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Dear Sam

By: silversword



Dear Sam

I know it’s only been a week but I just had to write and tell you what has happened to me. Such a change in me has occurred, oh, so much to tell you I don’t know where to begin.

Remember the night you stayed down here when I first came down on freshers week. You remember we met a group of guys and they were all over us. Well we left them standing that night but after you’d gone home it all started. 

One of them turned out to be on my course, the first lecture we had he couldn’t keep his eyes of me. At first it just made me laugh inside but by the end of the lecture I was practically dripping wet, you know what I mean right! Oh my god I feel like such a slut telling you this.

Well at the end of the lecture he came up to me, stuttered a few words out, you know the way guys do when they’re about to ask you out or something. Well I was so horny that before he could get any words out I just placed my hand on his crotch and could feel is hard on. I don’t know what possessed me I’ve never done anything like it before but the feeling it gave me was just so intense.

Our eyes just locked for a second and I flashed him my real seductive smile, you know the one. Just holding his eyes in mine I pushed him back into a cleaning cupboard.

Closing the door behind us we were in complete darkness. I dropped to my knees, no talk, no touching just straight down to business. I know, so not like me but it felt great. 

Fumbling around I undid his belt and dropped his jeans pulling them to his ankles. I rubbed my hand up and down his cock a few times through his boxers before pulled them down too. I couldn’t see a thing but I could feel the heat from his cock on my face.


I put my hands up to it, my god, it felt huge and it was so hot. I tell you Sam there’s something about the dark I just love. After just rubbing it for a few seconds I sunk my mouth down onto it. I was sucking away massaging his balls between my fingers. 


Soon he started getting into the swing of things. He braced his hands against the back of the door and started thrusting into my mouth. I was so turned I thought, why the hell not, just go for it, so I just relaxed my mouth and let him do it. Can you believe it I just knelt there and let him thrust his cock down the back of my throat. 

Then when he came it was just like the best thing ever. I was holding his balls and I could feel as the cum started moving in them. Have you ever felt that, you should Sam it fantastic. 

I knew it was coming so I just relaxed and let him do it. He came so hard. He drove his cock right to the back of my throat and just unloaded. I didn’t even need to swallow it just went straight down.

I tell you Sam I’ve never felt like it before in my life, I felt kind of like I’d been used but still I loved it. I still knew I was in control I was the one that set the tone.

Anyway after he finished he pulled out and pulled his jeans up. He just said thanks and walked out the door leaving me knelt there on the floor. Do you know what I did then, I couldn’t help myself I was so hot. Sitting with my back against the door I took my jeans of and buried my fingers in myself. 

I tell you what, I bet everybody in the corridor heard it when I came.

I’ve seen him around a few times since then but we haven’t really spoken anyway I can’t wait for another opportunity to arise but I don’t want to come across as desperate or a slapper or anything. I’m just going to let him suffer, I’ve got a fantastic new outfit to wear to our next lecture, I can’t wait to sit there and watch him drool over me.

I tell you what Sam you’ve gotta come down here and visit again. I’ll let you know how things go on.

Yours

Jo

Dear Santa



Dear Santa,

I haven’t written to you in a while. Well, years actually. It’s not because I didn’t think about you but I thought you’d be busy with all the children in the world. As an adult, I didn’t want to bother you.... Oh and by the way, thank you for the doll when I was five. It was just what I wanted. 

Anyway, lately I’ve been feeling a little neglected. I know you’re busy and I know you probably don’t think adults need you as much, but, well, Santa, I do. For a long time now, there has been something that I really want. Something important enough that I’ve finally sat down and decided to write my Christmas letter to you. I hope you can get this. It’s not a doll. It’s not a bike. Nothing your elves can probably help you with. No, Santa, what I want is special. 

Here goes... Santa, I want a lover. A hot, fucking lover who will make love to me all night long, never get tired and be concerned about my pleasure first and his second. I know this is an unusual request, so I’m prepared to give you an example.

Santa, I want my lover to be tall. He doesn’t have to be NBA tall, just maybe an inch or so taller than me. Hair, well I’d prefer dark but I’m not picky. Short. His hair has to be short. His eyes... well, I’m partial to green eyes. He doesn’t have to be a bodybuilder but I don’t want some skin and bones thing that looks unhealthy. I want a man, not a boy. My lover has to be able to laugh and smile, but I may want him to be aggressive from time to time so let’s give him a temper. One I can handle with a smile. I don’t care what he does for a living. I want him in bed, not in a business suit.

My lover has to have stamina. That’s a definite requirement. My lover has to be able to undress me slowly. Gently unbuttoning my blouse and sliding his hands under to caress my skin. His hands can be a little rough, showing that he knows how to use them. As he slides my blouse off from behind me, he’ll nip my neck with his lips. Santa, listen carefully. This isn’t negotiable. My lover has to be able to kiss. He has to have the best mouth in the world and know how to use it, in more ways than one. That’s important, Santa. Very important.

Anyway.... as my lover stands behind me and slides my blouse off, he has to be able to love me with his eyes. Gently his hands will caress my shoulders as he slides my bra straps down over them. Slowly, he’ll unhook my bra, letting it fall to the floor at my feet. Since my lover is a little taller than me, he’ll be able to see over my shoulders, see my breasts from above. My lover will reach around my waist and raise his hands to cup my breasts, kneading them gently. As I lean back, my lover will hold me, loving me. His fingers will tease over my nipples, growing hard from his touch. He’ll make me moan as he squeezes them gently and then pulls a little roughly on the nubs. He’ll push my breasts together, rubbing them against one another and tenderly massage the firm mounds. My lover will make me moan.

