6 comments/ 20794 views/ 1 favorites A Letter to "V" By: bbkradwell Oh, my dear, sweet v. You already have the makings for a near-perfect sub: The first, foremost being your almost total willingness to give yourself to a Master. I'm sure that with the right Master you would overcome your fears, apprehensions regarding your anal orifice. I'm sure that given a few weeks, maybe even days, I could get you to the point where you would be begging me to take your back door and make it my own love entrance into your body. [Before I continue with this letter, I want you to strip naked. Right now. I want you to masturbate, also. But I don't want you to climax until you reach the end. Do you understand? You are NOT to CUM until I say so...!!!] I've been told that I have a sexy voice. It is, at times, very soft, breathy; which forces people to listen very closely to what I'm saying. In intimate settings, like ours would be, you will be blindfolded, which will cause your other senses to be heightened. How would you feel about being blindfolded and made to strip in front of your Master? Then have your hands bound at the wrist and suspended above you. I would then proceed to spank your bottom with the riding crop I have hanging in my bedroom (I really do have one, too.) After your ass has been reddened to my satisfaction, I will rub a soothing, cooling salve upon your enflamed buttocks. And, leaving you blindfolded and tied up before me, I will produce a feather, with which to tickle you all over... And after you've been tortured in such a fashion, I may let you cum... Or I might just whip your body some more. And then I'll bring out some nice toys which I'll have specially purchased with you in mind. I'm thinking a nice, big 8" vibrator/dildo and a little 5"-er for your anus. I don't want to neglect any of your holes so, at this point, while the machines are going wild in your lower regions, I'll let your arms down and make you get on your hands and knees and, while blindfolded still, I'll force my cock down your throat, making you suck me hard... Then, before I'm ready to blow my load down your throat, v, I'll pull your face away from my hardness and flip you around and, pulling the dildo out of your drenched pussy, I'll shove my cock as deeply into your smooth, hairless, dripping honey-pot as it will go! I won't come, however. And I won't let you come, either. That will be your torture. For you, dear girl, will not be allowed to come unless I say so. Without my permission there will be no orgasms for you, ever. This is non-negotiable and something I have always required of my subs. You must also be smooth at all times. I mentioned hairless pussy above because I do not allow hair on my subs. Pubic hair, that is. None. So when you asked if I "liked that look," I need to answer that I like it, yes but more than that, I require it. You, as My submissive, will be smooth. And, as I said before, after a short while, you will be asked to keep your other orifice lubricated and ready to be plundered at a moments notice. You'll never know when I'll order you to bend over and take my erection into your vagina or your anus. Ohhhh, my God, little girl... I can picture more of our weekends together: I will command you to be nude, all weekend. I will either be nude, too, or I'll be wearing a suit to accept visitors as they drop by. And you will be asked to stay in the bedroom when that happens, at least until you are more comfortable in your role as a sub. Then you may be asked to serve my guests as you would your Master; either bringing us drinks and things or, perhaps when you're ready, being used as a plaything for/ by us all. [Are you on the verge of cumming yet? Good... But hold it in, just a bit more...] But I may just decide to keep you all to myself... All for myself. Why should I share my favorite "toys" if I don't want to! If that makes me sound like a spoiled child then so be it. I don't care. By "toys" I mean, well, you, my pet. As a child, I was often asked to share my toys with siblings and/or friends. As an adult, I often share things of value with people I love and/or respect. But not always. Sometimes, when I find something, someone I really want, I just wanna keep it for myself. Eventually, of course, in a Zen way, I realize that nothing can be held onto forever, so I release it back into the world. But, for that short time that it was mine, I always feel a profound sense of joy! That's very much the way I begin most relationships with my subs... Not all but many of my most successful have gone that way. And, lastly, your hair is a very personal thing that I'll leave up to your decision. But, for my own, personal, likes, I love long, flowing hair; color makes no difference. I love red heads, blondes, brunettes all the same. I have a sub with silver-grey hair, much like my own. When I was 16 I found my first grey (silver) hair. Ever since then, because I've got some Irish in my bloodline (as well as Polish, German, Scots, Italian, Greek, Japanese and American Indian,) my hair has been going from salt and pepper to silver. It could go to a shock of white if I let it. But the length of my lovers' hair should, ideally, be long; down her back. I love grabbing onto it and pulling on it like a horse's reigns as I fuck her doggie-style! Mmmmm, there's nothing like the feeling that I'm leading her somewhere as I plow into her from behind! Now THAT always makes for fantastic orgasms, all the way around! Now that I've told you more about what I like, I want you to tell me about you: About your body and what you look like. About the places you like to be touched -- How hard, how long. I also want you to write me back after you've read this. And after you've come down from your orgasm, of course. Don't cum yet, though...! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ BE SILLY!!!!!