pain as I found bruises that should never have been. When you remind me of how short our time is and of how you wish I could have stayed, it tears me apart. I have to ask if you've spoken to him yet or if you've at least found a way that we may speak on the phone. Have you considered purchasing a pre-paid cell phone or a card? While I understand the need to keep the existence of our relationship secret, you must know that I can't spend nights with you as we do so rarely and read your words and not long to see you more. You wrote last time of a possible solution. I want to know more of it. I apologize for the short length of this letter. But I'm frustrated and don't like this means of communication. Tell me if there is anything I can do to help. Adam My Love, I am sorry. I wish I could do more than write letters. But he controls all of my money. He would know if I were to buy the things you suggest. We've discussed that. I feel so trapped here. You can't possibly understand what it's like to have so little control of your own life. If you want to leave me, I understand. I don't know why you put up with this situation. Believe me when I say that I am looking for a way. I only wish there was something you could do. But I don't know what that could be. He will be gone on another business trip next week. Same time. If you come to me I'll know that you've forgiven me for not saving myself. If you don't come then I'll know we're done. Lilly Adam, You have no idea how much it meant to me that you came. In all my life I've never felt safe, as I do with you. I only wish you hadn't been so concerned with the cast. I'm small and bones break more easily than you think. It wasn't nearly as bad as it appeared. I hope you think more about how my mouth felt as I wrapped it around your length, how my fingers felt as they danced along your inner thigh. You certainly seemed to enjoy me sucking on your cock, your hands twisting in my hair, guiding my head. I loved the way the velvety hard filled my throat and the sounds you made as you came. Focus your thoughts on how we are together and don't think so much about my husband. He ruins enough of my life. I don't want him to ruin us as well. I understand your decision. I never should have suggested the things I said. I can't believe I even considered putting you in that kind of position. Don't worry. I'll get it figured out. Someday soon we'll be able to be together, and we won't have to hide any longer. Write me soon, like you used to write, beautiful words that seep into my heart and make me fall in love with you over and over again. I need our letters. You're the only thing that gets me through each day. The thought that I'll be able to see you again, to feel you inside me again, is what compels me to keep going. I love you Lilly Lilly, My flower, A letter like I used to write. Your wish is my command... Remember the crystal vase full of roses that I bought you? You refused to keep it. You thought that he might find it. You told me to take it home and keep it for you, that I should give it to you when you could put it where everyone can see it. I took the vase home and put it on the dining room table. Every Friday on my way home from work I stop by the florist on the corner and buy one lily. I take it home and put it in the vase. I can't help but think that if I can't have you then at least I have this one beautiful reminder that you're out there waiting for me. We're meant to be. I know I keep saying that. You never seem to believe it. I keep trying to find another way of saying it, a way to convince you that it's true. I've erased this line several times. I don't know if I'll ever find the perfect words to say what you mean to me. I only dream that one day soon you'll find a way. I wish I could have been the man you thought I could be. I'll love you always Adam Lilly, It's been weeks. Please write me. Adam To the asshole who has been fucking my wife, She won't be writing anything anymore. Lucky for you, your P.O. Box wasn't traceable. Rest assured that if I ever find out who you are, you'll pay for turning her against me and putting wild ideas in her head. Know that for every letter I find from you, she'll regret having met you a little bit more. The Husband Lilly, I should have done what you asked the first time you asked it. I'm sorry you had to suffer for anything I wrote. After he wrote me that threatening letter, I watched your house for a little while, hoping to see you and know that you were okay. After a couple days I made a guess and checked the nearby hospitals. When I found you it nearly killed me. Then I couldn't even get in to see you. It's been months of hell. I miss you more than you can possibly imagine. I don't understand why you haven't called or at least written to me, now that it's done. Didn't I take care of things like you asked me too? I'm trying to understand why you denied knowing me during the trial. I can look at it logically and say that you were protecting yourself. You've been through so much. But now that he's gone and you're free and the trial is done, I need to hear from you. I need to know that you still need me the way you always said you did. I need to know that when I get out, you'll be there. Please Adam Lilly, I can only hope that you'll get and read this letter. The last one was returned unopened. The closest I come to feeling needed or loved these days is when one of the other inmates decides he's lonely. It's not quite the same as the way things were between you and me. Cock just doesn't taste the same as pussy. If I'm sounding a little bitter, I can't help it. I thought that this was what you needed. I thought I was your savior. Here I am rotting and I can't help wondering if you planned this all along. Maybe you aren't the sweet victim you appeared to be. I keep hearing your voice, from that day in court, over and over again. You denied ever knowing me. I regretted burning your letters as I watched the flames lick the paper the way I used to lick your clit. But I never regretted it as much as I do now. All you would have to do to make my miserable existence mean something now would to tell me that you still love me. That's all it would take. I'd understand and forget all the rest. Please Lilly. Don't tell me that I gave up my life for nothing. Adam Love Letters: Daddy & Daughter Oh, my dear kinky baby girl, Daddy misses your wet pussy and hot cock sucking lips. I want to unload all my hot cum deep into your belly. You have to tell Daddy all about your day. I hope you wore your collar. I would love to have you buy some sexy things to wear and tease your Daddy so he would fuck you over and over. What a happy little slut you must be. Having your Daddy’s hard incest cock up your cunt, so sweet and nasty. I would love to eat your wet pussy and hear you moaning, begging Daddy to fuck you. I want to cum while you whisper all your wonderful dreams in my ear. If you are a good girl and tell me every incest loving, nasty slut thing you have dreamed about doing with Daddy, I will let you play with your pussy while I watch. Won’t that be fun? I want you to go to the store and do some shopping for me that will turn your face red and make the people around you wet and hard. I want you to be wearing your collar so everyone knows you are spoken for. You can take your collar with you and put it on in the car before you go inside. I should have bought a less expensive collar but I wanted the best for my little whore and never thought of the people who might harm you to take such a beautiful gift away. Go to the food store and pick up the biggest cucumber you can find. I want you to rub it against your breast and leg. Run your hand up and down the cucumber like it was Daddy’s cock. Buy it and only it at the counter and bring it home to me. I will show you how to pull a rubber over it and I will help you use it on that sweet cunt of yours while we talk about our day together. All my love, Daddy / Your Master +++++++++++++++++++++++++++ My dearest Master/Daddy, I love the new collar you got me and will always were it to remind me of your love for me, that I am yours to do with as you want. I love to feel the tightness of it around my throat, it reminds me of the way my pussy and ass grip your hard cock as you fuck me. Today at school, I started thinking of how you woke me up last night with your cock pushing into my mouth. I started squirming in my chair as I felt my pussy lips swelling and my panties getting damp. I couldn't resist licking my lips and am afraid I moaned out loud because the girl next to me turned to look at me funny. I tried to squeeze my legs together to stop the feelings but it only got worse. I had to raise my hand and ask for a bathroom pass, right in the middle of Mr. Thompson's lesson on algebra. His eyes staring at my thighs as I walked up to his desk to get the bathroom pass. The little green plaid skirts of our school uniform seem so short. I was afraid there was a wet spot on the back of my skirt and was waiting to hear giggles as I walked to the front of the room. Mr. Thompson handed me the large wooden dowel, which is what he uses to prove that one of his students has his permission to be out of the classroom. As I grabbed it from his hand I realized my hand barely fit around its width. A blush came to my face as it reminded me of your thick cock. Mr. Thompson still had one end of it in his hand and as he watched the blush warm my cheeks, he gently slide it in and out of my fist. "Hurry back," he said as he smiled at me. Licking my suddenly dry lips, I stammered out that I would before turning towards the door. I could feel his eyes on my ass as I walked out of the room. Walking down the hall, I kept staring at the dowel in my hands. The way my fingers barely fit around it. I could feel my pussy tingling and started walking even faster. Rushing to be alone in the confines of a bathroom stall. As soon as I reached the bathroom, I quickly locked myself into the largest stall and sat Mr. Thompson's bathroom pass on the back of the toilet. Pressing myself against the wall, I pulled up my skirt and pulled my panties down. I had to clench my teeth together to keep from moaning when my fingers brushed against my clit. My hips began rocking to meet my fingers and I could feel my pussy getting hotter and hotter. I was imagining that my fingers were your tongue, Daddy, that you were tasting me like you love to do. The way your tongue flicks over my clit before you bury it deep inside my pussy. My eyes kept falling on the bathroom pass and my mind would flash at how much like your cock it was: long, thick and hard. Almost before I realized what I was doing, my hand closed around it and I brought it to my pussy. I couldn't stop myself from crying out as it entered me; unlike your cock there was no gradual build up to the thickest part. It was almost like our first time together. The pain bringing tears to my eyes but the pleasure keeping my hips rocking against it, trying to get more. I stopped rubbing my clit so I could shove my skirt into my mouth to stop me from screaming out your name. I know you have said I can't tell anyone about our secret life together, our love for each other but even when pleasuring myself, it is your name that falls from my lips. I could feel my hot, thick cum rolling down the dowel as I exploded onto it. All through my orgasm I kept pumping the dowel in and out as my other hand slid up to pull and twist my nipples. Slowly I pulled the dowel out of me and sank down on the stool. My legs were shaking so hard I needed to rest for a minute before I tried to go back to class. As I sat there with my head against the cool wall, I glanced down at the dowel in my hand and remembered your instructions to always clean up after myself. I brought the makeshift dildo to my mouth so I could lick and suck it clean. Just the way you taught me to clean your cock after it has been inside me, Daddy. Aren't you proud that I remember the lessons you have taught me? Soon, I couldn't taste myself anymore on the dowel so I put in on the back of the stool and grabbed some toilet paper to wipe myself clean. I almost fell off the seat as I dragged that paper through my hot, sticky cum and over my clit. It took three wipes before I no longer felt the syrupy cum on me. At the sink I carefully washed my hands and then used the paper towels to pat dry my face, which was sweaty. I even washed the dowel to make sure it was clean. Walking back to my classroom slower, I was thinking of our night tonight. How wonderful it would be to have you inside me, to be licking you clean of my sweet cum. I couldn't wait to be Daddy's little slut again. To learn whatever new tricks he wants me to. When I entered the classroom, Mr. Thompson was standing at the blackboard with his back to the class, writing a problem out. I was going to place the bathroom pass on his desk before returning to my seat but he held out his hand for it. As I placed it in his hand, Mr. Thompson's eyes stared into me, almost as if he could read my thoughts about our night together. Before I could turn around and return to my seat, he brought the wooden dowel to his nose and sniffed deeply. Then his tongue snaked out to taste it, like he could still taste me on it. His eyes closed briefly and he slipped the dowel into his front pocket, smiling