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A Letter to Jin

By: MeredithEighty8



Following the death of my husband, I moved in with his father, my father. My doing this caused a problem with my best friend. This letter to her was my overture at "mending fences".

Dear Jin,

Let me start this off by saying that I'm sorry. I'm sorry I haven't been a very good friend over the last couple of years. I wanted you to know that even though we've fallen out of touch, I have missed our friendship very much and thought of you often. Things changed so quickly after Jonathan died. I wanted to tell you about Mitch, my new happiness, my guilt, everything, but I couldn't bring myself to talk to you about it or with anyone else for that matter. After all this time, I felt I owed you an explanation, and so I'm writing this letter. I don't mean to offend you, but some parts of this letter are explicit, but that's only because I want you to understand how it was between Mitch and me. 

Jonathan and I were married for only a short time, before he was killed during his last Middle East deployment. I was only nineteen at the time, and I felt lost, my life seemed to turn upside down and I fell into a very scary depression that lasted for a while. I thank God that Jonathan's father Mitch saw what was happening, intervened and helped me claw my way out of that dark tunnel. 

I know how you felt about Mitch. I grew tired of you telling me repeatedly that Mitch was not good for me, that he had had ulterior motives ever since Jonathan and I started sharing the house with him. I was angry with you for saying those things, and felt you were being unfair and judgmental. Jonathan was Mitch's only child and Mitch loved him very much, and he loved me as a father would, because I also loved his son. Despite how you felt or what you said, Mitch was only concerned with my wellbeing. We grew closer each day and I was grateful to Mitch for allowing me to stay there with him after Jonathan's death. I had nowhere else to go. I'm sorry if it seemed my anger was directed toward you, but I just felt you were constantly berating him, and questioning his motives. I didn't believe then or now that Mitch wanted anything other than to look after me, and to help me solely because I had been Jonathan's wife. 

During that first year or so, Mitch and I weren't living together the way you thought, he was in the main house and I in the guesthouse. We were not having sex and I was upset with you for insisting we were. Other than a kiss on the cheek or a fatherly kiss on the forehead, there was no sexual contact between us. In fact, when we did kiss it was months after I moved onto the estate and it was an innocently sweet kiss on the lips after dinner one night.

I think our relationship began to change when Mitch became ill. Almost a year to the day of Jonathan's death, Mitch was diagnosed with a rare illness and began chemotherapy treatment. Around this time, I moved back into the main house so I could be near if he needed me.

After his diagnosis, I would go with Mitch to his regular doctor appointments and chemo treatments. It was heartbreaking to see the physical and emotional toll these treatments were taking on him. Sometimes we would come home, and he'd be so exhausted and nauseous he couldn't make it upstairs to bed and would stretch out on the sofa and sleep. If he felt up to it, I'd bring him a cold drink, and sit on the sofa with him, quietly talking. Occasionally I'd have him rest his head in my lap and close his eyes as I massaged his temples.

One afternoon, he had a particularly difficult session and was miserable. When we got home, he took his meds and I helped him undress so he could be a bit more comfortable. Mitch lay down on the sofa, I covered him with an afghan and he quickly dozed off. Later I came into the den to check on him and as usual, I brought him a cold drink and had him put his head in my lap. As I massaged his temples, he moaned occasionally, but said he was starting to feel better. I don't know how it happened or why, but after about fifteen minutes Mitch snuggled in closer to me, raised my t-shirt up and began almost rooting for my breast, like a baby would. I was momentarily startled and unsure what to do. I sat there confused as he kissed my breasts and licked my nipples until they were hard and extended. 

Jin, I'm ashamed to say I didn't pull away from him. 

I was fascinated by what he was doing and how it was making me feel (it had been a long time). Whenever he pulled his mouth away, I could see my areolas had taken on a darker shade of pink and my nipples were almost a beige/brown color and at least 3/8 of an inch long. Mitch, for lack of a better word latched onto my long, sensitive nipple and began to suck. Of course there was no milk (I've never been pregnant), but I noticed as he continued to suck my tit, his body relaxed, he whimpered very softly and eventually drifting off to sleep again, my tit nestled securely in his warm, moist mouth. It was as if my tit was a kind of pacifier for him. 

Oh my god, Jin, do you think it could have been the meds that made him do that?