-!! oxox -BB (:-}D) PS- You may call me "Master" or "BB." PPS- I want you to cum now, little one. That's right, let it alll out! Release all of your pent-up energy through your sex... Ahhhhhh. Now, isn't that better? Go clean yourself up, right away. And have a great day. A Letter to Willy Dear Willy, It's been a long time, hasn't it? When was it last, 3 years ago, at Angela's party? You said you loved me, that's a joke and we both knew it, but you got what you wanted -- so did I for that matter. We'd been so close for so long, then to meet up again so unexpectedly there. I wanted you all over again but I had the feeling you'd have taken any one of the girls there if they'd have had you. So it was me. I always fell for your bullshit because I wanted to, and here I did it again. I thought it hilarious the looks we got when we came back to the crowd, until I found out that one reason I got those looks was because of the big smear of something -- your something I'm sure -- on the back of my skirt. As you know I'm married now. He's a very nice, older guy, but do I love him? What's love got to do with it? I thought I loved you! We're good together, both socially and sexually, although he's NOW always pushing me to fuck other guys. About once every couple of weeks, it seems, he brings home a new friend, someone he met at work, or at a bar, and he leaves us alone, and the guy's all over me. Or we go out to dinner or just a drink at a bar, and meet a guy, sometimes a couple, and we go to there place, or come to ours, and pretty soon we pair off, usually girl/boy, but sometimes girl/girl (and I guess boy/boy, though who knows?) Now, he's hinting at me meeting men in hotel rooms, and getting paid to fuck. If that sounds like prostitution to you, you're right. Really, though, I like it all, as you know only too well. It wasn't always that way. I was prepared for a "nice" marriage, no more fucking around, and it lasted for about two weeks. We had agreed, tacitly maybe, I don't remember, but we'd agreed we could go our own ways if we wanted. He was actually jealous of me even talking or flirting with other men at first, so you can imagine how tough that was for me. Early one Saturday morning I got a call from someone, you may know him, Ralph Denkins (I think). Word had got around that I might be available again, and he wanted to take me out. You'd have thought I said I wanted to leave George forever! We talked endlessly about it. Was I going to fuck this guy? Use a condom (I didn't) ; Home by midnight (I wasn't); Call him when I was leaving (I did, but then we had another quickie, so I was very late). What a scene! He called me all the names in the book, whore, slut etc, then whacked me a good one. I was prepared to leave him, but then we made up in the appropriate manner. We always do. I think the first time my husband was there when I was with another man it didn't go well, either, and he was pissed off, as I think you said you were the first time you watched your girlfriend, and I don't actually think we were married yet. We were with a friend, a younger guy who he worked with, and who asked us if we'd ever smoked weed. We both said no, so he brought some out. Looking back I wonder now if he was trying to get in my pants, and he partly succeeded, but who can remember how those things went. So we smoked together, and George and I got sort of silly, and then we all started to get sexy. Both of them kissed me, I remember we danced, they both felt my butt through my jeans, maybe held my breast in their hands, I remember my husband, George, came up behind me while I was dancing with the kid, and held both my breasts in his hands, but then he flaked out. He just sat in a chair staring off into space, while the kid and I danced, kissed and got into what used to be called "heavy petting". I remember lying on his couch while he kneeled beside me, feeling my breasts through my blouse, so I unbuttoned it for him -- no bra that night. Then it was him kissing, kissing, fondling, sucking on my breasts, very pleasant. Then things got real hazy. I remember taking off my jeans and he was doing some serious feeling and fondling, and had his hand in my pants, I think I might have taken those off too, when my husband came to life. He stood watching for a few minutes, then said something like "what are you trying to do, fuck 'er?" real nasty. Well the guy might have been doing something pretty rasty by then, like he probably had his finger in me, at least rubbing my clit, I just remember feeling mellow, and this was real jarring. The guy said something lame like." We were just having some fun." George grabbed my arm told me to come with him, or "maybe you'd like to spend the night here". OK, I got up off the couch, dressed, all this in silence. I gave the guy a kiss and said goodnight, and we went out to the car -- still silence, and I was feeling nervous. As we drove home the conversation went something like this: Me: "I'm sorry." Him: "That's OK." Coldly. Silence. Me: "Are you mad?" Hopefully. Him: "No." Still cold. Silence. Me: "We were just messing around." Him: " I don't think when a man has his hand in your pants or is feeling your cunt, it's just messing around." Silence. Him: "Did you want to sleep with him?" Harshly. I had to laugh. "Sleep with him." I thought, that's so old fashioned. Him: "What's so funny? When a man's feeling you up, I think that's serious! Did you want him to fuck you?" He was getting angry now, but I almost burst out laughing again. "feeling you up." That was so out of date. It must have been the influence of the weed, because I was having a hard time not laughing. But I did say: "Well, if that's so serious, when we went to a party at (I don't remember where) and I caught you kissing Sharon (a girlfriend of mine) with your hand up her skirt, was that serious?" Well it went on like that until we got home, and then it was pretty quiet until we were undressed. I was naked when he grabbed me