Next, my lover will reach down and slowly unzip my skirt. It’ll slide to the floor as he pushes it down over my legs. As the skirt drops to the floor, so will he. From behind me, he’ll kiss the back of my thighs, gently, slowly. His tongue will make small circles over my skin. As he rises, he’ll kiss my bottom, a kiss on each side. His hands will never leave my body, caressing and skimming over me. Pulling me back against him, his hands will glide over my stomach, down towards my navel. His finger will dip in my bellybutton, making me giggle and wiggle against him. His hands will slide lower, down inside the front of my panties. I’ll take a quick breath as I feel my lover’s fingertips on me. 

Reaching up and behind me, I’ll wrap my arm around my lover’s neck as his hands move deeper down in my panties. My pussy is wet, waiting. Just as his fingers slip across my nether lips, his mouth will kiss my bare neck. I’ll shiver, goosebumps covering my body. With a gentleness, he’ll ease his finger inside my pussy lips, sliding slowly between my lips. In just an inch or so, then he’ll withdraw his finger, only to slide it in again. My lover will slowly finger me, making me writhe against him, rubbing my bottom over his body. He’ll still be fully clothed. My lover will bring his wet fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean next to my ear so I can hear him moan when he first tastes me.

Stepping around in front of me, my lover will hold my chin with his finger as his lips touch mine. His kiss will start slow, building to a steady burn. When he pushes his tongue between to my lips, I’ll moan into his mouth. His lips will smile against mine. When my lover pulls back from the kiss, he’ll kiss my neck, just under my ear. I love this spot, Santa. My lover has to know that. His lips will nip at my skin, sending shivers down my back. His mouth will move lower, his hands drifting upwards to cup my breasts again. Smiling at me wickedly, he’ll lower his head and lick my nipple. As the nub hardens from his attention, I’ll lean my head back, moaning. My lover will take my nipple in his mouth, closing his lips tight around it and suck. Oh Santa! The wicked pleasure this will cause me! 

As my lover’s mouth teases and torments my nipples, I’ll caress his hair with my fingers, stroking his head gently. His teeth will playfully bite at my nipples, pulling them into his mouth deeper, stretching me. When he’s done torturing my breasts, he’ll move down my body, kissing my stomach. You know what comes next, Santa, don’t you? As he moves lower, he’ll kneel in front of me. I’ll hold my breath as he slowly lowers my panties to the floor. Naked, I’ll stand in front of my lover, waiting.

Another important detail that can’t be overlooked, Santa.... my lover has to love to eat pussy. Again, this is not optional. My lover must want to devote himself to licking and sucking on my pussy. Staring intently at my naked pussy, my lover will slowly stroke a finger up my thigh towards my patch of soft curls. With anticipation, I’ll hold my breath, waiting for his touch. Smiling up at me, my lover will press the tip of his finger against the top of my slit and slowly slide his finger down, pushing between my lips. Oh Santa! This will be just the beginning of sheer heaven!

As my lover’s fingers slowly dip inside me, my eyes will close and I’ll moan. Looking down, I’ll watch my lover slide his finger deeper inside me, my tight pussy closing around him. Oh it will feel so good, Santa! My lover’s fingers will thrust in and out of my pussy slowly, so slowly. My wetness will coat his fingers, his hand. Moaning, I’ll grab hold of his shoulders, holding on tight. Just as his fingers are bringing me to an agonizing orgasm, my lover will lean forward and touch his firm lips to my wet pussy, kissing me gently. Merry fucking christmas, Santa! Opening my legs wider, my lover will slide his tongue up and down my wet lips, slipping inside me just enough to tease me. My pussy will tingle with excitement.

Grabbing harder onto his shoulders, I’ll hold on for dear life as my lover covers my pussy with his mouth, sucking all my sweet juices into his mouth. Oh Santa! This is what I want. A lover who will eat and lick and suck my pussy until I can’t stand up any more. My lover’s fingers will spread my pussy lips wide and then he’ll thrust his tongue inside, licking and fucking me with his mouth. Oh God! Oh Santa! My pussy will throb and beg for more. My lover will slide two fingers deep inside my pussy as his lips close around my ignored clit, sucking it into his mouth. My moaning will be loud, nearly screaming, as his tongue works back and forth across my hard little clit. My orgasm will shake me to the core. But, Santa, that’s not all I want. Are you ready for the rest?

Santa, after my lover savors my pussy with his mouth, it will be time to worship my body with his cock. My lover will stand and strip slowly from his clothes, letting me see his body. His cock will be hard and thick. I don’t need a long cock, Santa. Just one that’s hard and can last. My lover will stand, looking at me, as his hand slowly glides up and down his stiff member. I love to watch a man stroke his own cock. There’s something so wicked about it. 

My lover will lay me back on the bed, opening my legs wide. Standing between my legs, he will run his hand up and down his cock again, making himself hard and ready for me. Laying on the bed, my lover will slowly push the tip of his cock against my still throbbing pussy. Oh Santa! The feeling! As my lover pushes his cock inside me, stretching me, I’ll moan and arch up to meet him. My lover will fuck me slowly, pulling his cock all the way out and then thrusting back in. I’ll moan and buck under him. My lover will take my legs, holding them high, and fuck my pussy hard and slow. A quick orgasm will hit me, making me tighten around his buried cock. 