as it slid inside. I stopped at the store on the way home and picked up the cucumber you wanted. It made my insides melt when I touched it against my breasts. I love it when you rub your cock on my breasts, Daddy. The way you fuck the warm, soft tunnel between them until you cum on my face, in my mouth. I put the cucumber under my pillow; I hope we get to use it tonight. I want you to use it when I suck on you so that I moan around you in the way that drives you crazy. Your loving slave/daughter ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ My dear little slut slave, You are a nasty little girl, making your teacher hard. You know that he was thinking of fucking my little girl! Oh, using that dowel was such a sweet thing to do, thinking of Daddy fucking you. Wish I had been there to watch you shove it up your hot, tight cunt. Daddy will use the cucumber you bought today to fuck your little girl pussy after Mommy goes to sleep. Although I know she would love to watch her little slut girl get her nasty cunt filled with it and then make you suck it clean so she could then shove it up you. But you are Master’s/ Daddy’s and I want the pleasure of seeing you moan and cry as I ream your little girl cunt. Daddy loves you. Tomorrow you are not to wear panties under your uniform. You will let Mr. Thompson see your pretty little pussy but no one else. When he is unable to take his eyes off you, ask to go to the bathroom and fuck yourself with the dowel again. Only this time do not wash it off before you give it back to him. Then come straight home and tell Daddy all about it. If you do it, Daddy will fuck you from behind like you love the best. But because you were such a nasty girl today, Daddy/Master will have to punish you tonight and I think I will spank you. Then you will have to prove you love your Daddy and Master by sucking me until I fill your lovely mouth with my hot cum. If you make me hard again, I will fuck your horny pussy or tight ass. I want to keep my sluttish slave happy so I will let her choose if she is good to me. Tomorrow your Aunt and Uncle and little cousin will be over. They are taking Mommy out for her birthday dinner and I will "baby sit" my two pretty girls. Daddy would love to see his cunt slave tease her sweet cousin and make her feel so good between her legs. Would you like to taste Sarah’s pussy, lick her the same way Mommy licks you? Maybe we will let her watch your Master fuck you. She could lay under us while you eat her pussy but not touching you. I want her to just enjoy the feeling of your tongue and mouth on her while she watches your tiny pussy swallow up Daddy’s cock. Or should we have her guide me into your ass? Always remember Daddy loves you. Master owns you. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ My Beloved Daddy & Master, I was so happy last night that you weren't too mad when I told you what I had done at school. I was so afraid you would be very angry with me; that you would stop loving me for being so naughty. Your punishment of a spanking was just what I deserved. Daddy always knows just what I need. This sounds so bad but I remember my vow to tell Daddy everything, to always be honest with him. After I told you what I had done at school, how I had pleasured myself without my Master's permission and you roughly grabbed my arm to pull me down across your lap? I loved how you pulled my skirt up to expose my ass, the way it felt when you spanked me, Master. I could feel my ass getting hot and knew it had to be bright red from the force you were using to spank me. It hurt but at the same time, it made my pussy tingle and I could feel the shocks of your hand striking me travel all the way to my clit. It made me so hot and wet for you, Daddy. I even came for you once, just from your punishment before you touched my hot cunt with your fingers and made me cum again. I'm not wearing any panties under my skirt today, just like you told me, and I slip into Mr. Thompson's room a few minutes early. As I stand in front of his desk, I can feel the cool air moving up my legs to caress my bare bottom. "Um, Mr. Thompson? I was wondering if I could switch seats and sit in the front row today. I have been having some problems reading the blackboard and my Daddy thought maybe if I was closer to the front of the room it would help me." Mr. Thompson's eyes got glassy as he looked up at me from behind his desk. Even though it was a warm summer day outside, my nipples were hard and straining against my shirt. "Sure, Lottie. You can move right up here in front of my desk. You said you had talked to your father about this?" "Oh, yes, sir! My Daddy is the greatest man on earth, so smart and he only wants the best for me. I love him and would never keep any secrets from him. I can talk to my Daddy about everything." I turn and slip into my new assigned seat before the other students start coming into the room. Carefully keeping my legs together and my skirt down, I pull my math book out of my backpack and lay in on my desk. After I open the book, I lay last night's homework on the corner of my desk so it can be collected later. I fold my hands on the desk and stare at a spot above Mr. Thompson's head thinking of the hour to come. I wonder if Daddy is having a hard time concentrating on his work, knowing how his baby girl is going to play a slut and tease her teacher. Mr. Thompson pretends to be working on his grade book but I can see his eyes rising every so often to stare at me. No doubt he is thinking of yesterday and a blush steals over my cheeks as I think of how much better today is going to be for him. Soon the other kids start coming into the classroom and the bell rings to announce the start of a new school day. Mr. Thompson walks around the room collecting the homework from last night while we listen to the morning announcements. Does anyone really care what we are having for lunch? I just want Mr. Thompson to return to the front of the classroom so I can begin teasing him for you, Daddy. I know how much it thrills you when other men desire what belongs to you. Finally Mr. Thompson steps up to his desk and tells us to open our books to page 192 for today's lesson. We will be working on problems 1 - 18 as a group but the rest of the problem set is to be done individually either in the class or as homework if we don't finish. Mr. Thompson is asking us to please pay attention to the lesson as many students are turning in poor work from not following along in class. While Mr. Thompson writes the first problem on the blackboard, I spread my thighs and sink lower in my chair. Slipping a hand under my desk, I pull my skirt up a little. When Mr. Thompson turns around to face the class again, he sees the faces of 27 students and my clean-shaven cunt staring back at him. His throat must have turned dry on him because he began coughing. "I was going to use student volunteers to show the work but I think today I will just ask for students to tell me how to do the work and I will write on the board." Hands go up all around me, as the other students want to have the chance to work out the problem on the board. I keep opening and closing my thighs, teasing Mr. Thompson so that he never knows when he will be able to look into my sweet cunt and when my legs will be demurely closed. This also causes my skirt to slide higher up my legs. By now Mr. Thompson is standing at an angel, his back almost up against the chalkboard so he can face the class most of the time. The students around me giggle a Mr. Thompson struggles to work out the problems along with them, almost as if he is learning this now with us. My left hand has slide into my lap and strokes my clit as I copy the problems off the board onto my paper. Sometimes I let my fingers slip down my pussy lips and into my pussy to get them wet. It feels so good to rub my slippery wet fingers around on my clit. We've only made it to problem 11 before my pussy begins to tingle. I have to get out of here now. I tug down my skirt and put my left fingers near my mouth like I am chewing on my fingernails when actually I am licking the cum off them. My right hand goes into the air and Mr. Thompson immediately calls on me. "Yes, Lottie?” he asks. "May I have a bathroom pass, please?" I respond urgently. Even though I am not touching myself, I can feel my pussy burning hot and tight. I need to get to the privacy of a bathroom, fast. "You know where it is," Mr. Thompson replies. Quickly I slide from my chair, my thighs opening for him and rush to his desk where I grab the large dowel in my hand before practically fleeing the classroom. Rushing out the door, I try walking quickly to the bathrooms at the end of the hall but I can feel my clit being rubbed between my pussy lips making it difficult to walk. I want to just stop, lean up against a wall and fuck myself with the dowel in the hallway. Finally I reach the bathroom and close myself into the first stall. As I bend down to look for shoes in any of the other stalls, I remember how it felt last night when you fucked me bent over like this, Daddy. The way your balls slammed against my clit as you pounded harder and faster into your nasty little slut. Reaching around behind me, I ram the dowel into my drenched cunt crying out as it enters me. My body begins rocking on this makeshift dildo and my mind wanders to special moments I have had with you. The one that sticks out in my mind is the time Mommy caught us together. The look on her face as she walked in to see her little girl being fucked by her Daddy's huge cock and heard her asking for more! The lust and fear in her eyes when our Master demanded that she come over to help him make their baby cum. How it felt the first time she sucked my clit into her mouth as your cock tore into me again and again. Pleasure ripped through my body as I started to cum and I couldn't stop myself from calling out your name. Knowing that you knew what I was doing was almost as intense as having you there to witness my orgasm. My knees folded and I sank to the floor, my sweaty forehead resting against the cool wall. My pussy continued to throb and slowly pushed the dowel out, my body trembling as it did. I grabbed the dowel in my hand before it could hit the floor. Using the cool porcelain of the stool, I lifted myself once again to my feet. I could feel my sticky cum sliding down my thighs and using toilet paper, wiped them clean but didn't try to clean up my soaking pussy. After washing my hands, I returned to my classroom. Opening the door, I was surprised to see Mr. Thompson seating at his desk. I hadn't realized I was gone long enough for them to finish the group assignment. Mr. Thompson looked up at my flush face as I went to my desk. "Aren't you forgetting something, Lottie," Mr. Thompson asked when I sat down. My face must have held a puzzled look because he continued. "Where is the class bathroom pass, Lottie? Did you put it in something and forget it?" My face turned beet red as I realized what he was asking. "I, uh, must have forgotten it in the bathroom," I stammered. "Sorry, Mr. Thompson. I'll go and get it." "Are you sure you went to the bathroom at all?" Mr. Thompson demanded. "Yes, sir. The ones at the end of this hall," I replied. "I'll walk with you to make sure that is where you were, young lady," Mr. Thompson responded in a stern voice. Propelling me down the hall by gripping my arm, Mr. Thompson marched me to the bathrooms, his knuckles brushing against my breast. Without pausing, he walked into the girls' bathroom with me. "Now where is the pass?" he demanded. My hand shook as I pointed to the pass on the back of one of the sinks where I had left it. The dowel slipped and almost fell out of his hand when he grabbed it because it was slimy with my cum. Mr. Thompson seemed unaware I was with him as he brought the dowel up to his face and sniffed it with his eyes closed. My pussy began to tingle again when his tongue snaked out to lick it. His fist tightened around the dowel and he whispered "Please forgive me" before pulling me into a bathroom stall with him. Closing the door behind us, Mr. Thompson sat on the stool and placed his feet on the door. Pulling me down on his lap, he roughly pushed me back so my head was lying on his ankles. Gripping my ass cheeks he lifted my pussy to his mouth and stabbed me with his tongue. Between murmuring how sweet I tasted he would push his tongue deep inside me and wiggle it around. I was confused at how he could make me feel so good when he wasn't my Daddy or Master but soon all I could think about was the way his tongue and lips worked over my pussy and clit. How his fingers kept brushing against my asshole. With one hand I squeezed and pulled at my nipples but my other hand curled around his neck, holding him tight against my young cunt. Love Letters: Daddy & Daughter "Ohhh, Daddy," I called out as I exploded into his eager mouth, my hips bouncing on his upper thighs as I came. Slowly his licking and sucking subsided and he helped me stand on my feet again. Kissing my mouth so I could taste my own sweet juices from his lips and tongue. "Your father is one lucky man, Lottie," Mr. Thompson said as he led me back to our classroom. "Even your name makes sense now. He must have had plans for you to have named you Lolita. I think I should schedule a conference with him soon." I