from behind, threw me on the bed, and said something like "Next time you want to fuck someone, ask permission first!" That broke the ice, and we both giggled, but NOW it got serious. That must have been some of the most physical fucking we'd done up to then. We were both worn out and really slept soundly. Of course, that was not really what we said to each other, or for that matter what really happened, that's just the way I remember it. Next day George apologized to both of us for being such an asshole. Willy, I still think of you and the good times we had, so if you want to, sometime, give me a call and we'll relive those times. Don't let my husband know, though, or he might make you pay for it! Still love you! xx Jaynie xx A Letter To Xandra #3 Dear Xandra, There were four of them this time. Every time they manifest themselves they appear in the guise of actresses that I've recently "pleasured" myself to. Two in particular, the two entities that materialized the previous time to this one, seem different in appearance, but their essence seems familiar. It sounds crazy, but it's true. Specifically they were, as Lindsay Lohan and Jennifer Love Hewitt. The two others showed themselves, as Salma Hayek and Jennifer Lopez. The events seem to possess all the earmarks of a classic alien visitation. Brilliant but soft bright white light, a vacuum of silence, sleep paralysis accompanied by feelings of paranoia. However, my body never leaves the room. My body seems to be levitating, though I somehow feel that I am still lying on my bed... very strange. Jennifer Love Hewitt, whom I will refer to, as LOVE for simplicities sake was the first to appear. Her smile, warm, seductive, her eyes reassuring, calming, yet enticing. Seductively emerging from the brilliance of light, as she walked to the side of my bed. Reaching out her hand, gingerly dragging it along my bare skin, gooseflesh aroused by her touch, my cock stirred by the black mesh bikini which displayed all of her full womanly curves. She rested herself at the side of me, stroked my chin, pressing her fingertips to my lips, eyes mesmerizing. Next, the light engulfed the whole of my bedroom. Hands slid over my chest, up toward my shoulders, finding their way to my face, each cupping a cheek. Easily drawing my eyes to meet her eyes, Salma Hayek materialized, straddling me, her form solidifying. Her hands moved down to each of my wrists, lifting my arms up above my head, leaning forward, her bulbous, naked tits pressing full against my face, warm, and soft. She lifts my arms above my head, passing them to Jennifer Lopez. J-Lo takes my hands, my gaze following, our eyes meet, smiles down at me. My hands cup each of her full ass cheeks, she helps them squeeze her fleshy bottom. She grips my wrists, securing my arms over my head, my hands massaging her bountiful ass. LOVE licking my nipple, Salma has slid to my other side. She's lying beside me, her leg crossed over mine. She's stroking the length of my torso, down to my thighs, her swollen breasts pressed firmly to my side. LOVE's hand does the same, brushing my cock, it thickens, stiffening, filling with blood. J-Lo leans over me, her lips pressing to mine, my arms have fallen straight out to my sides, palms up to the sky. J-Lo's hands are exploring my upper body, massaging, warming, teasing. It's sensory immersion, Salma's hand caressing my balls, LOVE slowly stroking my shaft, J-Lo probing my mouth with her tongue. My eyelids fall closed, the ecstasy washing over me. The light grows in intensity once more. From beneath heavy eyelids barely open, Lindsay Lohan now stands over me, hands held in a praying position. She leans forward, pushing her praying hands between my thighs. Brushing them easily apart with the backs of her hands, kneeling between them in one fluid move, almost dance-like. She kneels there, hands resting on either thigh. Salma grips my cock firmly in her hand, my head swollen, throbbing, pulsating. Lindsay throws her head back, as if letting out a silent scream, bringing her head forward, mouth gaping wide, my dick disappears in her mouth. Her head stutters up and down a few times, Salma swallows my cock, her head doing the same. LOVE takes a turn, Salma still gripping and jerking my rod. Each one of the women are taking turns, letting their warm, moist mouth, love my cock. J-Lo massaging and teasing my nipples whispers in my ear, "how's that feel, Baby?" She grips me under my arms pulling me toward the end of the bed, my upper body arches over the edge. The other three women roll me onto my belly, as the room whirls around. My ass sticks high in the air, face down over the edge, J-Lo's pink pussy is right in my face. She lays on her back, legs bent and spread wide giving my mouth total access to her warm snatch. I smell her scent. Her hands at the back of my head pull my mouth to her moist cunt. My tongue lapping at her soft flesh, flicking her slowly swelling lips. A tongue begins licking my asshole, a pair of hands gripping my ass, spreading my cheeks. It's Lindsay, I can't see her, but I just "know" it's her. The same way I "know" Salma is sucking my cock beneath me, as Lindsay straddles her. The same way I know that LOVE is giving Salma a Venus Butterfly, which makes her work my cock that much more urgently. I hear Lindsay spit, feel the warmth of her saliva when it hits my asshole, dripping over my taint. It leaves a warm trail down to my balls, where Salma has them gripped, squeezing and fondling them, her mouth still fucking my cock. A finger slips inside my ass Lindsay's tongue still working there. Salma shudders to LOVE's fingers and tongue tantalizing her cunt. The wave washes over us simultaneously, as we are as one. "Fuck me, Baby!" J-Lo lifting her head arms reaching out for me. My cock audibly pulls away from Salma's sucking mouth, "smock!" Lindsay's finger slips from my asshole. Sliding off the bed on