Do you know what I want next, Santa? I want my lover to pull out and flip me over onto all fours. I love this position, to be the bitch in heat I know I am. Grabbing my ass with his hands, my lover will thrust his hard, thick cock deep inside my pussy, fucking me hard. Reaching around me with one hand, my lover will cup my swinging breasts, stroking them as his cock strokes my tight pussy. Santa, it will feel so amazing. As he buries his cock deep inside my pussy, his fingers will pull on my nipple. I’ll push back against him, begging for him to fuck me harder and harder. My lover will pull his cock all the way out of my pussy, then dive right back in, drilling my hole hard. Bucking back against him, I’ll cum all over his cock, coating him with my cream.

My lover will pull out and I’ll turn over. Because I love to watch, my lover will kneel above me, stroking his swollen cock with his fingers. Telling him how much I want him, I’ll beg my lover to shoot his cum all over my body. My lover’s fingers will stroke his cock, pulling and pushing on the tip. With a grunt, my lover will moan and his cock will erupt, shooting his warm cum all over my breasts, my stomach, my pussy. Coated in his cream, I’ll rub it into my skin, loving the way it feels. My lover will collapse next to me, petting my soft, wet pussy with his fingers, promising to love me again later.

Santa, that’s what I really, really want for Christmas. A perfect lover. Someone who will fuck me into a coma. My body is alive just thinking about it. So, Santa, as I finish this letter, I’ll sign it in love.... and a little cum. Please come down my chimney soon, Santa.



Dear Santa



December 5th, 2004

Mr. Santa Claus
203 Frigid Way
North Pole, Artic
        69069

Re: I know what you did last Christmas

Dear Santa,

Yes, it’s that time of year again, peace and joy and all those toys, or whatever song and verse you are conning us with again this year.  Well Santa, I am writing to tell you that fun time is over.  You see, I have seen the “Babes in Toyland” and they are nothing like the movie, in fact, I’ve seen several of those “Babes” working the street corners on the chilly evenings here in Greenwich.

Hey, don’t you dare toss this letter in your disappointed kid stack, I’ve got the goods on you big man and it’s more than that nasty lap dance your press people squelched last Christmas.  Yeah I’m sure those strippers were giving you their wish lists, and what exactly were you giving them?

I enclose a copy of a videotape, of my undercover visit to your “workshop” just a couple of days ago and don’t waste your time tossing it in your fireplace because I have the original neatly tucked away.  The video, as you can plainly see, begins in the toy shop, your front for your sex toy operation.  Yes, I knew the password and your “helpers” paraded me past your incredible assortment of sex toys.  We briefly inspected your new releases and yes, I agree you should achieve a maximum market penetration with your “Reindeer” line of dildos.  Not one to peek beneath those critters, I would never have guessed that Rudolph was hung like a horse, and the flashing red tip was inspired, but I am appalled at the obscenities you are creating here.

My tour continued through an increasingly disgusting array of devices, mechanizations, crops and creams that had my assistant (carrying the concealed camera) nearly tearing out his pants with every step.  Don’t belittle these discoveries, I quickly learned another, and perhaps more fitting nickname for you.  Imagine my horror remembering my boyhood days and the hours I dreamed of Santa Claus, Chris Kringle, and now, The Lord of the Cock Ring!  Yes, your elves even demonstrated your assortment of rings, including one big enough to fit around my neck.

And, I guess I should have figured you would have a testing center.  Please excuse the video here, for some reason my assistant was doing something that caused the camera to bounce around.  Regardless of the bouncing, you can clearly see… see… elf sex!  Not one to peek under those elves, I would never have guessed they’d all be hung like… well you get my drift here.  Those lady elves surely seemed to enjoy themselves, between the those huge elf cocks, with vibrating cock rings and the Rudolph Special flashing dildo there were more stunning climaxes than at a Philharmonic Orchestra Concert.  I’ll never be able to sing Christmas carols again.

Yes, Santa or is it Lord?  You can clearly see by the video that you are up to your neck, and it isn’t snow… no, not this year.  And it doesn’t end here, your little sex shop would have been enough, but imagine my surprise meeting Mrs. Claus, or should I say Madame Claus.

That’s right, I found the real sweet spot in your organization.  I should have known that Rudolph’s flashing nose wasn’t the only red light here.  I can only imagine the fantasies that are indulged in here.  The elven women, why they are just the perfect height for… for… well let’s just say Sears no longer has the best snow blowers around.

Just to get a better look at the operation, I pretended to solicit one of the elves, for the video, mind you.  You can clearly see the money being exchanged and the acts described in great detail by the tiny woman.  Unfortunately, the room got too dark, so you couldn’t see me talk, just talk mind you, to the woman in the video.  I can tell you with pride that I think I have convinced her to give up her wanton ways.

Just ignore that white stain on her dress, because I can tell you unequivocally, “I did not have sex with that woman!”  I merely talked to her.  Anyway, the important thing is that I now have the evidence to blow your operation wide open and I am prepared to distribute copies of the video to the right people unless you grant my Christmas wish.

You see Santa, now that I’m out of the spotlight, I miss the action, so I’d be happy to turn over all my evidence if you could just lend me one of your inter… ah I mean “helpers”.  I imagine one of them would fit under my desk without even having to kneel down.  If you could grant me that one wish, all your problems will go away.  Let me know Santa.

Sincerely,

W.