In an unanticipated way his taking my tit became an after treatment ritual. It calmed him, made him feel a little better, helped him fall asleep and we both grew to enjoy the closeness. Jin, I want you to understand that my feelings for Mitch, and I believe his for me, in the beginning weren't sexual, but an expression of our closeness and desire to be there for the other person, to comfort and provide an emotional safe haven. 

Mitchell went into a remission and stopped the chemo after six months of therapy. Some days were definitely better than others were, and on those difficult days, he would come to my bed at night, take my tit and fall into a fitful sleep with me holding him. It was innocent like that for a while. Then one night I was awakened with Mitch spooning behind me gently thrusting himself between my thighs . . . Jin, he was sound asleep!

As time passed, Mitch began to regain his strength, slowly becoming his old self. He still enjoyed suckling my tits and I let him, but one night something happened that changed everything between us. We were in his bed, talking when he rolled toward me to suck my tit and his obvious erection pressed against my thigh. I froze, and Mitch quickly got up, wrapped himself in a sheet and began pacing back and forth across the room, apologizing.

He was embarrassed by what had happened and wanted to assure me that he hadn't meant for it to happen when he was with me. He said his sex drive was returning and he had started having erections again and needed to masturbate regularly for relief. He said over the time I had been there with him, he had developed very unfatherly feelings for me, and had been struggling with those feelings for several months. He was hesitant to say anything about this to me because he didn't feel he could stand it if I rejected him or worse yet decided to move. 

I sat on the bed in stunned surprise and looked at him in silence before finally getting up and walking downstairs to the den for a drink (a strong drink). Mitch followed me downstairs and coming into the den sat down next to me. He took my hand and kissed it saying how sorry he was this had happened and that it wouldn't happen again. I told him it was all right and not to worry about it. After all, it was probably a good sign that his body was getting back to normal. I also told him that he didn't need to be concerned that I would leave, because I had no plans to do anything like that unless he wanted me to leave. 

I finished my drink, and leaning toward him, kissed him full on the mouth in a very undaughterly way, turned and went upstairs to bed.

Mitch left the next morning, saying he needed to get away for a few days to think. He packed his duffle bag and said he would be at his cabin at Clearlake and should be back by Friday. Mitchell had always been nearby, this was the first time I had actually been alone in the house since Jonathan's death. My excitement grew with the anticipation of his coming home, and with what I wanted to tell him. When Friday morning arrived I was up early cleaning, getting grocery for a special dinner I had planned for him, shopping for his favorite wine. Mitch wasn't home, and hadn't called by ten o'clock that night. I went to bed angry, disappointed and cried myself to sleep.

A noise in the room startled me awake and I lay there silent as my eyes drowsily scanned the darkness. Just as I was about to close my eyes I sensed a movement across the room. When the figure moved toward the bed I screamed and just as quickly, he was on me, his hand covering my mouth him telling me to stop screaming. I looked up and saw it was Mitch, and broke into tears of relief. 

Jin, please forgive me for my bluntness, but when Mitch finally uncovered my mouth, he didn't say anything, but began taking his clothes off. When he was naked, he stood there in all his maleness, his long, thick member hanging between his legs. He got into bed with me kissing me long and hard. He fondled my breasts before lowering his mouth to them and gently teased and licked them until my nipples were hard and achy. Mitch stretched out next to me and suckled my tits for a long time. I became aware of his hand slowly caressing my stomach, working its way to my core. When he found what he wanted, he played with me until I actually moaned out loud, and my hips began to hump against his hand. I swear Jin, I couldn't help it. 

He rolled on top of me and pulled himself up so he could look into my eyes and said we'd waited long enough and that it was time. I told him yes, it was time and I opened my legs for him. He lowered his body between my legs and pressed himself inside me. I was surprised that it hurt a little, but considering I hadn't had sex in almost two years, I guess a little discomfort was to be expected. It was wonderful, but quick, we had both denied ourselves for a long time, and we spent the next morning making up for lost time.

I think in the beginning we both felt terribly guilt about the feelings that were evolving between us and we were too concerned with how other people would react to our being together. We spent a lot of time denying our own feelings. I loved Jonathan and I grew to love Mitch, not only as my father, but more importantly as a man. It was Mitch, who urged me to write this letter. He said if I was the kind of friend I always claimed to be, we needed to talk and figure out a way for us to forgive each other for hurtful things we might have said during a difficult time in the past.

Mitch is a wonderful man and I would so love you to get to know him.