my belly, right between J-Lo's thick dancer thighs, my cock pokes her pussy and with the slightest pause slides in to its' hilt. "Oh!" Her cry of delight echoes around the room, bouncing off objects like a ricochet. I feel a pair of hands massaging my shoulders, a hand rubbing my back, and still another spanking my ass with each thrust of my hips. LOVE is the one at my shoulder whispering something in my ear. It sounds like gibberish, spoken like an incantation. Whatever she's saying is causing my penis to thicken in girth. It feels like I have a tree trunk plunging into J-Lo's pussy, over and over again. Her pussy filling up over and over again with my mammoth spellbound cock. On the verge of blowing my load, throwing my hips into J-Lo at a maniacal pace, our flesh slapping together. Her thick thighs ripple with each explosive plunge. She throws her arms back over her head, nipples erect. I drive deep in her, my back arched, Lindsay whispers something in my other ear, more gibberish, more spells? The room goes dark, save for a spot of light around J-Lo and myself. J-Lo spasms, her pussy squishing with her own cum, as it squeezes my cock with each contraction. When she's in the afterglow, oblivious to her surroundings, spasms waning, Salma and LOVE grab her by her arms, pulling her away and out of the light. My monstrous enchanted dick slaps against the floor. It's pulsating. Lifting up and then plopping back down on the floor, like a massive beached whale. I'm on my knees, the rooms completely dark, only the spotlight illuminates me. In the dark, just beyond the cast of light, Lindsay prowls like a jungle cat. She crawls into the spotlight on hands and knees, beautiful tits hanging free, pussy high in the air, she circles in front me in display. She is purring, a deep raspy purr. She opens her mouth, "meow-yow-wow-wow-yow". Again, this time a cat-like gibberish, as she backs up to me, seemingly gliding on air. Her pussy purrs louder as she gets closer. The world goes black. I cannot see, ANYTHING! The purring is all there is now. My cock is starting to go flaccid. Is it the purring? First the purring is in front of me. Then it's joined by another purr, just as loud, but different from Lindsay. It's LOVE. Her purr is softer, mixed with an almost sigh. Then another joins in, it's Salma. Her purr is melodic, almost singing, going from a high pitch to low, then high again. Being led by the hand somewhere, but my bodies not moving anywhere. My mind is moving forward through space. Is it this space? A warmth presses against my cheek, I feel fur and another purr begins. It's J-Lo's purr. Her purr is part purr, part hum, very soothing, like a lullaby. Another warmth presses to the other cheek, another fur. It's LOVE. I can feel J-Los' and LOVEs' warmth. Now I can hear them breathing? There's a feeling of rhythmic warmth against my neck. Sucking in, blowing out. Sucking in -- blowing out. Suck in -- blow out. In -- out. In -- out. In -- out. My body's swaying side to side, my head is swimming. The purring, the breathing, it's hypnotic. There's Lindsay again, glowing in the darkness, radiating light. She raises her arms straight out to her sides, raising up on tip toes, arching her back, face up to the sky. Her mouth falls open, she cries out, "uh!" Her head falls forward, her body collapses into a ball. She's hugging her knees to her chest, her naked body in a crouching ball, her hair hanging down over her face and knees. Her radiant light gets dimmer. Salma, J-Lo and LOVE become illuminated, their naked bodies beginning to glow. They each reach out a right hand to Lindsay, circling her clockwise, chanting. Lindsay begins to glow. The three women stop, join hands in a circle around her showing their bare asses to me. They start to revolve around crouching Lindsay, slowing turning about her, spinning on an invisible turntable. Am I still on my knees? The light is so bright! "What an ass!" I'm fucking J-Lo in her ass! Oh, it feels so good. Where's my dick? It's in -- her ass? No. No! It's between Salma's swollen tits, sliding between them, splitting her cleavage. She's pressing them tight around my... What? Where's my cock? Between Salma's... No! Between LOVE's lips! Her mouth is so wet and warm. It's sliding over my cock - over my cock. Over -- my -- cock. Where's Lindsay? Where's Lindsay? There's Lindsay. Her tongue's in my ear, licking my lobe, nibbling. Her tits are against my bicep. Now my hands hold her face. I'm staring into those cool eyes. We embrace, her tits pressing against my chest. I'm whispering to her. What did I say? My dick is where? Our hips are bumping. How? She turns around, her back to me. 'Push'. Over she goes. My dick is where? We're drifting. She's leaning forward. Her hips are bucking back against mine. Back. Back. Back. Back. Back. Her tits are in my hands. They're firm. Squeezing them. My dick is where? Hands on her hips. Back. Back. Back. My dick is where? "Don't tease me." They say. "I would never," I say. Salma, are you there? Are you Salma? Love, are you there? Are you Love? J-Lo? Are you J-Lo? Lindsay? Where's my dick? "It's right here." She waves it over her head, tosses my dick to Salma. Salma catches it against her chest. Salma then tosses it to Love, who catches it against her face. Love tosses it to J-Lo, who drops it, slips and lands on it with her ass. She regains her feet, tosses it back to Lindsay. They're playing keep away with my dick. Lindsay holds my penis to her face, looks at the head and says, "Hello Mr. Penis. Are you having fun?" Off it goes to Salma. Salma circles her nipple with it, squats, wiggles it against her pussy, pushes it inside, then fucks herself fast with it. Pulls it out , my dick flopping around in her hand semi-hard. Salma gnashes her teeth. "Who's fucking dick is this?!" in her Spanish accent. She tosses it to Love. "It's mine now!" Love licks it like a lollipop. Sucks