didn't mean for it to go that far, Daddy. I thought I would have a wonderful day teasing Mr. Thompson like we had talked about but I never thought he would actually touch me. Now Mr. Thompson has guessed about our special love for each other. Please, Daddy, please, don't let them take me away from you. I don't know what I would do if Mr. Thompson told anyone and they made me leave my Daddy & Master. No one will ever love me the way you do or make me as happy. I'm sorry, Daddy Your Baby Girl Love Letters for Him: No. 01 Author's Note: Love Letters for Her accompanies this new series by jushorny. Comments encouraged and welcome. ~ Thanks, Red. * Good morning Handsome, I thought I would leave you a little something before I left for work this morning. I wanted to thank you for the flowers you brought home last night. They were beautiful and a wonderful surprise. It's been a long time since I sat down to write you a love note. I sit here now and smile at the memories of the ones I wrote when we were first married. Do you remember them? I do. I remember how I would sit here and tell you what I wanted to do to you when you got home. Then when you got home and I was at work you knew how badly I wanted you. I still want you, just as much as I did then. It seems though that we get lost in our day. So I'm here listening to that little snore you have when you sleep and I'm thinking of how much I want to wake you up. You worked twelve hours shifts for eight days straight and I want you to rest, so when you wake up know that tonight this is what I will do to you. *wink* You'll come home and I'll rush around, making sure the house is decent looking and then I'll open the door for you. You'll smile and so will I. The door will open and you'll step in. I'll get a kiss and then you'll move to put your things away, but this time Handsome, I won't let you. I'll take your things and set them on the floor. "They'll be fine there," I'll tell you and take your hand in mine. I'll pull you along to our room. You'll get to wave briefly at the kids. Sara will roll her eyes at us. Karen will blush and Seth, his nose will be in his joke book. You'll roll your eyes at me, but I will continue to drag you along. We'll make it to our room and I'll shut the door, locking us in. You'll raise a brow at me and I'll smirk. My fingers will slide up and start unbuttoning your shirt. You'll cup my breasts and rub my nipples. I'll push your hands away. "Stop distracting me," will be the words that are giggled out. Your hands will fall to your sides and I will open your shirt, lean in and taste your skin. I smell the soap you use. The scent fresh, clean and you. I'll breath deep. "God you smell so good." My fingers will push your shirt off and I'll just let it fall to the floor. Your fingers will tangle in my hair as I step up on my toes and press your lips to mine. We'll kiss. Our tongues will slide together. I'll taste you and the soda you drank; you'll taste the tea I had earlier. "You taste divine." I'll moan, because your hands will slide down my back and grip my ass, bringing me closer to you. My mouth will leave yours and I'll kiss your shoulders. I'll bite, you'll say "Ow," I'll giggle and bite you again. I'll lick away the sting and kiss the wet patch of flesh. Stepping back my palms will run down your chest. You'll see me study your right nipple and I'll run my nails across it. You'll keep watching me. My head will dip down and the tip of my tongue will trace the shape of that darkened flesh of skin. I'll hear you hiss and smirk against your chest, while one of my hands anchors to your hip, the other splays over your left nipple. You'll groan when you feel my mouth latch onto the raised peak and suck firmly. I'll bite and tease that nub, while your fingers are kneading my ass. I'll moan and let my mouth move from one nipple to the next. Until you are groaning with more lust-filled needs. I'll step back then and smirk up at you, and you'll see me slide to my knees. My hands will travel up and down your thighs until I grasp the button of your jeans. I'll bite my lip as I work with that damn button. This is where my seduction always goes a little off. Buttons and I do not get along. . .at least the buttons on jeans. Finally, I'll sit back and blow a wisp of my bangs from my brow and let you free that pain-in-the-ass obstacle. *wink* Then my Handsome man, I'll take care of the rest. They'll be a knock on the bedroom door, or the phone will ring. *laugh* I'll say, "Take a message," or "Dad's changing clothes, be out in a bit." Whoever is at the door will sigh, but walk away. We'll chuckle and then you'll get quiet as I open the zipper and place a warm kiss against your briefs. Your fingers will slide in my hair, I'll purr. I love it when you brush back my hair. I'll rub my cheek against your cock and then look up at you. Carefully, so my nails don't mar your skin I'll wrap my fingers around the waist band of your jeans and briefs then push and pull the both sets of clothing down. They'll rest at your ankles and my fingers will start a path that eventually leads to the swollen sex that jerks toward my eager lips. I'll moan, breath deep and just enjoy the fragrant perfume of your sex. My fingers will wrap around your cock and I'll hold it just like I would if it were made of glass. I'd feel my pussy throb and squeeze the muscles, enjoying that tension that is there on the edge of my sex. I can smell my own arousal and how it blends so well with yours. I'm wet now Handsome, while I write this. You'll see my tongue come out and lick the entire length of your cock. There will be a drop of pre cum just barely peeking out and my tongue will wash it away from you. I'll pump your swollen sex up and down and more will sneak out, again I'll lick you clean. My fingers will play with the curls of your sex, until I reach your balls and then I'll stroke and rub them. Gently I'll run my tongue around the edge of the engorged head and then open my mouth. You'll growl, just like always when you feel my lips roll over your hot, slippery flesh. My tongue will press on the tip and then around the sides. I'll angle my head so I can move deeper down on you, taking more of your sex. My teeth will graze the sides. You'll beg for me to suck harder and take you further. I will. I will open my mouth and slide more of your shaft into the warm cavern. Your fingers will tighten in my hair and I'll grin inside as I feel you lift and drop me onto your cock; your hips taking over and you start fucking me. I'll gag just a little, adjust my jaw and take you deeper. My hands would move to your hips and I would help you plow yourself into me. God, baby... I want to wake you up and deep-throat you right now. I'm so slick with juice. I'm so wet. I can smell myself. I'd keep taking your cock and you'd grab my head, hold it still and you'd buck one last time into me. Your seed will start to fill my mouth. I'd hold it, waiting for you to empty yourself into me. I'd come off your cock and let you watch me swallow that precious gift you give me. I'd then look down and lick the seeds that are still coming out. When I had all of you washed off, I'd stroke your cock and get another thick drop of come and I'd lick that too. I have to go now Handsome... I'll be home late tonight, probably not till after you leave for work. I love you, Your Wife and Lover Love Letters for Him: No. 02 For the other half of this letter read: "Love Letter To Him No. 01" by RedHairedandFriendly * Hey sweetie, I do remember all the love notes you wrote for me years ago, they still pop into my mind from time to time. You're more the welcome for the flowers and believe me, the letter you left was much more than a thank-you and if that's what happens when I bring home flowers you can expect to be getting many more from me. When I found your letter on my pillow I laid down to read it. I hadn't gotten far before I was rock solid wanting you. That's about when Seth came into the room for his morning tickle routine. Reluctantly I folded the letter and slid it under my pillow knowing I'd return to it as soon as the kids were off to school. Once the kids were gone I returned to our bed and read your letter while pretending my hand was your mouth. It wasn't nearly as nice, but it did do the trick, thanks. (Kiss). As I fell asleep I decided that if you, my sexy wife, can write such a letter for me, why couldn't I do the same for you. While this might not be as eloquently written as yours, it's my attempt to return the favor. So let me tell you what happens from where your note left off. My chest would be heaving slightly and my hands would still be shaking from the orgasm you had just given me. I would reach down and pull you from your knees. My hands would slide down your side to cup your butt and pull you in close. Our lips meet and I slide my tongue into the warm wetness of your mouth. I can taste the remnants of me and it turns me on to know you love to taste my seed. I reach and slide your top off over your head, tossing it to the floor. My hands would cup your breasts while my mouth trails licks from your mouth over your chin and along your neck. I'd smile as you reach back to undo your bra knowing I never did figure out a smooth way to get you free. I'd spend a few moments licking and sucking on your gorgeous breasts making sure your nipples were hard before biting down and pulling with my teeth, my way of letting you know I was wanting more. I'd move us over towards the bed, lowering your pretty ass onto the edge as I kneel down reaching for the zipper of your slacks. The knock on the door reappears. I look up at you and wink. I lean over your beautiful body giving your lips a passionate kiss before whispering, "Stay right here lover, let me go appease the little ones, then I'll be back." My hand would slide down between your legs, pressing against your sex before picking up my pants, sliding them over my naked form and disappearing out into the world of kids. When I return I find that you have moved up on the bed, your long soft hair spread out on the pillow. I see your slacks have come off and your sex now covered only by the flimsy white thong that you know I love on your body. I growl as I climb on the bed on my hands and knees, my lips heading directly for your bent knee. I would lick and nibble my way down your silky thigh while my hands reached to play with your nipples. My calloused fingers roll the stiff hard nubs between them, pinching and teasing. Your hand guides my face to your center and I feel your fingers running through my hair. I comply with your wishes, licking closer to your sex, sliding my tongue under your thong. My nostrils breathing in your lust filled scent makes my sex jerk in appreciation and anticipation. Your scent encourages me further; I use my tongue to spread your lips open, moaning as I get the first taste of your wetness. My hands would slide down from your breasts to remove the thong, slowly sliding it off your long legs. I lean my face down between your spread legs when there is more noise from the other side of the door. "Sara, remember what dad told you?" I would say without missing a lick. It seemed to silence her for now. I look up at your half closed eyes, smile, and lean back down to lick and probe for the taste my body craves. My tongue licks the length of your sex, paying special attention to your hard clit. My tongue flicks across it before probing into your wetness, lapping up your juice while hoping to create more. I hear your soft moan as my tongue pushes in further. I lick along the walls of your pussy while tasting and smelling your beauty. My tongue never stops to pause, licking and lapping while my fingers caress and tease your clit. Your thighs close in around me as your back arches up. I hear your soft moans and know that you are close. I slide a finger in along side my tongue adding to your pleasure. My thumb provides attention to your hardened clit. I feel your hands grab hold of my head, smashing my face against your sex. Your hips thrusting riding the wave of your orgasm and you feed me your nectar. Next time dear, maybe you should wake me. Love you too babe, Your husband Love Letters for Him: No. 03 Author's Note: This letter compliments jushorny's letter: Love Letter to Him No. 4. I hope you enjoy. ~ Red Hello love. . . It's me again. Last night was amazing I hadn't come so hard in such a long time. Thanks for the letter. It was an added bonus to the evening. I was thrilled when you got home and we were able to act out our fantasies as well as indulge in more play. I'm having dinner with mom and my sisters. The kids will be at your parents... they are spending the night. I'm sure we can think of something to do together. Your hiding in the shower right now. . .well not hiding, but you are in there and we have to head out in a little bit. Don't worry I'll give you a kiss goodbye before I leave, but right now I wanted to tell you how much I love you. When your at work today I want you to think of something for me. Do you remember the small vibrating egg, the one with the remote... I bought it a few weeks ago? Oh, I bet you do. I can already see the smile on your face. I'm taking that with me to dinner today. Every time I think of you, I'm going to press that button and feel the vibrations against my clit roll through