PS.  Could you send one of those Rudolph dildos to H., anything to get that woman off my ass.



Dear Santa



This is a humorous take on Santa, please laugh and remember to vote.

Dear Santa, 

Last year you screwed me! I am not some cheap little whore. I maybe a blonde bombshell that stands taller than you, but I have a mind and free will. I could have been a model if I wanted to. I could have been anything I wanted to be, if I set my mind to it. Just because I work in the Adult Film Industry does not mean I am bad. Yeah, so what if I have been around the block a few times, that does not mean I am easy, just experienced, and damn good. Maybe you still need a little help in remembering me.  

I gave you a blow job to remember and I received nothing in return. This year I expect a little more for my troubles. As far as the presents under the tree, well...the vibrator was good, once I bought the batteries. I used it a few times, but truthfully it was too large and sucked a brand new battery dead in ten minutes, pretty sad when someone as experienced as I am finds something too large. I think I need to remind you of what I did for you last year.

You were standing in front of the Christmas Tree and I stopped my little Chihuahuas from ripping your pants off. You seemed thankful at the time. Before I knew what was happening your small, stinky cock was pressed hard into my face. If I remember you said, "Suck it bitch, or I will take your presents with me." I agreed, not for the presents, but for something to brag about later. Well I put that nasty little nub in my mouth. I sucked with so much force I think the neighbors heard you scream.

I licked you up and down; I made you scream my name. That little head of yours, I licked my tongue around it for five minutes straight. That short shaft of yours, do you remember what I did? I sucked the vein from bottom to top. I think your exact words were, "Damn, bitch. You're a great cock-sucking little whore. I'll be back here next year" 

When I finally got to licking your balls, your fat ass was sitting on my couch. You could not stand no more. I knelt down in front of you and licked at your balls like I had a snake's tongue. Those quick little flicks nearly sent you over the edge. So, being the dear that I am, I slowed up so you could enjoy yourself a little more. I sucked that little nub of yours back into my mouth. I took all of you and it still did not even come close to my throat. You grabbed my long blonde hair and fucked my face hard and fast. When you finally came, the liquid was watery and tasted like salty cookies. It was nasty. Do you remember me, now?

If you want any satisfaction this year, this is what I want. I want you to spread my legs, wide. Take that long tongue of yours—I think I know where your length went—and lick me till I scream. I think you at least owe me that much. I want you to lick me hard, and then plunge your tongue deep into me. I want you to suck my clit, and finger fuck my pussy. If you can make me have a real orgasm, I'll suck your little cock, again. 

As far as presents: I have what I need. Thanks any ways.

Needing You,

Your Cock Sucking Little Whore

Otherwise known as Monica

*

Dear Cock Sucking Little Whore, 

I remember you from last year. I might find the time to offer you pleasure, but first, let's get few things straight. My 'little nub' as you called it. Well, I did not want to scare you, so I used my will power to keep it soft. I can do that, I am Santa. As far as the vibrator is concerned; well let's just say, it was for practice. I am truly sorry to hear that it hurt. 

To let you in a little secret, you were not the only woman that sucked my cock on Christmas Eve. In fact without sounding boastful, I think the number is around 100 or so. As far as the five minutes you claimed to lick my head, well time stands still. This year you are going to get a mouthful of Santa. In fact, I am going to fuck your face till your throat is raw.

Another thing, if you do not lock those little rotten dogs up, I am not even going to stop. Trust me; I have had my eye on you for sometime. Now that you are a mature woman, I am going to give you a Christmas Eve to remember. One final thought, only wear a robe on Christmas Eve. 

Waiting to See You, 

Santa 

*

Christmas Eve

Santa's Cock Sucking Little Whore was dressed in only her black satin robe; sitting on the couch waiting for Santa. At about ten minutes of twelve Santa appeared by the Christmas Tree. Santa looked at his vixen on the couch. Releasing a sigh of approval he undid his large gold belt as he walked towards the couch. 

His red velvet pants had gathered at the top of his boots by the time he had reached the couch. "Now, for your Christmas Surprise." He pulled down his red boxers revealing an above average long and hard cock. Gone was the little nub from last year. She was on the couch staring in awe at Santa's rock-hard cock. She licked her lips and looked up at him with lust in her eyes. "Suck my cock!" She nodded in agreement as the large cock was forced through her lips. 

Santa grabbed her hair, pulling his cock from her mouth. "Lick it, just like a lollipop." She licked with quick little flicks up and down and all around his cock. She moaned in agreement with the new and improved taste. He grabbed her hair again; she opened her mouth wide, as his cock glided into her mouth. She sucked her cheeks in, giving Santa's cock a tight wet sensation. She relaxed her throat muscles letting his mushroom shaped head glide into her throat. He could feel the muscles contracting around his head. She gripped his ass cheeks with her long fingernails; she pushed him farther into her mouth. He grunted and groaned as he rammed his cock in to her mouth fast and hard. 

A loud, "Yeah Baby. That's it, suck Santa's cock," screeched from his mouth, as his better-tasting thick white cum trickled from the corners of her mouth. It still tasted like salty cookies, but sweeter.

He pulled himself from her mouth, still rock-hard. He knelt down in front of her. He ran his hands up her thighs, spreading her farther apart. He licked her opening, then in a quick motion, he pushed his tongue deep in to her. She reached for his hair, but all she could grasp was the Santa Hat. His forefinger was circling and rubbing her clit. She started to push her hips up to meet his mouth. The fireworks within her where starting to go off, she could feel the spasms starting, then he pulled away from her.