on the head, gropes the balls. It pops from her mouth, like a cork from a bottle. "Uh, so good! Who's dick is this?!" J-Lo catches it. "It's my dick!" J-Lo holds my penis in the palm of her hand. She begins to pet it. It grows harder, thicker, longer. "You like that?" she asks. My penis nods to her. "Do you want some more?" J-Lo puckers her lips, pressing my penis to them. Her pursed lips part, her teeth bare, and she gently bites down. "Who's dick is this?!" she says through clenched teeth. She shakes her head like a dog with a chew toy, my penis squeaks, flying from her mouth, disappearing into the darkness. Darkness. "Where's my dick?!" A spotlight comes on. Salma bends over, sticking out her ass, arching her back. "Here's your dick, Baby." Another spotlight, this time Love bends over, "I've got your cock, right here, Babe." Love spreads her pussy so I can see my dick in her cooch. A third spotlight comes on. J-Lo bends over, her plump ass sticking out, "here's yo penga, Baby!" She smacks her own ass. A fourth spotlight comes on. Lindsay bends over. "Where's your dick, Baby?" "Where's my dick?" There's no answer to my question. I feel... a hand... on my dick. "Here's your dick, Baby." My eyes are closed. I open them and Lindsay is not but an inch from me, her nose at my nose. Her eyes search mine. She's holding my dick in her hand, tugging on it. She takes it in both her hands. Holding the shaft with one, she licks the inside of her other hand, then circles my head with her saliva soaked palm. Your dick is where it's always been," she whispers in my ear with heavy breath, "right in the palm of my hands". Her hands are deftly working. My head goes back, my breath ragged gasps. "I'm gonna cum." "Not yet! Wait!" It's Love telling me to hold on. "I can't! I'm gonna cum!" "Here it comes!" warns J-Lo. "Oh -- shit!" I can't hold it anymore. No more spells. "He's gonna fucking blow!" Salma giggles. "Uh!" Lindsay's hand still jerking my dick, drawing every ounce of cream from my nuts, it just keeps squirting out. I can't see, again. Everything's dark. "Look at all that!" Salma marvels. "Don't spill it." Love says. "Gimme." That's J-Lo's voice. "Mmm." That's J-Lo's mouth. "Oh, fuck." I fall back. Where am I? I'm lying down, J-Lo's licking my cock. "Look." All the four women are backlit. Lindsay holds out a glass filled with my jizz. She takes a gulp, letting some cum spill down her chin. Salma rushes to her, licking it, they kiss each other, her mouth covering Lindsay's, swapping my cum. Salma gargles, then swallows, licks her lips clean, then wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Salma holds the glass out to Love, who tilts her head back, letting cum to slide from the glass down her throat. J-Lo takes the glass, scoops the remaining cum in her hands and licks it from her fingers. She smears some on her tits. Lindsay and Salma suck cum clean from J-Lo's titties. Love takes J-Lo's hand, trying scavenge whatever spew is left. "Where's your dick, Baby?" They ask me in unison. "Right fuckin' here, ladies!" Grabbing my junk, I said, "right where it's always been." It always ends the same way, Xandra. Whoever is present at the event kisses my cheek, then walks away disappearing through the far wall in a glowing fog. What does this all mean? I fear I'm losing my mind. Is this a dream? Next time it happens I will try to control it. I think of you, always, Xandra. Hope you are well. Much love, Darren A Letter to You My Love, I miss you terribly. I ache for you, even though I have never known your touch. When you write to me, speak to me, I feel it as if a ghost, arousing me and pushing me to the brink of sanity. How I long for you, to be held by your arms, to be have you hands pulling my hair and slapping my ass. Sir, I do miss you so horribly. I really cannot wait until you come to me, take the nine hour drive to visit me and spend a week in my company. I cannot wait to show you how much you mean to me, and to give you reason to keep me! We speak so often of what will happen that the mere mention of March sends shivers dancing up and down my spine. You know how I love to hear you talk dirty to me, and when I'm in class; your filthy text messages cause me to soak through my panties on the rare occasion that I wear them. I cannot wait for you to come to me, and rip my lace boy shorts off of me, and take what is yours. I cannot wait for you to claim me as your cumslut, your fuckslave, your little one. It will begin as innocently as possible. We will meet, with friends in tow, at a coffee house and snuggle and chat and have the first kiss of many. I will not wear any underwear, and will make you aware of that. You didn't know about that yet, but I do love to surprise you and please you. I know you adore how insatiable I am, and how playful and coy I can be. Eventually, we will leave, and I will join you at the hotel I helped you search for online. We may snuggle for a time before a kiss consumes us enough to continue onwards, but I'm fairly certain that the second we are in the hall; our intentions will become less innocent. You'll cup my ass and kiss me roughly, one hand in my hair, and then clumsily unlock the door. My wet cunt will be dripping its juices in anticipation, most likely soaking through my pants. I'll blush and look up at you with the look of wanton desire in my eyes. You'll grab me roughly, one hand on the small of my back, supporting my tiny frame. We'll meet in a kiss filled with desire, your tongue slipping into my mouth, overpowering me. You'll pick me up and throw me onto the bed, causing a fit of insolent giggles from me. You'll smile at me, the type of grin that can devour someone, and I'll quiet, slipping my shirt over my head and biting my lip. You'll kiss me again, this time kissing down my neck and nipping at my collar bone, and I'll unclasp my bra, my nipples hard with need. I will tug at your