me. I want you to think about how wet I'll be when you get home. How slick my pussy will be and how much I'll be dying to have you lick away the hot moisture of my arousal. You'll be hard for me won't you baby? Right now I'm growing moist. You do that to me. Just the thought of you is all I need to make myself wet, slick, and horny. Now. . .having you beneath this table would help clear up all these problems you have forced upon me. The shower is still running and I'm tempted to toss this letter to the side and slide into the shower. Perhaps run my hands up and down your back and around your waist, until I reached your cock. I'd wash you, baby. My hands would slip over and grab the "girly" sponge you laugh at me for using and I'd fill it with soap. Don't worry sweets. I'd use your gel, not my lavender scented one. I'd slip the sponge over your chest as you felt my breasts pressed against your back. My hand would glide over your chest, soaping up the hairs and grazing over your nipples. I'd have to let my fingers pinch them while I took a bite of your wet shoulder. You know. . .I'd eventually slide my hands down to your cock again, this time with soapy hands and start washing your shaft, making sure every inch was covered with soap. Your balls would be the next thing I focused on, cupping and teasing them. I know you'd be growling at me, wanting your turn at washing me, but you'd have to wait. I'd run my tongue down your back and slide to my knees. I'd kiss your ass, bite each cheek firmly, while stroking your cock up and down. You'd feel the sponge skate down the front of your leg, while my tongue slipped over one cheek. Then when I ran the cloth up the other leg I'd be licking the other cheek. Baby, I'm going to get the egg now and press it as I write this letter. I want you to imagine what is happening to me as I write you... I'm back, lover. The egg is inside now and I've buzzed it once. Fuck, it feels good. I'm so wet. Throbbing and pulsating around it. Baby... after we rinse the soap off I'd want you to turn around so I can suck that cock of yours. I love having you in my mouth. . . Damn.... oh fuck, baby this egg is going to drive me crazy when I get home. If your late, I may have to shoot you Honey, after you cover me in your come, I want you to fuck me from behind. I want to be pressed against the wall of the shower and taken slow. Tell me baby. . .tell me like you did before. How would you fuck me? What would you do? How hard? How fast? This vibrating egg is nothing compared to your cock. I'm wondering if I'm not asking for trouble by bringing it. *chuckles* I just thought. . . good thing we haven't bought the Ben Wan Balls yet. *blush*. When your working today I want you to think of the moisten wrinkle at the bottom of this letter. Think of it is as a "scratch and sniff" goodbye... or a promise to see you later. Two fingers are sliding in while I write and I'm gathering my nectar for you. You'll be able to smell it. The shower just shut off and I'm out the door. . .with a slick hand and leaving you a wet spot on a letter of love. I have to go. Love you, Meeeeee Love Letters for Him: No. 04 Author's Note: This letter compliments RedHairandFriendly's letter: Love Letter to Him No. 3 Hey there sweetie, I'd say good morning, but it will be evening before you are home to read this. The letter you wrote and left for me was quite a surprise. I wasn't aware that this was going to become a regular thing. I'm not complaining mind you. The sexy scent you left on the letter was an added bonus. You must have left just before I got out of the shower because I could still smell your sex. That was a hot idea, you sexy little thing, much more erotic than a drop of perfume. Thanks. This last letter you left was very enticing, so descriptive, it had you all over it, literally! I hope I have enough time to complete this is an equally enticing manner. The day seemed to slip by me and I have only a short amount of time before heading off to work. I'll have you know, it was your letter that put me behind my daily schedule. Twice I had to lie in bed and read through what you had left for me. Not to worry though, I did do laundry and there are clean sheets on the bed. Oh, by the way, in your top drawer, under your sexy white thong, I left a picture of just what your letter did for me. So you want me to tell you how I'd fuck you good and hard? That I can do easily but my coworkers are going to begin to wonder why my crotch bulges so much all the time. You are keeping me hard all day and night baby. After you wash me in the shower and pleasure me with your hand and mouth, after I have sprayed my cum all over your face, I would pull you to your feet and return the favor. I'd wash your body using your lavender stuff, gently sponging away my cream. When you were all clean I'd wrap you in a big fluffy towel, patting your soft skin dry while I knelt before you naked, hard and wet. I would lift and carry you to our bed, laying you down in the center. I'd straddle your hips, leaning down for a soft passionate kiss. The kind that starts off slow and gentle. The type that slowly build in intensity as I slide my tongue into your mouth, running over teeth and along the sides, yea, the kind that always make you moan. Using your favorite lotion I would begin to gently massage it into your neck as my hard cock rubbed against your stomach. Both hands would rub the scented cream over shoulders and around the collar bone, dipping down for a kiss from time to time. My body would slide down, inch by inch as my hands worked lower to relax you, taking in the scent. Of course, I would stop and take extra time at your breasts, knowing how much I love them. Most likely I would apply too much on your nipples and have to lean down to lick some away. Of course, that would mean getting carried away and having to suck them hard, running my flat wide tongue across creating the friction that makes your hand move to my head. I hope this doesn't disappoint you baby, but I have to condense this letter a little. Time is running short and my cock is once again hard thinking of you. The head is swollen and leaking; I really need to take care of it before I leave for work. By the time I finish massaging your silky skin, you would be lying on your stomach; I would be kneeling at your feet. I'd lay my body on top of yours. My hand would move your hair to the side baring the back of your neck for my tongue. I'd lick softly at first but quickly move onto sucking and nibbling. My hard cock would be pressed in the crack of you butt, leaving a puddle of precum, as my hips moved slowly in a humping motion. I'd suck my way to your ear, taking it into my mouth and biting down on it, whispering, "Oh baby you make me so hot, so horny, I need to fuck you good and hard." My tongue would tickle your ear and your body would wiggle, moving your ass cheeks against my hardness. "Mmmm, sweetie, I can tell you want that too." My arm would slide under you, cupping a breast, pinching a nipple and bringing you up onto your knees all at once. I'd use the other hand to rub the head of my cock along the length of your ass crack until I reached your tight pussy. The swollen head would open your lips to find you wet and ready for me. Of course, you know me; I would have to tease a little. I would rub over your clit, making sure you were as hard as I and making sure you'd moan for more. "Is this what you are wanting baby? Tell me, tell me this is what you want, what you need. Tell me how you want my cock pushing deep inside you, spreading your cunt wide." Yea, I would make you beg for it baby, you sound so damn sexy when you beg, it really turns me on. I'd listen to you, a huge grin on my face which of course you wouldn't see, your face would be buried in the pillow while your ass would be wiggling and pushing back against my cock. Eventually I would give in and begin to push my thick mushroom head into your dripping pussy. My hands would be holding your ass, allowing no pushing back. I'd be the one to control how quickly I sink into you. It would be slow, so slow you'd feel the entire size before you would feel the length of my cock causing friction along the walls of your pussy. I'd watch as I slowly sunk deeper, amazed, as always, the way you spread open to receive me. You know I wouldn't stop pushing until I was completely inside your warmth, not until the hairs above my cock scratch your ass. When I was fully inside, my cock would jerk in anticipation of fucking hard, my cum filling you. I would hear your moan as I jerk inside. I'd stay still as my hand would run up your back to the neck. My body would lean over, my hand turning your face, my mouth covering yours pushing my tongue inside. Pulling away, I'd return my attention back to your pussy. Once again grabbing those lovely ass cheeks and pulling my cock out of the tight confines of your cunt. It would be slow, until just the head remained inside. Then, without warning I would slam back in. "Damn, babe, I'm going to fuck you hard," I would moan as I began pulling back out. I'd give your ass a smack before pushing back in harder and deeper this time. By now our heads would be filled with lust, our bodies craving to fuck like animals. You would feel a hand cupping, squeezing your breast as my hips picked up speed. My cock throbbing inside you. I would thrust in and out, no stopping anymore. We would be filling the room with the smell of raw heated sex, with moans that would sound as if someone turned the volume up full blast. "Fuck yea, baby come for me, coat me with your nectar then I'll fill you with my seed." I'd moan. You mumble something unintelligible. But by pushing back I knew you wanted to comply with my wishes. We would be fucking so fast, so hard the bed would be making its own noises. My cock would slam in harder and harder with every thrust. The need for me to release my cum inside you would overtake all else. The scream I hear would be my first signal that the flood of juice around my cock was eminent. I'd continue slapping my hips against your ass. Your orgasm would take over your body, your nectar so abundant I could hear the slippery sloshy sound of our fuck. It would become too much for me to hold out any longer. My cum surges through my dick before it splatters inside your cunt. I add to your fluid, already I can see it leaking out of you. I wouldn't stop thrusting hard until I knew my balls were drained. Emptied, I'd lay my sweaty body over you. Panting, I'd manage a few kisses on your cheek, whispering, "Damn Babe, you turn me on more than you know." I hope this letter helped to make it feel as if I am there with you while you wait for me to get home from work. Hey, do you think that since my parents have the kids tonight, yours would watch them Saturday night? I could really enjoy an evening alone with you, not to mention a relaxing Sunday morning in bed without little Seth needing to be tickled. One more thing sweetie, the vibrating egg is to remain inside you until I crawl into bed with you. I want to be the one to remove it, to lick it clean of your juices before licking you clean. Love, The man who loves to fuck you Love Letters for Him: No. 05 Author's Note: Another Love letter that will compliment jushorny's Love Letter #6. Please enjoy both. ~ Red Dearest Love, I am writing this from the hotel. The business meeting was boring. The whole time I was there I thought of how I'd rather have been home with screaming kids, laundry to fold, and a heap of dishes to wash than sit with those stiff folks of the Bureau. Selling Life Insurance is a bore, but hey, it helps pay the bills. It was great of your mom to volunteer to help around the house while I was gone. Anywho. I'm here alone and just called the house; I missed you and got the machine. I thought I'd leave a steamy message, but with my luck your mom would listen to the recording... Let's not go there Instead I'm going to tell you what I'm going to do while I'm thinking about you. Then I'll do it. *wink* Afterwards, I'll mail this off and you should get it in a couple of days, then you can show me the effects of my words when I get home. If your not home when I get there, then perhaps you'll find me doing what I'm about to tell you. * wicked grin* Imagine me, in what I'm wearing. I have these really simple heels, but they look nice with the little charm anklet you gave me last year for Christmas. The tiny diamond that dangles looks sexy nestled against the silk of my nude colored stockings. Did I mention they are thigh high? Are you seeing this? Do you see me sitting in a chair and running my hands up my legs until I get to the hem of my red skirt? My fingernails are painted red, too. My hands are going to run over my thighs and hips and then I'll stand up. My pussy is wet, just thinking about making myself slick with juice for you. I want you to imagine the scent of me. I can smell it already. Oh baby, I want you to see me running my hands up my torso and over my breasts. I want you to feel my nipples. They are hard. My blouse is silk, white and buttoned, but I bet you know those buttons are slowly being opened to reveal the soft white bra I'm wearing. The shirt will be pulled free of the skirt and then I'll run my hands over my stomach. I'll slide my fingers along the top of my skirt, reaching behind me to release the