He knelt down on top of her; his cock was feeling the warmth of her pussy. His hands were holding her hands down on the couch above her head. With a grunt he thrusted himself deep into her, she felt his head ram up inside of her. The sensation was mind blowing, he filled her and she wanted more. He rammed in and out of her several times. With each down thrust his pelvis rubbed up against her clit. The feeling was so intense. She cried out in pleasure. 

"Yeah, you like Santa's huge cock? I am going to fuck you hard." 

"Oh, God! Santa this is incredible," she screamed as an orgasm flooded her body. 

Santa gave a few final thrusts as he released into her. His cum was being squeezed out as he continued to fuck her pussy. She finally got her breath back enough to say, "No more...Please...I have had...enough."

"Good. I will leave your presents under the tree. And I will see you next year," he said, as he disappeared. 

She fell asleep on the couch. The next morning when she awoke, she saw the five large presents and one small one. The small one caught her eye. It was wrapped in gold metallic wrapping paper. The present was about the size of a bracelet box. She carefully opened it. As she opened the lid there was a note folded up. The note read:

I need a Mrs. Claus. My Mrs. Claus recently left me. I thoroughly enjoyed last night. I would appreciate it if you would join me at my residence tonight for dinner. If you accept, in the blue and silver wrapped box is a bell. Ring it three times and you will be picked up. 

Wanting You to Be Mine,

Santa

Author's final note: This is Humorous, not a romance or anything else. I hope I made you laugh. Please, take the time to vote.



Dear Santa



Dear Santa

Do you remember the days of writing letters to Santa a kid? I thought I might write one to the jolly old elf from an adult's point of view.

Dear Santa

I know you get letters from kids all the time so I thought I would write you with the list of things I would like to see under my tree for my wife and I. Living way up north trying to keep all those elves in check must become tiresome. I have a feeling you are a kinky fellow and you and Mrs. Claus get it on pretty good so I think you will like my wish list.

It starts off with the regular things of course peace on earth and goodwill towards men. Now that bit is over let's get to the good stuff shall we?

I know I might sound a little greedy but a winning lottery ticket would be grand if left under my tree. Anything in the millions would be a bonus. See if you could bless me with this gift then I wouldn't have to ask you for the new Jag or Hummer. Diamonds for the wife wouldn't be necessary as we could buy them ourselves with our winnings.

I would love to have you put the naughtiest of movies in my stocking, one that you feel will get the wife and I hotter than any chimney you have ever had to climb down. Something with a lot of action would be great, gangbangs, water sports, anal, toys, double penetration, oral, facials, spankings, lesbian scenes and orgies would be great, we love it all!

Being that it is Christmas some nice mint or cinnamon flavored lube would be another great stocking stuffer. I like nothing better than to lick off a tasty treat from my woman's tasty pussy. And I have to tell you Santa she has the tastiest cunt you have ever had. Maybe if you are lucky when you stop by I will get her to give you a taste. Just think of how much more enjoyable the rest of your trip would be if you could smell my wife's sweet pussy juices in your beard.

Next on my list is the thickest longest candy cane you have. I don't want to eat the thing but if it is a good size I could use it on my wife. I would take that sticky stick and slide it deep into her hot cunt. And when the heat of her snatch has worn it down to a manageable size I will place it right up her ass. Oh I can't wait to lick her tight ass and taste the remnants of mint.

My wife is nudging me hear she wants me to ask you for a strap-on dildo so she can do my virgin ass. I get to fuck hers all the time and she thinks it is time I let her return the favor even though I am a little reluctant on that one.

We could use some bondage gear. My wife loves to be tied up and taken advantage of. Heck maybe if you stick around for an extra hour we could tie her up and you could give her some of your mint stick. Bet that would be a nice change for ya eh Santa? 

I would like for you to leave my wife some nice sexy outfits that would be worthy of the slut she can be in the bedroom. Maybe a pair of knee high hooker boots with matching skirt. I would love to have her wear those boots while I push her knees against her chest and fuck her for all I am worth. Perhaps I nice pair of sexy panties with access holes to allow her to have me fuck both her tight hot holes without taking them off.

I am thanking you in advance Santa for taking the time reading my letter. I hope you get a kick out of it and if you are anything like I imagine your velvet red pants are tenting already thinking about all the fun the wife and I are going to have with the gifts. I bet you go into your kitchen and sneak up behind the Mrs. right now and drive your candy cane deep into her hot box while she bakes cookies. 

I may be an adult but I still believe in you Saint Nick I hope you have a safe journey as you cross the earth this year and I will have a beer waiting for you when you reach my place. I have a feeling you are sick of milk and cookies.

Merry Christmas

The Johnsons 



Dear Santa



Dear Santa, she read, I want an X-Box and a pink DS and some games, especially Nintendogs, and my brother wants a Transformer...

The list went on and on, written in her daughter's childish scribble. Even though she was smiling she felt her eyes filling with tears and blinked exaggeratedly - rubbing at them with the heels of her palms. Things had just been so hard since the divorce, and this Christmas seemed likely to be no different. If only the useless prick would pay his maintenance on time for once.

Laughing now, she folded the notes carefully, placing them on the kitchen worktop, ready for 'posting'. Perhaps she could try writing to Santa. Mind you, she thought, I don't think he'd be able to cope with my list. For some reason that seemed really funny.