shirt, desperate to feel your skin on mine, and you'll ignore me, still focused on my collarbone, making me yelp and squirm. I'll arch my back and raise my hips so they hit yours above mine. You'll turn and meet my eyes with a fierce gaze before ripping off your shirt and helping me unbutton my jeans as I fumble with the button. I'm far too good with fumbling with things. I'll move to unbutton your jeans, and you'll oblige, leaving you in your boxers, and me vulnerable and naked. I'll arch my back again, slide a bit down, my wetness rubbing on your thigh. You'll grin at me again, and kiss down my stomach, paying special attention to my birthmark, causing me to giggle. You will do as you have texted me and whispered to me over the phone. You will lick up and down my slit, causing me to whimper as you continue your teasing. Then, suddenly, you will suck on my clit, causing me to yelp as your slowly slide one of your fingers into my pink tight cunt. I'll moan and grind my wet pussy into your face, and as I begin to reach the peak of my pleasure, you will commence your licking on just the outer edge of my lips. I will groan with frustration and you will continue, until you give into my pleas for release and allow me to cum, soaking your face in my sweet juices. But You, and i, will be far from done. You will finally tug off your boxers, and I will see your hard cock, though not for the first time. I will move to get up to taste you, but you will push my small frame back simply and slide the swollen head up and down my pussy lips. I'll moan again, and try to slide closer to you, taking your head into me quickly. I should be punished for this, but not now. This is about pure need. You'll slam into me, and in a moment it will be a fury of wild thrusting, your hard cock impaling me, my tight cunt stretching to accommodate you. I will bite my lip to muffle my yelps and never let my eyes leave yours. I will wrap my legs around your waist, allowing you more access to what is yours. Eventually, as I lay panting under you, begging for release, You will fulfill one on my fantasies. You'll pick up my small body, still inside of me, and hold me up against the wall. You will then thrust deep into me, claiming what is yours, and pull my hair, allowing you the bite my collarbone more savagely than before. I will dig my nails into your shoulders; rake them down your back to leave marks to remember our stay. I will continue my begging. I need to cum, but You will want me to cum with you. I struggle to hold back my impending orgasm, and You will pull out of me. I'll gasp, sliding down on the wall, and You will pick me up again, and lay down on the bed, with me on top of you. Slowly, I'll straddle your cock, and poise myself over the tip of it, waiting for you like a good cumslut. You'll grab my hip and pull me down hard on you, letting me ride you. I'll pump up and down on you, my cunt clenching around you. I will continue you to beg, and you'll finally say yes as you slap my ass. I will scream, and revel in an orgasm almost blindingly powerful, and shudder around you as you roar and spurt inside of me. My little body will shake, and I will most certainly fall on top of you, with you still inside of me. You will kiss my forehead, be sweet and gentle with me like you so wish, and eventually we cuddle up and sleep together. I miss you very much, Sir. With all of my love, Your Little One A Letter to You Dear Caroleena, Happy birthday. It is your 24th birth day and I'm really very happy to see you becoming such a big girl. I fought with tears back because one day I had seen the same girl wearing a red-white skirt with pink blouse and a birthday cone on her head celebrating her 3rd birthday. You remember the day? It was the very first day you came to live in our locality with your family. And now, you are just the same girl but in a more matured & sophisticated way. I can almost see you. Your petite 5'3"was always your concern around people. I've never seen you without your 5" stiletto. Needlessly, you knew you could be adorable in everyway possible. The dress you could probably wearing now, the classic white gown with golden laces at the back and waist, white frills all around the lower border and the full sleeves of your gown; I always thought you were an angel every time I was present at your birthday. With your blonde hair pulled up on your head with pins and clips, the light make-up to high light you genuinely beautiful cheek and jaw line..... I never find words to describe you, Leena. Forgive me, if I've crossed the line. You once declared not to call me Leena. But again, it's such a nice good event, don't spoil the charm for some nuisance of mine. So. Where was I? yeah! Your birth day ceremony. You always wanted it to be special. Even at your three when you were too new for the neighbourhood, you didn't feel shy to play with almost strangers. Remember, we played Hide & Seek at our Community Park. For the sake of the greatest sarcasm, I was the seeker. You know, I found all our mates. They were too predictable to find. But you? You were something else. Even after upside downing the whole park I was unable to find you. Leena, Did you come into my life to play Hide & Seek? Did you come to hide forever? And to make me find you through out my whole life? Will you believe if I say something? Will you believe that I never cheated on you? I can guess, you may stop reading the letter at this point. But please, just once let me confess, let me clear myself! Caroleena, you were my dream girl. I day dreamt about us. I imagined you. Longed for you, worshipped you. I could kneel in front you even if you wanted to let me die. But there was Rick. You remember the Bully-boy from our primary? Richmond Summers. He was the guy who challenged that I would never be able to find the necklace he has dropped in your closet. But as we both know, it actually belonged to you