hook and zipper. My hands will push the skirt down and then you'll see the stockings. I know you like them, so I'll leave them on for you. But would you even notice once you see the crotchless panties. Yes, baby. I wore crotchless panties to that meeting. *laughs* It was daring I know. Oh, so much fun though. We took a break and I enjoyed some time with the mini-massager. A nice time. *blush* But that's off the subject. The bed is huge sweetie. Its big enough for us to roam all over it. Perhaps I'll do that in a little bit. Roam my naked body all over this big bed. Running my fingers over my hot skin and slipping them into nice hot places, imagining its you helping me tangle the sheets. I want you to picture yourself with me. I want you to see me moving to the bed and releasing my bra. I war a strapless one that closes in the front. So my breasts will bounce free baby, right there in front of you. But stop, baby. . . I want you to imagine me not allowing you to touch. That's right. I don't want you to touch yourself while you read this letter. Stop, right now sweetheart. You just hold this paper and smell the scent, because you know what I put on it. I want you to just read the words baby, then you can come. You need to see me crawling on my hands and knees over the bed and over to the nightstand that is beside the headboard. You need to watch as my ass is lifted in the air, while I stretch out to grab the drawer of the stand and see my fingers reach in to grab my toy. Yes, I brought it. It's like the credit card. . . "Never leave home without it." See my ass up there for you, baby. You can watch it move while I run this toy between my slick pussy. It is slick. So hot and so wet. I'm going to fuck it just like I would your cock. I'm going to ram it in and out of me, just like I do when I straddle you and start taking you deeper with every thrust, until your moaning. Then. . .I'll pull all of it out, but the tip. I'll hold it inside me and then press the button and feel the rolling vibrations roll through me. Oh fuck baby. While I'm writing this my hips are rising and falling in time to the idea of fucking you. I'm so wet and so horny. I need to run my fingers over my pussy, but I'll wait. I'm making you wait, until the end of this letter. I'll wait till I'm done writing it, then I'm fucking this cunt of yours until I'm screaming your name. I'll drive it in and out of me over and over. I'll press the vibrating tip against my clit, while I keep fucking the air beneath me. I'll beg and grunt and plead for more, just like I would you. I'll use one of my hottest fantasies and let it play across my mind while I impale myself for you. I'll share that fantasy with you one day. . .let's just say it involves you and me and perhaps a couple of others. I'd want you to come for me, baby. I know you would, so I'd come. I'd come hard and several times. I'll soak my pussy, my hands; come will drip down the sides of my thighs. Fuck, I'll probably soak the blankets. I'll not stop there. It's tricky, but I've done it for you and I'll do it this time too. I'm going to slide my come to my ass. Oh you know now, don't you lover. You know exactly what I have planned. Yes, baby. I'm going to push my toy into my ass, and fuck myself again. I'm going to enjoy it. Oh, I can already feel it moving inside me and how wonderful that will be in reality when I get home. Your cock slamming into me. Fuck baby. This is making me shake, just thinking of it. I have to go, because I am so wet, the seat is covered in juice. I love you baby. Your wife Love Letters for Him: No. 06 Author's Note: This letter compliments RedHairandFriendly's letter: Love Letter to Him No. 5 Hey Babe, You're killing me here, but I'm sure you know that. Oh, and remind me not to take my mom up on all of her offers, while the kids are having a blast with grandma around, I feel like I am ten years old again. I wish you had left a steamy message for me it would have been hilarious to see mom's face and maybe then should would have realized I am a grown man now. I am sure your meetings are boring but you are right, it does help pay the bills. One day, I hope, I will earn enough for you to chose whether you want to work or not. I saw the envelope along with a couple of bills into today's mail. I purposely moved your letter under my pillow, knowing, between the kids and mom it would be best to wait. I had it all planned out, you know, as soon as the kids were in bed and mom was on her way I'd hop in the shower before reading what you had left for me. I sat down in the chair across from our bed, the towel still wrapped around my waist, all set to open your special note, anticipating what you had written. The towel was open and my stiff cock was pointing up as I began reading. My hand was lazily stroking myself, until I read that you didn't want me touching. I don't think you realize how hard those words hit me. Yea, babe, you are definitely killing me here. I did as you asked, stopped touching myself and brought your letter up to my nose to take in your scent before continuing to read. I stretched out some in the chair, one hand holding your letter, the other wandering over my body, careful not to touch my cock. I would remain in the chair, as you have requested, watching you undress for me, your hands touching your skin, pinching your nipples. My eyes would travel over your body following your hands, wishing they were my hands. My hand would begin doing for you just what you were doing for me. I'd let my hand wander over my chest, pinching my nipples, running down over my stomach. When your finger pressed into your moist pussy I would run my finger over the wet head of my cock before being told by you to stop. I would moan but my hand would pull away and rest on my thigh. I'd squirm in my chair as you revealed your ass to me, keeping the stockings on, making me suffer as you showed me the new pair of crotchless panties. My body would begin perspiring as you positioned yourself on the bed, waving your beautiful ass just for me. My lips form a smile as you pull out your toy, knowing I was in for a show. "Fuck baby that is so hot" I say to you as you slide the toy into your moist slick pussy. Most likely you would hear me groan as it disappeared deeper inside you and reappear, glistening from your fluids. I would notice your face turning towards me, making sure I was not touching myself. We would both lick our lips, both trying to tease the other. My cock jerks as your body writhes on the bed. Your nectar flows and flows, filling the room with the heady sexual scent. I assume your show is over, that now you will watch me come, but again you surprise me. I watch you use the toy to bring your come to your asshole. I can't decide if I want to eat you or fuck that tight ass of yours. I do know it is time for me to leave the chair and join you on the bed. I'd move in behind you, taking your toy from your hand, leaning over your body to whisper "Let me do this babe." My legs would spread yours wide and I would work your fluids from deep within your cunt over and in your tight puckered hole. Your ass would wiggle as the toy alternated between holes. I would feel your eyes on me, as I watch your toy doing what I want to do. I would shove the dildo completely up your cunt, coating it on your juice, then slide it out, running along your skin until I reach your asshole. I would circle your pucker, watching as it becomes shiny with wetness before pushing the toy inside you, not all the way, just enough to make you push back. I would repeat this time and time again until you could accommodate about half of your toy. Your face would be pressed against the pillow, your body enjoying the stimulation. This time though would be different. After slowly, teasingly pulling the toy from your pussy I would begin pushing it into your hole while my cock would begin pushing into your cunt. Your toy and my cock pushing in both holes with the same force, the same speed. A very slow in and out action, teasing your nerves, taunting you to beg for more. You ass would be well lubricated and my cock coated with your juice before I would pull both the toy and my cock from you. You would moan out begging me for more. I press down on the small of your back, tilting your ass higher as I placed the head of my cock at your hole. I would begin pushing in, slowly at first, my cock spreading your hole wider than the toy ever could. We would both groan as the head pushed past the initial ring of muscle. I would feel you push back as my hands grabbed your hips. My cock disappearing deeper into your heat. My hips would begin taking over, sliding my cock in until my body slapped your ass cheeks, pulling back out until only the head was inside you. My one hand would grab your shoulder, lifting you up and back, impaling you on me so deep you would think my cock was reaching for your throat. I would take your toy in my other hand and shove it into your cunt. Both the toy and my cock reaching their depth at the same time. I would work them together sweetie, together to fuck you into another orgasm. "Have you ever wondered what two cocks would feel like?" I would whisper into your ear as I shoved in and out with more speed. I would thrust harder and a little faster with both the toy and my cock. Your pussy would contract around the toy, your ass contracting around my cock. We would both be sweaty, both be panting as the bed bounced and moved. "Yea you want two cocks don't you babe, I can tell. Your body is begging for it." The pressure of my thrusts combined with my voice would send you over the edge. I would hear your scream as your muscles clamp down. My fingers would become soaked with your fluids. I would shove my cock in deep one last time before yelling out words of my own, before feeling my cock throb inside of you. My cream would splatter and coat your insides. Oh babe, these letters are getting to be more than I can handle. I have enclosed a picture of myself, stretched out in the chair. You will see I splattered a rather large load over my stomach and chest. I wish you were here to lick it off. Hurry home, I can't wait to hear about your fantasy. Love Ya Babe, Your hubby Love Letters for Him: No. 07 The complimentary letter is Love Letters to Him No. 8 by RedHairedandFriendly Hey Sweetie, I know, this is not in reply to a letter from you. Actually I've been wondering why I haven't received another one of your sexy letters. The kids were totally misbehaving today but I finally got them settled into bed and needed to get my mind on something else. I wish you were here. You know exactly what to do to relax me. But, since you are not home I thought maybe writing to you would help ease the tension. I hope, when you get home, while I'm at work, that you will read this with an open mind. You mentioned in your last letter you would tell me a fantasy of yours. We never got around to that so I thought I might describe what I think might be one. Something you might fantasize about, something you might enjoy. If this is in fact a fantasy of yours it most likely would be one you would shy away from telling me. I want you to take your shower and get a glass of wine. Then lay in bed naked and read this while you wait my arrival. If I'm successful in describing one of your fantasies you will be anxious for me to get home. If I am totally off base in imagining what you might want to try, then please, don't be mad, just be prepared to tell me what it is that you would want to explore together. Anyway sweetie, back to the fantasy. I remembered over hearing your telephone conversation with one of your girlfriends from the office. Damn, the way you ladies gossip just amazes me. Well, this particular conversation centered around a new guy at the office that was traveling with you to the next conference. You were giggling like high school girls while describing how delectable you thought he was. I could see you blush as I walked past as if you didn't want me to hear what you were saying. I had decided to surprise you and showed up at that next conference. We went out for a nice romantic dinner together, something we are rarely able to accomplish with our work schedules and the kids. We'd finish dinner and I'd convince you to wait for dessert until we were back in our room. As you stand at the hotel room door waiting for me to open it, I would wrap my arm around your waist pulling you into me. You would feel I am already well aroused as I kissed your neck and sucked on your ear lobe. You'd squirm, trying to free yourself from my hold, telling me to stop, to open the door, then I would be yours. I'd whisper in your ear that I had a surprise planned and that it was right inside the room. You would chuckle reaching back to squeeze the bulge in my pants telling me that was the surprise you wanted. I know I'd be nervous as hell baby, wondering how you would take what I had planned. To be honest I was half afraid you would start beating on me or crying. But, Craig was already on the other side of the door, it clearly was too late for me to change my mind. It was good we had shared that bottle of wine at dinner. When I opened the door, you would find Craig laying on the bed dressed in only a pair of boxers. I would keep my arms wrapped around you. You hand would go to your mouth to cover the fact that your jaw had