Jin, I've missed you more than I can say. Please call me and let's set a date and time when we can talk in person. 

Love

A Letter to John



This was written for a good friend of mine... you know who you are!

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John,

I can't believe I'm laying in bed with you now. Cuddled up to your chest, listening to you breath as you sleep so peacefully. This is actually the first time I have been with you, ever, but I feel like I've been here for so long. I can remember when we met online. I used to post stories and poems on a website. You read them and sent me an email telling me how much you liked them. That was two years ago and now I'm laying in bed with you. After you sent me the email we started to talk. At first we just sent each other a few emails. You seemed like such a nice guy that I had to get your screen name so that we could talk through an instant messenger. We talked almost everyday. We told each other about ourselves and our lives. You were twenty-two and a comedian. I also remember the first picture you sent me. You were very handsome, in my opinion, hot. Around six feet four inches, which is a lot compared to my five feet three inches. You had gorgeous eyes, that's the physical feature that attracted me to you first. Your hair was short and dark blonde to light brown. I thought you were so handsome. It's no stretch to say that I was attracted to you from the beginning.

We always talked after one of your sets and you'd tell me the jokes you had told that night. I know that I thought you were a pretty funny guy. I always talked about maybe going to see one of your shows some day but I figured that probably wouldn't happen considering that you lived in Canada and I lived in the southern United States. That's a pretty long way to go just to see a show. Every day that I didn't get to talk to you, I missed it. It was just so nice to be able to talk to someone that I got along with so well. After a couple of months of talking online we decided that it would be nice to actually hear each others voices. So we started calling each other. True it was long distance but it was worth it to be able to talk to you. The first time I called I was really nervous. So far our online conversations were great but I didn't want to screw it up by saying something stupid. I dialed your number and my pulse raced while I waited for you to answer. 

My heart skipped a beat the first time I heard you say hello. Not only were you hot but you had a voice to match. You started joking around right off the bat which helped me relax a bit more. Before our first phone conversation was over we were talking freely and laughing together. So of course our first conversation went well and many many more followed. Then something happened that I don't think either one of us had really planned on. We had phone sex. It wasn't something that either of us asked the other to do, it just happened. Now this was definitely something I had never done before and as we talked I really got into it. I laid back on my bed rubbing my clit and finger fucking myself while I listened to you tell me about all of the things that you wanted to do to me. I started to moan into the phone as I got closer to cuming. 

Then I grabbed my vibrator, fucking myself with it and imagining it was your cock. It didn't take long after that for me to start to cum. I screamed into the phone as my orgasm shot through me. I could hear that your breathing had changed, you were close to cuming and I wanted to hear it. I started to fuck myself again while I told you about everything I wanted to do. How I wanted so badly to suck on your cock and fuck you. I told you every position I wanted with you. I rubbed my breasts and as you started to cum and I screamed out in my own orgasm again. Although I had never done this before, it didn't take me long to get used to it. We talked on the phone together for hours and not every one, but most of our conversations ended with phone sex. I promise you though, I loved it every time. We've been talking for so long that it's hard to really think back on exactly how long it's been. I feel like I've known you forever. You know so much about me, you understand me like no else does. I haven't been here with you for no more than a day but I feel like I could stay here forever with you. 

I can remember how nervous I was the first time we talked seriously about meeting each other. Even as I called the airline and made my reservations I was nervous. I thought to myself , "What if I fly all the way up there and he doesn't meet me at the airport?", or "What if I get up there and he's not the guy I expected, then what would I do? He could be psychotic for all I know". Obviously I am here with you now and I know that you are no psycho, but I have to admit I was kinda scared. Even when while I sat at the airport waiting to board my plane I thought about leaving. Do you know what kept me from running home? 

I thought about every conversation we had, all the instant messaging, all the phone calls, and I thought about how much I actually started to care about you over the past few years and the good definitely out weighed the bad. Even if I wound up being disappointed how could I pass up the chance to come and see for myself. I'm so glad that I came here. The entire plane ride was a big blur, I didn't notice any of the people around me, instead my thoughts were on you. I thought about what I would say or do after I got off of the plane and saw you. I went over a few lines in my head. All I knew is that I wanted the first time we were together to be perfect and I didn't want to screw it up by being too quiet or talking too much, for that matter. I have a habit of doing that when I'm nervous.