Three hours later, curled on the sofa with her two children asleep upstairs, halfway through some drivel starring Angelina Jolie and a decent bottle of Chardonnay, the idea seemed to take on a compelling merit. What harm could it do?

Laughing softly to herself, feeling more than a little fuzzy with the wine, she took up the pad and pen Isabelle, her daughter, had been using. Okay, what did she want?

Dear Santa, for Christmas this year I would like...

She felt silly. What did she actually want? She chewed the end of the pen absent-mindedly.

I would like to meet a man.

Okay...good start. Definitely a man, a nice man. Somehow that idea left her disappointed. She sipped her wine. No, not a nice man. She giggled. No, not a nice man, at all.

I would like to meet a dangerous, sexy man.

Yes, that was more like it. What else...

I would like to meet a dangerous, sexy man who fancies me...

No, not fancies, too weak. Somehow this note seemed to be taking on something of a life of its own, a strange intensity hovering over her words. She gulped her wine, filling her glass mechanically.

I would like to meet a dangerous, sexy man. Someone who desires me, who wants me, who'll treat me right, who will love me and isn't afraid to take the initiative.

Unlike that useless prick of an ex-husband, she thought. No, no - her thoughts turned more sexual - I know...

I would like to meet a dangerous, sexy man. Someone who desires me, who wants me, who'll treat me right, who will love me and make love to me. Someone who knows what I want and is willing to be sexually dominant. And who will make my sex life more interesting.

She read the note through. No, not 'more interesting', she thought, crossing it out. She chewed the end of the pen reflexively. I know, she thought. Quickly she scribbled 'edgy and exciting' in its place. Well, hey, to be honest any sex life at all would be nice. She looked at the note once again. Hmm, pretty good, she thought. Then, for good measure she added:

And I want my ex-husband to be humiliated. Publicly.

Laughing, without really thinking, she added the note to the posting pile in the kitchen. 

Dear Santa

I would like to meet a dangerous, sexy man. Someone who desires me, who wants me, who'll treat me right, who will love me and make love to me. Someone who knows what I want and is willing to be sexually dominant. And who will make my sex life edgy and exciting.

And I want my ex-husband to be humiliated. Publicly.

Ha. Fat chance. That selection will screw Santa up, she thought.

It was only after packing her kids off to school the next morning that she realised that her note was in with the kids'. By then, though, she was already late for work. Shit, she thought. Well, they probably wouldn't read all the kids' notes anyway...although she felt her conclusion was touched with a little hysteria.

******

There could be few things, she thought, as humiliating, as guaranteed to destroy your self-confidence, as working for your ex-husband. In her case, the fact that he had left her to run off with Miss Tits and Curls, his secretary, was a real double whammy. 

It was with little enthusiasm, then, that she received her summons to a meeting with him at eleven o'clock that morning. Normally, working in Media Relations, her meetings with him were restricted to the daily nine-thirty group management meeting, a largely pointless affair from her point of view, and the occasional departmental strategy meeting. Special meetings like this were unusual and, she felt, only gave The Prick an opportunity to humiliate her in some subtle or novel way.

With growing trepidation she ran the gauntlet of Miss Tits and Curls, waiting awkwardly in the foyer as the little tramp fiddled with papers and smirked at her when she thought her attention was elsewhere. Fucking airhead. Eventually, just long enough for her to understand her subordinate position, she was called into his frosted glass palace. 

The Prick was sat behind his hideously expensive, impossibly elegant ebony desk. Charcoal grey suit with matching tie, white shirt open at the neck. Blond hair expensively coiffured above his slick perma-tan. Body toned by squash and 'rackets': all courtesy of Achilles Corporation. Behind him, over his shoulder, the view of the city through his picture window was breathtaking: the sun reflecting silver from canyons of glass and steel, stretching away out of sight. The kind of view, she thought, that only angels should have. Again: courtesy of Achilles Corp.

"Hi, John," she said, unconsciously straightening the cream skirt of last season's Dior business suit. "You wanted to see me?"

"Kate, yes, come in," he pointed to the matched black leather sofas in front of his desk. "Have a seat."

In the sofa on the left she recognised Mr Saldana, executive director of the hi-tech wing of Achilles Corp - The Prick's boss - so she sat right, crossing her legs with a sigh of nylon. Saldana smiled at her, but it was The Prick that spoke, steepling his fingers before him.

"Kate," he said. "Mr Saldana and I were discussing recent coverage of the company in the professional media, it hasn't been positive. That's your area, right?"

"Uh...yes, part of it anyway," she said. What professional media? She wanted to ask.

"Bottom line, Kate, where are we going wrong?" Saldana asked.

She looked at him again. Expensive black Italian suit, Gucci loafers, diamond ring the size of an aspirin, silver tiepin in the shape of a fir tree. Short, blocky - not fat, squat - early fifties, sandy, reddish hair cropped short, the hint of a beard. Hard grey eyes. Not someone you'd want to upset. 

"Okay," she started, launching into a reasonably well-informed breakdown of Achilles' hi-tech division's performance problems.

After that it was fairly easy, a quick strategy drawn up for a renewed assault on some professional publications, a few ideas bounced around, and either adopted or rejected, and the meeting wound itself up. She sighed with relief, gathering her papers and standing to leave.

"Oh, Kate," The Prick said. "You're still single aren't you?"

Here it was then. "Uh...yes, John." What the fuck has it got to do with you?