dropped. I would look over at Craig who would be smiling into your eyes. I'd whisper to you, he is here to help pleasure you, you deserve to be pleasured by two men at once baby." I would know it would be me who would have to be the aggressor here, that you would be too shy to initiate. I'd move our bodies to the side of the bed and begin unzipping the back of your dress, kissing the skin as my hands would caress your shoulders while sliding the dress to the side. My mouth would travel over your shoulder as your dress slowly slid down to the floor. Craig now able to see your breast covered only in the thin lacy bra. I'm sure you could feel my arousal as I rubbed against your back and was sure you could see Craig's arousal as well. By know Craig would be kneeling on the bed, his hands cupping your breasts. His mouth joining mine, him kissing your forehead, cheeks while I licked and sucked on the smooth neck skin. My hand would undo your bra, giving Craig the opportunity to lick and suck on your nipples. You eventually would give yourself away, dear, when I would feel your hand reaching around to hold the back of my head and see your other hand running through Craig's hair. I'd whisper to you that tonight was all about your pleasure. My mouth would continue to kiss and lick down your back while my hands ran over your heated skin, teasing the nerve endings. I would lick along the top of your panties before using my fingers to slide them off your long silky legs. I'd let my hand slide back up your inner thigh and feel your wetness. Together Craig and I would lay your naked body on the bed. While I watched Craig's tongue licking over every inch of you, while his hand rubbed against your sex, I'd be undressing, the last of us to be naked. Your eyes would be watching me while your hand would be coaxing Craig to areas of your body you enjoyed having licked the most. I'd lay along side of you as Craig's mouth was now working along the length of your legs. Our lips would meet, our tongues would lick as our passion grew. I would feel your leg push against mine and realize Craig's mouth had made its way between your legs. I could sense you were spreading your legs for him. As my fingers toyed with your nipples I would glance down to see your legs were in fact spread wide and that Craig was in fact treating you to one of your favorite things. I hear you moan as his tongue opened the moist folds of your sex, licking until he found your clit. Oh damn baby, I'm not going to be able to finish this letter. I've been up with Sara and Karen. They will be fine, both staying home from school today. They don't have fevers, just a flu virus of some kind. I got about two hours of sleep, but I really must shower and head off to work. My mom is hear to watch them until you get home. Again, sorry for not finishing, but I'm sure I got far enough to get your imagination going. Love ya Babe Love Letters for Him: No. 08 Author's Note: This letter compliments jushorny's No. 7. For those that follow the letters series please note the numbers. He wrote the one that would have come first instead of the other way around, like we had been writing. I do hope you enjoy them. ~ Red * Hello Love, I was touched and surprised that you took time to write me a letter. I hadn't written one in a while because things got so hectic at work. But, you know how your letter affected me and well . . . I still think about it often. But I have to be honest Sweetheart that wasn't my fantasy - BUT it is NOW! *wink* Baby. I hadn't even thought of myself and another man. I can't believe how much you love me to offer me something so erotic and pleasing. Then again when you read what I was thinking perhaps I can understand it, because I wanted that for you. No, not Craig and you, but I was thinking of Suzanne from work and you. I would be there too, but I was imagining watching you and her as well as the two of us pleasing you. I know Suzanne would be into it. She thinks you're hot and she knows how devoted you and I are to each other, so there wouldn't be any jealousy on either one of our parts, though your come is mine. That sounds a bit possessive doesn't it. Ha. But it is MINE! *wink* Sweetheart, as the three of us stood naked in Suzanne's apartment I would need to kiss you. I would want you to know that it was okay to be hard for her. I know deep down you'd be hard for me too. I'd walk behind you and run one finger down your back, tracing the path of your spine until I reached the crack of your ass. I'd then run my tongue over your shoulder blades and follow that same path with my mouth. At the same time, Suzanne would be caressing your nipples with her fingers or her teeth. Probably her teeth, because I would have told her before hand how you like to have them nibbled on. As she worked her way across your chest and I worked of the hard muscles of your back, we would both be sliding down to our knees. She'd be toying with your cock, her mouth hovering over it and her tongue every once in a while licking at the stiff tool. I would be raining kisses and bites over your ass cheeks, my hands kneading your muscles, while my partner in crime started to take your cock in her mouth. I'd be hungry too, baby and I would move to the front of you and gather your balls into my mouth. We'd both pleasure you. My tongue would roll the spheres of your balls back and forth between my teeth and let them glide against them a few times. I'd suck firmly, let them pop out of my mouth, only to be gathered up again. I'd watch you and see your eyes clenched in pleasure. You're close, but not Ready to come yet. So I turn my eyes to the mouth that is covering your cock. She's good Babe, almost taking you completely in, but not fully. Perhaps Suzanne isn't as experienced in deep-throating as I am . . . granted it is only your cock I've deep-throated. She'd bob up and down several times until I saw the quivering of your groin muscles. I would know then. I know the changes in your body and so I would place my hand on Suzanne's shoulder and she'd move to gather your balls in her mouth, while I pushed your cock into my mouth and took all of it Baby, right down to the base. You'd come. I know you would. I'd suck hard and she'd be helping me to draw out all your nectar. Your seed is mine, remember that as I draw every ounce from you. When you were empty, I'd wash away any trails of come that may have escaped. Though you and I both know there wouldn't be much. I love the taste of you and am eager to drink it fresh from your cock. I'd bite my way back to your face, licking and sucking your flesh as I did. She would stay on her knees readying you again. Sucking and groping and stroking your softened cock with her hands and mouth, while you and I connected with our mouths. Our kiss would just seal our love. You'd be hard again Baby and I'd lead you to the bed. Suzanne and I would lay down beside each other and our pussy would be wet. I'd look up and tell you . . . There are two of us that need cleaned. Oh God, Baby. . . tell me . . . tell me how you'd clean us both. I love you, Your very horny wife. Love Letters for Him: No. 09 Author's Note: This letter will compliment jushorny's Love Letter to Him No. 10. I hope you are enjoying these snippets of love between a husband and wife. ~ Red My husband, The day was long and stressful. When you get home, I'll be in bed. Please wake me up . . . anyway you like. You could start with those kisses on my back. You know the ones. The ones that make me whimper and moan for more. The ones that make my toes curl. I like those a lot. You could start anywhere you like, I'll be naked. I'll only have a sheet covering me, the air is too humid and the air conditioner is broke . . . you'll need to fix that, sometime tomorrow. Let's pretend my sweet; I'm lying on the bed, my tummy is pressed to the mattress, the sheet lies at a funny angle across my back and ass. Your there sneaking up on me and then you begin your assault. You just might run a trail of licks down my spine. The small of my back is sensitive to your touch. You know this. You know how my sex tingles when I feel the heat of your mouth cascade over my flesh. I can almost see us there. Your hands moving the sheet lower, your tongue sliding over my ass. Your fingers kneading at my flesh and perhaps you are slowly starting to wake me up. So you stop and run a finger between the cheeks of my ass. I would moan, my erotic dream becoming more heated. Baby? Would you lick me there? Would you run your tongue down the crack of my ass, tease my hole as you made your way to my pussy? Maybe you'd lose control then . . . maybe you'd have to fuck me and you'd make me wake up by pushing a finger into my sex and moistening it, so you could drive it into my ass. Would you wake me up like that baby? What if I'm laying on my back, when you come to bed? You could move the sheet slowly away and press teasing licks across my shoulders and collar bone. You could ease the sheet down further and play our favorite game of "connect the dots" using my freckles and your tongue. I thought perhaps it would be nice to take the children swimming and so I was out in the sun and now have new spots of you to enjoy. Perhaps I'll be in the middle of that erotic dream I mentioned and my nipples will be hard. You could tease them with your lips, flick the nubs with your tongue. Maybe, my love you could trace the difference in color, and feel the little ridges and peaks, before you latch onto my nipple. I wonder love, how soft could you suckle from my breast before I wake up? How long would you stay there before moving down further and perhaps teasing my tummy with long lazy licks? Will you wake me up this evening, by surprising me with a timid touch against my sex? Just a soft touch, one so light I can barely feel it. That is the point isn't it? To make me not feel it, or is it to make me feel it in my dreams? My mate, my love, my heart . . . could you wake me up with kisses along the soft curls of my pussy? Your slippery tongue can easily slide between the lips of my sex, lips that you would have prepared for your entry. I bet if you tried very hard, you could ease a finger into that slick hole and slowly start to fuck me. I bet you could do that, if not . . . do you really think I'd complain? Do you? I think not. I wonder if you could slide two fingers in and suck my clit with your warm lips. I doubt I'd be asleep then. I may just fake sleeping though, allowing you to pull it with your teeth, nuzzle it with the end of your nose. You'd hear me moan quietly. My hips would start to lift and fall, slowly, not wanting you to know I was awake. I would cautiously move my legs, spread them further so you could push your fingers and your tongue into my wet cunt. Baby, I know I'd be breathing harder and my voice would give away my secret and when you heard me beg for more, you would know your lover was awake. Awake and ready for more. I would look down on you, see your head between my legs and that sight alone would make another stream of honey fall free from my pussy. You would grin and lick it away only to finger-fuck me for more. I would give you more. I would be begging you for so much more of your mouth and your fingers. You could give me more, couldn't you. A third finger and then maybe sweetheart you could use your other hand and make your fingers wet and then enter my ass. Oh, God baby. I would love that. You, fucking my cunt with your fingers and teeth. Your tongue making laps over my pussy and inside the slick hole. Your finger in my ass. Oh fuck yes That baby would make me come. You and I know it would. I would cover you with my juices and I would hump your face nonstop until I had gotten all of my honey free. Baby, can you feel it? Can you smell how badly I need you? I have to fuck you when you get home. No matter the time baby. No matter how peaceful a slumber I'm in . . . I want you to wake me up. Wake me up in your own way . . . please. I love you, Your wife. Love Letters for Him: No. 10 Author's Note: This compliments Love Letter For Him: No. 09 by the lovely RedHairedandFriendly * Hey Sweetie, Work has been extremely busy today, I only have a few hours left before I can head home, and have just now been able to sit and read your latest letter. Reading you note was a mistake of course, because now I have to walk around aroused until I can come home and satisfy both our needs. Most likely when I walk into our bedroom, you will not be sleeping either on your back or stomach, most likely you will be on your side, that's usually how I find you. I'd take a quick shower before sliding into bed, snuggling up behind you until our bodies touched. I would start out planting soft kisses on your shoulder before turning you onto your back. Even though you told me in your love letter to wake you when I get home, now, that I am there with you, now that you have slept for a few hours, your eyes would tell a different story. You wouldn't be in the middle of an erotic dream. You would be dead to the world, but yet, as I gaze into your eyes, your mind would do its best to force a smile for me. My hand would brush the hair off your forehead while my lips softly kiss your neck. When my lips reach your ear I whisper "Hey." My leg would slide between yours, my thigh rubbing your sex and you would feel my arousal. Your hand would