because you father planned to gift the necklace on your 5th birthday. To my greatest pride, I was a seeker. And you said finders are keepers. And the circumstances made me a thief. Leena, I was never as wealthy as you were, but there was something I regarded as treasure for me; my dignity. Even at my early age I felt how idiot I was to step into that trap. Rick smiled in your birthday but cried the next one month for his broken nose. My parent sent me to the boarding school. They figured out the Tom Boy I was gradually becoming was too alarming for them. If I was the centre of every mischief, their life could get complicated. Because of the same cause Leena, they were not as wealthy as you were. I was sent o some kind of Jail. But I survived. But I quit after junior high. I was sixteen when I returned home to attend the funeral of my father, the Janitor of your father's office. I don't know why you were too close to my father that you could even come to his funeral. Have you seen how a caterpillar becomes a butterfly? Have you smelt the freedom from its wings? It was exactly something what I felt when I first saw you at the funeral. When father Joseph was reciting some phrases from Bible, I found your eyes wet. Though I was way too away, I couldn't miss that. Later that evening you suddenly came to me and hugged. Then a moment later you released and said, ' I always wanted to tell you that I was really sorry for the insult my parents did on my birthday. If you can, please forgive me!' then you left abruptly. I can't point out why I can remember every words you said me that day. Even the excellent accent, the mesmerising warmth of your hands on my hands and the melancholic sunset down at the end of the day were unable to make me forget your words. As you said Leena, I'm gonna keep that buried into my soul, making them a part of it. Leena, did I fall in love with you? On that very funeral? To God's greatest humour, that was your birthday too. The work place of mine and your swimming centre were the same. I worked as a swim coach there. While in that boarding school, I was nothing but a star swimmer, I even competed in national level. The pool authority employed me in children section. But I was destined to meet you. The days spent with you at the pool were the best days of my life. You were such a naïve, you feared water like Death. And you named me Mermaid. Remember? I've never felt that attraction with anyone. At first I tried to teach you swimming. But having you so near wearing nothing but a skin tight swim costume was enough to make my own lessons blur. It used to be such a playful event to frighten you as if I was going to drop you. You used to yell at the top of your lungs, though you knew well that I would never let you drop into water. Our swim trainer used to make such a poor of you. But I hated it. I never lasted seeing you in pain. While our innocence playfulness I was becoming aware of my orientations. I never was into guys. The days after spending time with you I used to come home as super horny. Being an Ideal Sex Driven teen I used to finger myself over and over until I was wobble enough to be sleepy. Sorry! I kept it a secret. Now please, don't get angry with me! But that never was just a sexual attraction. I felt something more, something bigger. Leena, if there is anything called Love, it must be it; Love. It made me cry and laugh simultaneously. In my eighteen I was some kind of and androgynous. I used to keep my dark chest nut hairs cut short with spikes upright. The very low amount of breast fit with my BUTCH personality perfectly. And to top it swimming had given me a lean but powerful body with muscles underneath. I was dressed in simple cotton shirt and jeans at your senior prom. I was never invited. But a unique talent in electrical instruments gave me opportunity to work with some event manager nearby. So when your school hired that event manager I came as a joint packet. I wish I never came. I was angry as hell when I figured out you and Rick in some lonely dark Gym when you were expected to be in the assembly hall. I was mad but was curious too. I tried to consume but when he tried to put his dick onto your throat even ignoring your distaste it took all of me. I changed the power mode and the whole gym flooded with lights. Well, it was enough to frighten that little shit his head out. I thought I escaped from your eyes, but I wasn't that smart. Next day you showed up at my house. You just smiled and said,' I thought you would behave after your days at boarding school.' I was at my workshop, tightening some junk. I offered a sly smile. You came to sit next to me and started talking here and there. Then suddenly you asked, 'Jen, are you gay?' My hands felt weak as I was in the middle of lifting something heavy. I perspired, 'you mind?' ' NO!' you told and came to help me. After some silence I hesitated,' are you and Rick...... you know.. kind of a..... couple?' you waited until I finished. You sighed and nodded, 'yeah! I guess so.' 'but he still roams around Shanya.' ' don't talk about that bitch! She's no worth of him!' I was surprised. Can anyone be so blind to unseen her mate cheating? 'that's insane Leena! He is no worth of you!' 'then who is worth of me? You?' Sometimes your dear one hurts you more than anything. I left. I avoided you for next several days. But ultimately you captured on the way to my home. When I returned from the grocery I found you sitting in my car. And I murmured to remind me to lock the car when I park. You were silent all the way. I didn't push you too. You knew I lived separately after I got the job at event management. I put the car into the garage and asked,' now what?' 'what?' 'what are you doing here Leena?' 'nothing. Who asked you to mind my presence? Did I talk to you on road? Just ignore me like the way you're doing since that day.' It could be an idiocy to talk on this topic further. I emerged from the car and entered into my house. As expected, you followed. I put my groceries in the kitchen and offered, 'you want something?' 