"Good," he said. "Mr Saldana has a friend staying with us for a while, he needs a date for the Christmas party...I think she'll do, won't she, sir?" Prick.

Saldana looked her up and down like she was a heifer for sale at market. For a moment he pursed his lips, thinking. Horribly, she fought the urge to turn around and let them assess her ass, her heart sinking both at the thought of being seen as a commodity and failing to reach a high enough standard for sale. Pair of fucking pricks, she thought, almost in tears at the humiliation.

"Yes, yes of course," Saldana said at last, "Kate, that would be very kind of you."

Not trusting herself to speak, she nodded, a smile plastered to her face.

"Oh, Kate, this man is a VERY special friend of Mr Saldana's. Wear something current, eh?"

Fucking bastard!

"Yes. He is rather special...to the company, as well," Saldana said. Did he fucking wink at her? "I'd appreciate you taking good care of him. His name's Carl Marshall."

"Okay, Mr Saldana," she said, teeth gritted. "Where does he work?"

"Competitive Response Solutions," Saldana said. She could tell from The Prick's confused look that he'd never heard of it either. "But he's staying at a hotel locally for a week or so, so he'll meet you at the party. I'm sure John can arrange the details."

I'm sure he can, she thought.

"Thanks Kate." Dismissed!

She practically ran back to her office, ignoring the smirking look on the face of Miss Tits and Curls. She wanted to scream. Pair of fucking pricks...how could they do that to her? Like she was some piece of meat? And worse, she now had to babysit some fifty year old prick from Saldana's stable of buddies...and what the fuck was all that about 'VERY special friend'? What was she now? Corporate hooker?

Her secretary, Alice, saw the look on her face when she returned and was on hand with tissues and coffee for the post meeting breakdown. It was becoming a depressing regularity between the two of them. Still, at least they weren't fucking, eh?

******

She had organised babysitting for the night of the party, the kids staying at her mother's for the night. So, unusually, she had the house to herself. She hated herself for it, but, obedient to The Prick's instructions, she had bought herself a complete new outfit for the occasion. If she was to be a whore for them, best she make the most of it.

Taking her time, she enjoyed the privacy of her own house. Soaking in the longest, most luxuriant bath she'd had since The Prick left her - floating in the hot, scented water for what felt like hours. Pure heaven. She almost managed to forget the chore ahead of her.

Later, she stood in front of her dressing room mirror. At twenty-nine she was proud of her body. She'd had two kids but her belly remained flat, a small curve above her neat pussy the only indication. Her skin was unmarked, an even light honey shade. Her tits remained firm, a little softer, maybe, but the nipples still pink and upturned. And her legs were good: long, shapely, smooth. Not bad. 

She took her time drying her hair, styled it to fall on to her shoulders in soft waves. It was somewhere between dark blond and light brown in colour and, against it, her eyes were a strong shade of blue. Her face was angular - perhaps a little wide at the mouth, but she had good cheekbones and nice full lips. Pretty good. Good enough, surely.

She stared hard at herself: so why wasn't she happy? 

She pawed at her eyes. Keep it together, girl. 

"I hope they're not expecting me to fuck this old bastard," she said to herself in the mirror, laughing a little too loudly and afraid that this was exactly what they were expecting. 

Finally, like a knight preparing for battle, she dressed. Stockings, garter, panties, bra - all black, majoring on lace. Channel dress: figure hugging, elegant - expensive and knowing it. Channel bag, Gucci shoes. Red lipstick, dark eye shadow.

Finally, she was ready.

Lock and load, girl.

******

When you're single there are only two times to arrive at a party, she reflected: too early and too late. Having booked a taxi, she chose 'too early'. By the time they cleared the city traffic she arrived 'too late'. The Prick was waiting for her in the foyer of the building, all dressed up in his penguin suit.

"Kate, you're late," he said, barely giving her time to check her coat before he was ushering her toward the lift. "This Carl guy is upstairs. For fuck's sake treat him right, I don't want Saldana on my ass, okay?"

"Sure, I'll try my best, okay?" Hi, I'm Kate...fly me, she thought bitterly.

"Yeah. Just don't screw up." Prick.

On the executive floor the party was in full swing, the lighting dimmed, music filling the function room. She nodded to a handful of people she recognised, clocking a couple of admiring glances from her male colleagues that provided just the right fillip to The Prick's annoyance.

"He's in with Saldana..." he led her to the office suite at the front of the building, fussing like a designer label mother hen.

The door opened onto the sound of laughter. Inside a handful of people were scattered about the office space, now expensively decorated in Christmas fashion, sat on sofas or chatting around a large Christmas tree near the window. As soon as she entered, Saldana was rising to his feet, arm out for introductions.

"Ah, Kate, so glad you could join us at last," he said, subtle overemphasis on 'at last'. "This is Carl..."

Some men train to become hard, she thought, punishing their wage-slave bodies in the gym or on the court. Some men are just hard men. Carl Marshall was a hard man. He emerged from the shadow behind Saldana and Kate felt her heart lurch, all her misconceptions blown away in a single moment.

Straight away it was obvious he was no office clerk, no corporate climber in the mould of The Prick. Whatever Competitive Response Solutions did, they needed staff with a predatory instinct. His movements were feline, naturally graceful in a way that couldn't be faked or emulated. He stood about six-two, she reckoned, a head taller than her. About thirty-two years old. Slim at the waist, broad at the shoulder. Athletic build, not a steroid monkey. 