rest on my back, your mind and body still not ready to accept my advances. I anticipate this response, yet know, that a few more kisses, a few more licks and gentle caresses will change all that. My hand would cup your breast, running fingers over your nipple while my lips would press against yours. I'd use my tongue to spread your lips open until I could explore your mouth. Your body will slowly awake as my thigh pressing against you, would force a moan. I would move my body over yours, my legs spreading yours. Pulling off your mouth I'd give you a wink, your eyes barely open to see it. I'd pinch you nipple before sliding my hard body down your soft silky skin until I could suck on your breast. My broad tongue would lick over one nipple and then move to the other while my thick rod would rub against the lips of your pussy, giving you a clear signal of what I wanted. By the time my tongue was licking your sex you would be fully awake. Your fingers would be running through my hair, encouraging me to probe further, deeper. My arms would slide under your thighs, my hands cupping your ass and lifting slightly as my tongue licked your lips open. You wouldn't see my smile as I got my first taste but you would hear my moan. My one hand would move up your body until it reached your breast to fondle, squeeze and tease. The other hand wrapping around your hip to spread your lips open giving my eyes a perfect view of your pussy before I began devouring it with my tongue. Long slow licks to encourage more nectar to flow from you to me. I'd hear you moan as I take your clit between my two fingers and my tongue would push deeper, spreading your pussy more open, preparing you to receive something thicker and harder. I'd feel one hand on the arm that lay over your body with its hand still squeezing your breast. You other hand grasping my hair more tightly while your hips push up wanting my tongue deeper inside you. You would begin to roll against my tongue, squirming in need for more. Your thighs would tightly cover my ears as if you wanted to muffle your groans from me. I'd moan as my nose filled with the scent of your sex just before your orgasm flooded your body and my face with your cream. I would lap some of your juice before climbing up over you, kissing my way to your neck. My lips press against yours and I would slide my tongue into your mouth as my cock slides into your slick pussy. I would moan into your mouth as I felt the tightness of your cunt surround me. I'd push in deeper unwilling to stop until I could not go any further. Then my hips would pull me almost out before pushing back in with more force. Your body would meet mine as we began our natural rhythm. Your wetness would only serve to make me more aroused. I would feel your hands slide over my back our chests pressed tightly together. My mouth devouring your neck, sucking hard but not so hard as the kids might find evidence of our fun. I'd squeeze you ass with my hand letting my fingers graze the delectable crack. My hips thrusting faster now, forcing our skin to slap as my cock throbbed inside your pussy. My moans would let you know I was close. Your hand would move over my ass and my mouth would stop sucking your skin. My face nuzzles your neck and my moans turn to groans as I feel you contract the already tight walls of your pussy. I'd close my eyes while panting and grunting making one hard thrust as my come begins shooting out, filling you with my seed. I'd continue sliding my cock in and out until I was empty and spent. Mmm...Babe, I think its time for a day off together. Love, Your sexy husband Love Letters for Him: No. 11 Sweetheart, I had an hour to kill today and thought I'd go to the library and spend it there. They have new DVD's out; I picked up a couple you'll enjoy. You know those bloody, gut-spewing action films you like. Don't worry. I picked up a couple for me too, chic flicks. Once I had my movies I sat down with a magazine. Cosmo, you know it well. I leave it laying around with marker mustaches gracing the photos of all those sexy women they use. Pfft! I thought of you then and how you tell me every day I'm beautiful and sexy and usually you show me how sexy you find me every chance you get, especially lately. Well, my thinking of you led me to me thinking of you in the library with me. That led me to thinking of you in the library, with me and us doing something naughty. That of course led me to doing something naughty and then leaving the library with a flushed face, a slick pussy and a moist hand. Though I did try to lick what I could off without anyone noticing, but I think someone did. Let me explain. I was sitting there and thought of the fantasy you told me about in your letter, about the two men pleasuring me. I decided I'd head to the ladies room and take care of the problem. I had that little massager in my purse, so I didn't think it would hurt anything. Here is where it got more naughty than it should have been. The bathrooms were full. I walked around the library, feeling the slickness of my sex increasing as I thought of taking your cock in my ass and the other in my cunt. I even whimpered, but quickly covered the sound with a cough. I caught the eyes of a passing gentleman and he paused, studied me for a moment and then walked off. I didn't think too much of it, until I took a deep breath. I blushed. Baby, you could smell my arousal, or at least I could and by the look on that man's face he could too. I was so embarrassed, but yet I was even more aroused. Remember the corner windows they have there at the library, the ones clear in the back, where hardly anyone bothers to go and check out the old relics that are shelved back there. I decided to go back there and wait. I figured I'd calm down, the aroma of my sex would disappear and no one would figure out what was happening to my body. I was wrong. I got back there and yea, it was empty, but that only added to my thoughts. I sat down on the cushion and turned so I had my legs on the cushion. I stared out the window, studied the lake and then thought of the times we were teenagers and went skinny dippin' in my parents' pond. Yes, bad idea on my part. I became more wet and I shifted in my seat. I don't know what made me do it, but I did it. I reached in my purse and slipped out the massager. Looking around while I did it... I eased the massager up my long loose skirt and coughed hard to cover up the slight flicking sound of the switch being turned to medium. Jesus, Baby. I was so horny that when the massager hit my pussy I moaned and then was coughing again to hide it. I closed my eyes and brought one leg up, bending it so the other could lay flat against the window and my hand could stay up inside the long folds of my skirt. I started to move my toy around my pussy, rubbing my clit and then letting it plunge into my cunt. I kept doing this over and over. Every once in a while I'd open my eyes and make sure no one was around and then I'd let my imagination sore. I thought of you at the library with me, coming up behind me while I read a book and taking my hand, leading me to this very window and lowering yourself to your knees while you spread my legs open. I could almost hear you breathing and I brought my toy out and teased my nipples, through my blouse. I then ran it back into my cunt and started thinking of other things to do. My mind conjured up the image of me reaching up on a high shelf and you coming up behind me, cupping my breasts and massaging them. I saw you walking up and tossing my skirt over my hips and ramming your rod into me when I bent down to tie my shoe or pick up a scrap of paper. Baby I wanted to come, so I kept fucking myself and picturing you with me. I could hear you moaning Baby. I could hear the deep throaty sound of passion capturing you and taking you with me. I quickened my pace and exploded all over my hand and my toy. I showered the cushion with come and saw explosions of light slam against my lids. I muttered fuck and then I heard the echo of my words, but it wasn't your voice and it wasn't my imagination. I paled, and then felt myself blush. I looked around, just in time to see the back of that stranger that had passed me turn a corner. I growled out an annoyed "damn" and then pulled my toy out. I slid my fingers over the come and eased my long digits into my mouth. Too embarrassed to actually check out any more magazines, I grabbed my purse and headed toward the exit. It was then that I saw that man again. Something told me "don't look" "don't breathe" "don't stop"... I took a deep breath. I looked, but Baby, I didn't stop walking. Your very embarrassed wife darted out of the library with the image of a stranger and a very large wet stain on his pants in her mind. I'm was so shocked, but I came hard and now... you have something to clean when you come home. Love you, Me Love Letters for Him: No. 12 Author's Note: This letter compliments Love Letters For Him: No.11 by RedHairedandFriendly. She keeps challenging me for more, I hope you are enjoying them Hey babe, I didn't know you were going to the Library, but glad you found some movies. Haven't I told you before that keeping your little massager in your purse would get you into trouble one day? I guess I can't be angry though, I mean it did provide me with a very hot juicy vision that certainly helped relieve some sexual frustration today. Remember when we were dating and spending most weekends in bed, and we would masturbate for each other? I remember being surprised that you would be turned on by watching me stroke my cock. I also remember one time you said your girlfriends would get turned on watching me. Ha, well I used that fantasy many times when you were not around to help satisfy my urges. In my fantasy it would always happen on a night you went for dinner and drinks with Carol and Nancy. You know how attractive I find them. Well, anyway, you would be out and I would be on the sofa in my sweats, bored without you being home. I'd decide to watch a movie just to get myself all horny for when you came home. It wouldn't be long before my tee shirt would be off and my sweat pants tucked under my balls. I would be so focused on pleasuring myself and watching the movie that I wouldn't hear you arrive home until I heard you giggle. I'd look up, my hand still around my cock and see not only you but your girlfriends as well. I'd turn beet red and quickly cover my hard cock. The three of you would move further into the living room, still giggling and I'd hear someone say there was no need to stop. I'd be so embarrassed that my body would begin to perspire but my sweats would still be tented. I'd look up into your eyes and, I guess because of the drinks you had, I'd hear you tell me to go ahead, to stroke myself in front of all three of you. I'd shake my head no, but my cock would jerk and you would know I really wanted to do just that. You would encourage me, telling me your friends had already seen me hard; why not give them a real show. I knew you were proud of my body and it was true that Carol and Nancy already got a good view of my hard cock, so I'd figure why not. I would tuck my sweats back under my balls, my cock would point straight up and when I looked up all three of you had smiles on your faces. I'd wrap my hand around my manhood and begin stroking up and down slowly, my eyes shifting back and forth between my erection and the three sexy ladies watching me. I would catch the three of you whispering back and forth, I couldn't hear what was being said but knew it was about me. Then in my fantasy I'd hear you tell me to take my sweat pants off so I could spread my legs further apart and to also use my other hand to pleasure my body. I'd do as you asked and lay back deeper into the sofa with my legs spread wide. By now my cock would be leaking precum and I'd use a finger to rub it over the head which, as you know, always causes me to moan. My other hand would be rubbing my chest and stomach stopping only to pinch my nipples. I'd stroke myself and move it to give you three different views of how hard I was. My hand would slip over my stomach to my balls and you would watch as I fondled myself. I was getting into showing off so much that my eyes would be half closed; I wouldn't realize I was licking my lips or moaning. When my hand went back to pinch my nipples I heard Carol say something about how my balls were tightening. I'd watch as you would move over, kneeling on the sofa. You would bend over and give me the hottest most passionate tongue kiss forcing me to moan even louder. When you pulled your lips from mine you'd whispered in my ear to come for your friends, to show them how much I give you. Then you would lean back to watch the show as well. The kiss you gave me made my cock leak even more precum and now it was glistening. I began jerking myself faster and fondling my hardened balls. I would hear your voices coaxing me on. It would take but a few more strokes and my cock would begin spurting a thick creamy load over my stomach and chest. I would tense my body; close my eyes, grunting as I emptied my balls in front of you. I would hear all three of you moan as well watching me jerk and shoot. I'd lay there, my body coated with my seed too embarrassed to open my eyes. I would smile when I hear your voice, telling your friends the show was