I had no clue what to expect as I got off of the plane and walked through the terminal to meet you. For the second time since we had started talking my heart skipped a beat. I saw you waiting for me with a huge, goofy, grin on your face. Almost instantly, every fear I had went away when I ran to greet and hug you. I don't think I've ever hugged someone so tightly. You hugged me back and when I raised my head to look at you, you kissed me. At that point I almost melted in your arms. I thought it was really sweet of you to carry my things for me, you're such a gentleman. When we got to your apartment I was nervous all over again. I wanted to drop everything that was in my hands and wrap my arms around you but I was just too nervous to do it. You led me in and closed the door, before I had a chance to say a word, your arms were around my waist and you were pulling me in for a kiss. I let my body relax as I kissed you back. My body shivered as I felt your hands roam up and down my body. I could feel how much you wanted me and the feelings where mutual. I wanted you just as badly. Not sure of what to do, I followed your lead as you started to remove my clothing. 

I stepped back to help you pull my shirt over my head. There was hardly a second between the time that you got my shirt off to the time your hands moved down to my pants. You fumbled around with the buttons for a few minutes before I grabbed your hands and told you to relax and go slow, we have so much time. I saw the most handsome smile come over your face as your hands moved up my chest to my cheeks and you kissed me. Never in my life have I felt a kiss more passionate. I wrapped my arms around you and held you tight wanting that moment to last forever. Then, you broke our kiss and took me by the hand, you kissed it and then led me to your bedroom. 

The lights in the room were dim and you led me to the bed. You told me to sit and relax, that you would be back very soon. I laid back on the bed and almost fell asleep, it was so comfortable. I watched you head toward your bathroom and I listened. I heard the water turn on and your close fall to the floor. I took this opportunity to rush back into the living room and grab one of my bags. I brought in back into the room and waited, you were still in the bathroom so I figured that I had time. I opened my bag and pulled out a brand new white lace chemise that I had bought especially for you. The tags were even still on it. I took off the rest of my clothing and slid into the chemise. I brought my bag over to your dresser where your mirror was and pulled out my hair brush and some make-up. I wanted to be sure that I looked really good for you.

I finished just in time to hear you turn off the shower. I put my bag onto the floor and raced back to the bed. I sat down just in time to see you walk into the room, towel tied around your waist. Your facial expression was so funny when you had to do a double take because you realized that I had changed. You walked over to me and pulled me slowly up to my feet. You kissed me hard and told me how beautiful you thought I looked. I wrapped my arms around you, and you grabbed me by the back of my thighs and lifted me into the air. I swung my legs around you and kissed you once more, our tongues danced together for what seemed like eternity. When we broke our kiss I put my feet back down on the floor. 

We looked into each others eyes, hands roaming wildly over our bodies, getting aquatinted with every inch of each other. I could feel your already hard-cock pressing against me. I hooked my fingers into your towel and yanked it away. You looked at me as if you didn't know what else to expect and I slowly started to lower myself to the floor. I ran my fingers over the head of your cock and gently teased your balls with my hands. Looking up at your face, I could tell what you wanted and I wrapped my fingers around the shaft. I adjusted my gaze back to your cock and I could feel it throbbing in my hand. I squeezed just a little harder around it before I brought my lips to your head. I felt you tense when I slid you into my mouth. I placed one of my hands on your balls and I wrapped the other one around you, touching your ass, bringing you closer to me. 

I looked up at you as I moved my head faster up and down the shaft of your cock, your head was back and your eyes were closed, I could tell that you where really enjoying this. Without any warning and without taking my eyes off of you, I quickly slid you cock all the way into my mouth letting it slide down my throat. I saw your eyes pop open and immediately felt your hand slam onto the back off my head, holding my face on you. I fought back the urge to gag and finally got used to the feeling of you cock in my throat. Then I started to swirl my tongue around it as best I could. I felt your balls start to tighten up and you told me that you were ready to cum. I pulled my head back off of you quickly and stood up to kiss you.

You looked as if someone had ran over your dog, I know couldn't believe that I had gotten you so close and then stopped. But I had different plans for you. I felt your hands run over my shoulders as we kissed. Slowly hooking your fingers into the straps of my chemise, you started to take it off of me. Finally we were standing naked together, we stared at each others bodies thinking of all the things we wanted to do. Once again you took me by the hands and lead me to your bed. You laid me back and then got to your knees. Right then I knew exactly what you were going to do and I arched my hips up to you hoping that you would take my hint. That only let you know that you would succeed in teasing me. I moaned when I felt you press my hips back down onto the bed, you held me there while your lips kissed around my belly button. 