'yeah! I want to talk to you.' 'Sure do! But about what?' 'You must know it better. You stopped talking.' 'well, I didn't. I just didn't get time.' I scooped up my Sprite and left kitchen. But this time you didn't follow. I waited for a while then walked back. You were standing with your hips touching the counter. When I came near you, you started saying, without looking at me,' I was lonely since I knew what loneliness was. I was the only child and I always feared to lose the small amount of friends I had. But most of them cheated on me. Jen, you were the only one who never asked for anything, not even my friendship. But I want you in my life Jen. Am I so cheap that you can't accept as a friend?' How can you be so cruel to me Lenna? Why do you cry? Why do you talk to me with your voice cracking in pain? Don't you know how much that damages me? Can't you see how brutally I bleed seeing you in pain? Just the moment you stopped I took you in my arms and I felt powerless. I dreamt about this moment so many times that the reality even felt like a dream. I was unable to stop myself. I lowered my lips to their destination and they travelled their longest journey. Moments passed by like hours. Ultimately the sweet taste and a subtle fragrance overpowered my whole being. I felt like I was about to fall. Just then you held me, in your arms, close to your soul. And I found peace. For the first time in my life, I felt home. Our kiss continued, deepened by tongue. They duelled, wrestled, savoured, explored each other. We found ourselves. So openly, naked with our primal arousal that it destroyed the last barrier. We made love. Better, we taught each other how to live. And we argued on that. We discovered how badly we want each other and that made you scared. After all you were Straight, not a 'I'm so Gay'. We fought. I begged forgiveness from you. You gave, we kissed and made love again. With those sweats running down from our bodies, glistening with the after glow of powerful orgasms, our oaths swept away. 'Rick and I getting married next January.' Well, that was a kick right in the balls. I yelled over the telephone,' you're fucking kidding me? Then just what you're doing with me?' But I was out of the town. My business was expanding. Thanks to you, you made that marriage wait until Rick was back from his Army Training. That gave us three more years. But for what Leena? To fuck each other? How possibly you could deny that you didn't love me? You father's business was ruining and Rick's status could give it a cling. That's enough to destroy your future? That's enough to slaughter you? At the end of that 2nd year I was almost successful convince to come out with me. Might be you could. If I wasn't a worthless idiot. Believe me Lenna, I wasn't the one who dragged that fucking whore into our bed. Yeah she was my business partner and I brought her home the day before Christmas Eve. But to help me to decorate the cruise I hired for your birthday. We wined a little but then she surprisingly tied me up with some belt and started licking me. For heaven's sake Leena, believe me, she raped me. I didn't touch her. It was just when you entered into house. After a tiresome flight of five long hours. You came home and.......... I'm really sorry that I brought that bitch home. But my intensions were pure. I never cheated on you. But you didn't hear a word. Your dream was to have a boat house. I fulfilled it when I launched my own 2nd franchisee. You started walking towards the shore and for my most unfortunate day there were no guards nearby. I tried to convince you everyway possible. But you were just so angry. Every time I touched you, you jerked away. Why? I ask? You jerked away violently and you slipped your feet. Your head smashed on the wooden cliff, you lost your senses and drowned in the water. I couldn't believe my eyes. It was so rapid that I forgot to jump to save you. When I jumped you were already drowned vividly. I pulled you out from the water, tried to bring your senses; tried everyway possible. But I lost the battle. I was in trance when they called the ambulance and headed hospital. I lost you Lenna. You were snatched from me on that day. On that very day I thought I could get you as mine. More over, on that day you were born. They declared you dead at 4 in the morning, 24th December. Today is also 24th December. These years just passed by. I didn't live it. Police arrested me as your parents put the murder charge against me. But my attorney saved me. They lost the case and I was declared as clean. Once water used to be my only console, my second home. Now? Now I hate water as if it was not water but some poison. I can't find peace anywhere. I can't find a place to rest my soul. Where ever I go you haunt me. And I run towards you; if I could find an oasis in a mirage. But Lenna, I don't want to live anymore. It's a punishment to live without you. Everyone says they can't live without the person they're in love. But did they actually lose them? Do they know how pathetic it is to drag your life day after day? Do they know how to live without air? Lenna, you were that air for me. You're everything. And I'm tired with this life I'm bearing. I'm tired with this life. I haven't sleep for all these years. May be I laid down every night. I closed my eyes and there were only you; your memories. But I want to sleep now. With peace in my mind that when I'll open my eyes I'll see you, be able to touch, kiss you, I'll be able to let you know how much I really love you. I want to be with you, live with you, die with you. Now I can't live so I want to die. Today is 24th December. It's 3:40 in the morning. I'll wait for you. Take me to you. Release me. Love you till my last breath, Mermaid.