over, that I as all yours now. They would leave us alone and when I felt your tongue begin to lick my chest and stomach clean I would open my eyes. Oh, dear, that was a fantasy of mine for a long time. It still gets me aroused when I think about it. Funny, neither of us has ever spoken about exhibitionism before. Maybe we should try something together. Love ya, Your hubby Love Letters From The Velvet Edge When you put your hand around the back of my neck, reaching your fingers up to tangle them in my thick dark hair and tug ever so subtly, I become instantly and utterly yours. It is the signal that play time now begins. My breath quickens as my body melts to your command, I am suddenly turned to soft gold in the alchemy of your hands. The rest of the world falls into a velvet darkness and it is only you. I cannot tell what you will do next and I do not try to wonder - it is solely to your discretion how you may worship me, how you may desecrate me, how you may shape me into your perfect object to use and use and use, but I do know that whatever world you drag or lead me through, you will return me safely home and tuck me gently in the folds of your affection. You systematically remove my clothing, as if undoing the wrappings from a package. You raise my arms and pull my shirt over my head, you undo my jeans and tug them down to my ankles, and tell me to step out of them as they pool on the floor. You unhook my bra and I am naked save for a dainty lace thong. You tell me to bend over on the bed. I do. You part my legs like a honey bee seeking nectar from a flower and pull the strip of fabric to one side of my lips. I suck in a breath as you spread my lips, examining the hole which is already slick with wetness. I know I need not voice my desire for you to penetrate me already, I know you can smell the hunger between my legs. Will you let me have it? Do I deserve it? You release the thong. You tap my mound with an open palm, not quite a slap, but it sends a jolt of painful pleasure through my body, firing up my skin with electricity. I fall deeper into the velvet darkness, my mind untangles from my body, held only be a thread, a nerve that pulses in time with the blood that engorges my sex organ. There is a pause, I do not look at you. Instead I shiver to imagine you stepping away from my body, examining it as a plan forms beneath your eyes. Will you take me? Will you test me? You tell me to get on my back on the bed and I obey, glancing once into your eyes. They are stern but I can see the light of tenderness inside. I adore you. You gently place my arms above my head, locking them at the wrists, and tie them together. As you pull the knot through, the end of the rope brushes over my lips, over my stomach, over my breasts, a series of petal soft kisses. You raise my head and place a blindfold over my eyes. I sink further into that soft glowing darkness. My surrender is complete. You slide the thong down my legs and again, I feel the moisture rush to my vagina as my final gifts become exposed to you. I am electric with anticipation, my ears sharpening to every little sound. Yet all I can hear is my breath and my heartbeat...and the sound of you loosening your belt from your pants. You tell me to breathe as you trace the end of your belt over my skin, but I can no longer think as the leather licks my clitoris. My whole body reacts and I pull my legs together. You tell me to keep them spread. I have disobeyed you. My punishment falls in one lash across my stomach. I swallow the accompanying cry and dare not move. The leather whispers a thousand promises and as I fall deeper into my darkness, I realize I want it all. I want everything. I want you. You let the belt fall across my body in symmetric strokes with increasing force. I struggle against my reflexes to pull in to myself. I want to obey you. I want you to know how good I am. I want you to know that in this place I will follow you to the ends of the earth. Each lash burns, but I am better than my body. I have entered a mind free of all suffering, I am empowered, I am no longer of this world and it is you who has put me here. I adore you for it. I am a point of burning white light focused between my legs and all my being, all my energy radiates from that place, from the life light inside of me. The belt falls across my labia, striking that soft pink head of nerves, and the flames flare up, engulfing my body, filling me with light which bursts out through the seams of my body. With one last gentle stroke across my cheek, you cease, and lean in to take my lips in a soft full kiss. The taste of you fills my mouth and it is like water falling onto my parched tongue. "You're still not breathing," you tease. I realize I've been holding my breath. I sigh gratefully and my body relaxes. I am back. But not for long. You untie my wrists and remove the blindfold. I stare deeply into your eyes and even without you touching me I feel profoundly comforted, protected, and supported. But there is something else there and I know what it is. Play time is far from over. You tell me to roll onto my stomach, and as I obey I find myself once again entering that soft darkness where only you exist, and it is through my complete subjection to your desire that I become more whole. Because my obedience is just a facade for power, because I know that just as I need you, you would be nothing without me. Love Letters in the Sand A pinkish-orange glow decorated the distant horizon where ocean met early morning sky. That carpet of color would soon become the rising sun, and his northerly journey would have to commence not long afterwards. The cool dawn's gentle breeze slapped the loose legs of his sweat pants and chilled his bare chest as he stood trance-like on the wet sand where they had walked hand-in-hand in the early winter moonlight a mere twelve hours earlier. The night's tide had long since erased the two pairs of footprints that at first had appeared in tandem, then broke away--the larger feet chasing the smaller ones back to the patio of her beach-front condo. If anyone would have told Lance Phillips a week ago when Pittsburgh's first winter storm hit that he would be standing on a mid-Atlantic beach today, he would've howled with choking laughter. But a week ago, Lance Phillips hadn't know that She was due to enter his life. A week ago, She hadn't known, either. Shivering only slightly, the cool sand and ebbing wave oozing between his toes, he walked farther down the beach toward the spot where she had lain the wool Tartan-plaid blanket on which they sat, mostly in silence with her head against his shoulder, just star gazing. "What are you thinking?" she had asked, almost whispering. "Huh?" he said, startled briefly, as he returned from wherever his mind had taken him through the galaxies of stars. "You look like you're a million miles away!" She scooted herself around in front of his drawn-up legs. She sat cross-legged, resting her chin on his crossed arms where he held his knees together and caressed both his bent legs behind the shins. She stared at him with a warmth that made the cool night air around them disappear. "Oh, I was just feeling sorry for any man who isn't me tonight," Lance had said, sliding his arms out from under her smile. He cradled her cheeks with each hand, then leaned in and quickly, but softly, kissed the tip of her nose. Not entirely startled, she had squeaked another of her cute little giggles, then took his hands and held them close to her face again. Their fingers finally interlocked and he squeezed hers with his in the 'grip-grip-grip' code that he had taught her. "Whatever do you mean, my Pennsylvania Poet?" she had cooed. Kissing her fingers then, and the backs of both her hands, one after another, he had told her: "It's just that any men who aren't like me tonight must surely be miserable. And I surely do pity them!" A lonely sea gull swooped mere yards in front of Lance's down-turned stare, shaking him from his morning dream-like stroll. The big toe on his right foot missed the bird's milky deposit by only a few millimeters. He turned around to see that he had left a fresh trail of footprints nearly a hundred yards long. Better head back, he thought, or I'll end up in Hilton Head. Walking more quickly retracing his path, he felt a sudden faintness; almost dizzy, but no where near a black-out, even though he had never in his nearly forty-nine years had a black-out. He often had these sensations, as a diabetic might have when the sugar count goes down, but he was not diabetic. And being in perfect health, he was not prone to even petite-mal seizures like someone prone to high blood pressure might be. He recognized the sensation without concern... even welcomed it. Sit awhile, Lance, his dead mother's voice said in his head. Sit and think about what you're doing... what you're going to do. "Hi Mom," he replied out loud to his Guardian Angel as he planted his butt in the sand. "So, what do you think of Her--nice, huh?" She's lovely, Lance. "Yeah, I figured you'd like her." It's Agape, you know. Do you remember when I taught you that word? "Sure do," he smiled, and laid back on the beach, locking his fingers behind his head and stared lovingly at a distinctive-looking cottony cloud directly overhead that oddly resembled a matronly face. Lance picked up the narrow foot-long piece of driftwood that he hadn't seen when he sat down, and, folding his legs in his own Indian-like way, he scratched absent-mindedly on the tablet of smooth wet sand in front of him. "You're right, Mom, that's what this is." His steady right arm dug a single downward angled groove in the sand. "Mom," he said, as another angled groove met the first one. "I sure wish you could meet her. She's just so..." "Who ya talkin' to Big Boy?" her cheerful voice startled him. She snuggled in beside him, slipping her right arm between his left bicep and upper torso. "Uh, no one. I, uh..." "It's okay," she smiled, then kissed his cheek. "I'm glad you have a Guardian Angel... I only wish I could've known her." Their heads touched softly and held there. Her wind-swept hair tickled his nose as she moved her right arm to his lower back, just above the waist line of his Navy blue sweats. She noticed that he hadn't bothered putting his BVDs back on this morning. But, neither had she bothered to put her Hanes Her Way bikinis on either. The damp sand beneath her felt seductively pleasant through the thin white fabric of her sweat pants. She shivered slightly when a brief gust of wind danced across her tee-shirt clad nipples. His left arm reached around her and pulled her close, and both their shivers subsided. The pinkish-orange glow filtering through the distant clouds began to form the round shape that would soon emerge over the horizon. A few more sea gulls dived into the surf in search of their breakfast. And, another small ditch in the sand, a horizontal one this time, joined two previously drawn angled trenches. "Do you really have to leave today?" she asked, ending their shared day dream, as she moved her head to face his somber seaward gaze. Lance stared back into her hazel eyes, noticing a slight dampness forming in the corners. He felt a similar sensation begin to develop in the corners of his own hazel portals, and quickly looked back to the rising ball of color, pretending to be shooing a fly away from his face, even though flies don't fly around a mid-Atlantic beach in the second week of December. A half-circle swath cut into the sand a split-second before she tugged his left arm closer to her bosom. "Lance?" "Yeah," he said without looking at her. "I have to go back today. You've got to know that I don't want to. I REALLY don't want to go back. Not today... not ever." He squeezed her a little tighter, pulling her closer until her right thigh touched his left thigh. She held his arm a little tighter, with both hands, and laid her head on his shoulder. She suddenly felt the need to chase one of those pesky December flies off her cheek. Lance drew a final horizontal line in the sand, then tossed the stick into the surf, startling a lone gull from its prey. "But you're coming back!" she finally said in a more cheerful and composed tone. "In a couple of weeks, right?" "Lord willin' and the crick (as they say in Western Pennsylvania) don't rise," he smiled, and added in his best attempt at an impression of The Terminator, "I'll be back." "Come on, let's get outta here," she giggled, standing and yanking him to his feet. "You promised to make me breakfast!" He held her close enough to feel her heart beat with his own pulse, not wanting time to march on; wanting only to hold her like this--to savor her warm breath on his goose-bumped flesh. He combed her hair with his fingers, the way she liked it--the way he liked it. She kissed the spot over his heart, then gazed up to his waiting smile. "Kiss me like you've never kissed anyone before," she whispered. And he did. "What's that?" she asked, noticing the patch of sand near Lance's feet when they turned to walk back to the condo. But she didn't need an answer. She knew. In a neatly printed row, five different etchings spelled the word A G A P E. "Love Letters in the sand," Lance replied, kissing her nose again. "Unconditional, undeniable, un-ending love." 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