I was so excited when I felt your strong hands start to spread my legs apart as you kissed up my thighs towards my pussy. I reached down to place my hands on your head but you grabbed them before I could. You held my hands to the side as I struggled to touch you. All I wanted was to feel your tongue on my clit. You held my hands still until I finally relaxed again and then you told me not to move. I felt your hands move back to my thighs and then to my pussy, slowly spreading my lips. My eyes rolled when I felt your hot breath on my skin. I listened to what you said and I tried not to move although I still begged for you to just take me. I know that nothing makes you happier than to know that you are teasing me. You looked up at me with a wicked smile on your face before finally diving in to suck, lick, and nibble on my clit.

I couldn't control my body anymore, my hips were thrashing around as you teased me with your tongue feeling that my orgasm was close you suddenly stopped your attack on my clit and slid your tongue inside my pussy. As soon as you entered me I lost all the control I had left over myself and I grabbed the back of your end pressing it hard into myself until my orgasm subsided. When I loosened my grip on your head you looked up at me, smiling, with the same cute, goofy, look you had on your face when I first met you at the airport, I could see my juices glistening in your gotee. You climbed up onto the bed and laid next to me, allowing me to take a moment and gather back my composure. You teeth lightly raked across my earlobe and you kissed at my neck while we lay there

When I got my strength back again, I turned and kissed you deeply tasting myself on your tongue. I climbed on top of you letting my wet pussy rest just above your cock. You hands moved to my hips in an attempt to lower me onto you. I lifted my hips higher and moved them further away from your cock. You moaned in disapproval when I moved my pussy onto your abdomen and leaned down to kiss you. I knew exactly what you wanted but first I wanted to drive you crazy. I leaned down kissing your lips and then moving to your ears, lightly nibbling at them. Then down to your neck because I know how sensitive that spot is for you. I felt your cock grow even harder as I sucked on your neck and it brushed against my ass. 

While I kissed you I started to lift my pussy again, back down toward your hard cock. I reached a hand between us and grabbed the base of your cock, holding it up straight so that I could lower myself onto it. You moaned when you felt the tip of your cock slide into me. I held myself there while I looked into your eyes. I asked you what you wanted and you placed your hands on my hips and said that it was me you wanted. With that I slammed my wet pussy down onto you hard. In seconds your balls were pressed up against my ass. I held myself there for a moment letting both of us get used to the incredible sensation of you being so deep inside of me. 

Slowly I started to bounce up and down on you, sliding from the base of it, to the tip and then hard back down again. Your hands squeezed at my ass and I started to move faster. I could feel my ass slapping against your balls. Soon we were moving together your hips arching up to meet me with every bounce. Sweat poured from our bodies as our chests rubbed together. For the second time I felt my orgasm rising. I sat up on your cock and really started to ride you. Your right hand moved down to my pussy and you rubbed my clit with your thumb, sending me over the edge, a stream of obscenities poured from my lips while I fucked you as hard as I could.

I barely had a second after cumming before you flipped me over. Now I was on my back and you were on top of me, pounding away at my pussy. I wrapped my legs around your ass tight in an effort to pull you deeper inside of me although I don't honestly know if being any deeper inside of me was even possible. Beads of sweat poured from your forehead while you fucked me with short, fast strokes. I heard you begin to moan and I knew that you couldn't hold back much longer. Not even a minute later you were fucking me furiously, you asked me where I wanted you to cum and I told you that you could cum whenever or where ever you wanted. You pumped at me harder and soon I felt you cock start to throb inside of me, I felt you cock start to release load after load of your cum inside of me. I held you close while you came until you finally fell limp on top of me, your lips resting on my forehead. 

You rolled off and laid next to me and I laid my head on top of you. It didn't take long for both of us to fall asleep in each other's arm. I woke up before you and it has given me the opportunity to write you this letter. Now I know that so far everything that I have written is stuff that you already know but you can just consider this something to look back on when I'm gone because, let's face it, as much as we may not like it, I am going to have to go home again soon. I just wanted to be able to leave you something to remember our first night together. I'm so happy to be laying here with you and I hope that the rest of this week is just as great.

Love, 

Christina

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A Letter to Jules...



This is the E-mail that I wrote in reply to "A letter from Jules." It is my account of what we did after our fun time at the theatre. I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

My dear Jules,

After the movie, we decide to get a room in a nearby motel. On the way there, you reach down and start rubbing my quickly recovering cock through my pants. It gets hard in a short amount of time, due to your expert touch. You unzip my pants and reach in and pull it out, your tongue quickly finds it's mark, causing me to moan with pleasure and almost wreck the car!

"Don't you think you should wait?" I asked, "We're almost there!" 

"Well, if I have to!" you say with a teasing tone to your voice.You sit back up reluctantly, but you continue to stroke it, while you kiss me on the neck.

When we get to the parking lot of the motel, we have a bit of a problem getting my stiff rod back into my pants. "Lets just sit here and relax, and let things calm down, so I can go in to the desk and get us a room without being too embarrassed." I say with a chuckle. You just sit back with an impatient sigh. 

Once we get to the room, I immediately start to undress you, taking your blouse off, exposing those beautiful tits! It was so dark in the theater, I wasn't able to get a good look at them. I gasp at their beauty and size. I grab them and start to suck on the hard nipples, one after the other, feeling them get hard against my tongue. As I slurp on your luscious globes, I remove your skirt, pausing just long enough to get a good look at those wet pink lips I had tasted at the movie.

"Oh, Baby!" I exclaim, "Your pussy looks soooo good all shaved like that!"

I can smell the scent of your juicy love pot, the aroma instantly having an effect on my cock! It gets rock hard as I move down, kissing, licking and nibbling my way down your belly, getting closer and closer to your hot sex! I push your naked body back on the bed and dive between your legs, attacking your hard little clit with my tongue. You scream with pleasure! I swirl my tongue around and around your nub, as I work two fingers into your hole, stll wet from our fun at the theatre. I start to slide them in and out, massaging the walls of your hot pussy. This causes you to arch your back, as you groan and pant as your orgasm approaches.

"Oh God, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" you scream out.

I am relentless, my hot tongue and lips never stop working your excited clit, as my fingers find your "G" spot, triggering a massive orgasm! You scream as you writhe around on the bed, your legs feel as though they will crush my head, pulling it into your crotch, as you flood my face and hands with your juice. I never stop stimulating your sloppy pussy, until you collapse back on the bed, trying to catch your breath.

I lie down next to you, kissing you. You can taste your juice on my lips, as our tongues wrestle with each other. After a moment of this, you roll over on top of me and start to undo my pants once again. You slide down my body, pulling my pants off, I get up and you pull my shirt off over my head. We stand there, kissing and enjoying the feeling of our naked bodies pressed up against one another. My hard cock presses against your belly, your hard nipples against my hairy chest.

You drop to your knees, grab my cock and look at it while you gently stroke it, I can feel your breath on it, driving me crazy! You suddenly slip it into your hot mouth, causing a gasp to escape from my lips. You slide it in and out of your mouth, bringing me so much pleasure! I stop you, because I want to fuck that hot pussy again.

"Hold on Baby, I don't want to cum just yet, first why don't you get on top of me and ride my cock?"

You just smile and say, "Well, if you insist!"

I lie down on my back and aim my cock straight up so you can lower yourself down and take it's hardness into your hot body. It feels so good to have your tight wetness engulf me! You begin to rise up and down, my prong sliding in and out of your cunt, as the muscles clutch at my hardness on the upstroke. I can hear the juicy sounds of our sex, along with our moans, filling the room. You pick up speed, I can sense your impending orgasm, I am very close to shooting a hot load into your depths, but I do my best to time it so we cum together.

Your strokes become erratic, your breath ragged as I feel your pussy start to spasm. It clutches at my cock, I can't hold off any longer, I start to shoot a hot load of sperm into your wet hole, this sends you over the edge, our combined fluids gush down, soaking my balls and legs, pooling on the bed. After our orgasms subside, you lay down on top of me, leaving my wilting cock inside of you, as I feel the final twitches of your pussy. We lay there for quite a while, until you finally roll off of me, my limp dick slips out of your satisfied hole with a "plop" and after a nice kiss, we both drift off to sleep, our heads full of erotic dreams.

Until next time, I'll keep it hard for you!

Love, Clint

Sorry that it's a little short, but that's how I wrote it to her and I submitted it pretty much as-is with the exception of just a couple of minor changes. If you liked it let us know, as always, feedback is welcome! Votes are appreciated as well!