"Hi. Carl. Carl Marshall," he said. His voice was interesting. Educated, English, with a subtle trace of something more exotic, French perhaps.

His hair was black, cut short in an elegant fashion, not cropped. Darkly tanned, perhaps indicating some mixed heritage, although there was nothing apparent in his handsome, angular face. A hint of stubble, no more. 

"Kate. Kate Morgan," she said, a genuine smile finding its way out. Morgan was her maiden name.

His eyes were pale blue, stunning against his dark skin. Very sexy.

"Nice to meet you, Kate," he said, holding on to her offered hand longer than form would dictate. "Can I get you something to drink?"

He wore his dress shirt with onyx studs. Freestyle bow tie, expensive looking single-breasted jacket, no obvious label. Nice.

"Yes, please," she found herself hoping he would keep her hand a little longer. "White wine, please. Dry."

"Of course," his eyes flicked towards The Prick and Kate thought the room suddenly seemed dimmer than before. "John, can you get Kate a dry white wine? I'll have a mineral water. Thanks."

He had turned away before The Prick had a chance to react, moving to include Kate in his conversation with Saldana and Miss Tits and Curls. Kate almost laughed; it was so delicious.

"So, Kate. What is it you do?" He asked, manoeuvring her away from the main group once her wine had been dutifully, if a little inelegantly, delivered.

"Media relations. You don't drink?" She said, pointing at his mineral water.

"Driving. I don't see a wedding ring," he said. She noticed that he had a small white scar on his right cheek, it gave him a roguish, somewhat rugged look.

"My, you don't hang about do you?"

He laughed. Even his laugh was sexy, for God's sake.

"Am I going too fast for you, Kate?"

She shook her head, suddenly aware of how close he was, leaning towards her.

"I'm divorced."

"Silly man...letting you get away like that." Kate found herself smiling with him.

Whatever else he was, Carl Marshall was good company. She found herself talking easily with him, taking up the narrative of her life with a readiness and an enthusiasm she hadn't felt in a long time: alternately flattered and charmed by the rapt attention from this handsome, sexy man. Behind and around them she felt, rather than saw, the envious looks her corporate colleagues cast her way. The women anyway. 

Finally the conversation dried to a trickle, the pair of them sitting on a leather sofa in the shadows of one of the larger offices, several small knots of partygoers sharing the room with them. Carl allowed the silence to build, leaning on his elbow on the back of the sofa, his eyes meeting hers boldly, waiting.

Kate realised that they had reached that time in the 'relationship'. Either the boundary was crossed and the relationship became physical, or it wasn't and they would be 'friends'. Anxiously, she waited, her mouth dry, watching him, trying to read his face. She licked her lips, tasting her bright red lipstick, crossed her legs, leaning towards him. What did he want, a fucking signpost?

Finally, he smiled a slow, feral smile - the kind she imagined a cat would smile on seeing a mouse. Her heart skipped a beat. 

The smile gave it away. She knew now that he was playing with her. That he had been playing with her all evening, just like a cat tormenting a mouse. He had read her like a book: knew what she wanted, how she felt. There was never any chance that they would be just 'friends'. He was a fucking predator, she was just prey. He was going to fuck her, she knew now. He was going to fuck her in this building, tonight. 

Oh my God, she thought, shivering with excitement.

And there, right there, he read her realisation: there in her suddenly wide eyes; her shocked, anticipatory gaze; her position on the couch - poised, waiting, willing. Languidly, with terrifying self-assurance, he reached over, sliding his hand into her hair, gripping the back of her neck. 

She whimpered slightly then, allowing herself to be pulled toward him - lifting herself - straddling his waist in her short, tight dress - the fabric riding up to expose her creamy thighs above her stocking tops.

The Prick chose that moment to reappear, standing, speechless at the side of the couch. His mouth open, eyes blinking foolishly.

"Kate...uh," he started.

Carl paused, his slightly open mouth partway to hers. Mesmerized, paralyzed, a rabbit before a snake, Kate sat straddling his waist: utterly unable to answer, utterly unwilling to answer. 

Carl's eyes flicked sideways. "Go away, John," his tone patronising, commanding, entirely confident.

His mouth closed over hers, his tongue forcing her mouth open, diving wildly into it. Again she whimpered slightly, then threw herself into the kiss - passionate, hungry - her tongue dancing, her jaw working against his, lips grinding, utterly oblivious to anyone or anything about her.

His hands took possession of her body - sliding over her hips to cup her ass, gripping her, fondling her, caressing her skin. She felt him pulling her dress up, exposing her panties, her garter, stroking her ass through the lace. Moments later his hands had slipped inside - his hard, warm skin sliding over the smooth flesh of her ass, his fingers stroking the moist flesh between.

Oh, my God, she thought, he's going to fuck me here, in front of everyone.

If he had, she knew she wouldn't have stopped him. 

Finally, he pulled his head back, breaking the kiss. Flushed and breathless, her chest panting, she knelt above him - an expectant look on her face. 

"Come on," he said, his voice hoarse.

Leading her by the hand he pushed through the open-mouthed crowd watching in the office, pulling her subserviently after him. 

"In here," he said, pushing her into The Prick's empty office. 

With wide-eyed horror she watched as, without pause or regard, he swept his arm across The Prick's fine desk, sending the contents spinning onto the floor with a jarring clanging, crunching sound. It was like an elemental force had been unleashed in Achilles Corp, she thought, something with no interest or regard for the normal rules that governed the corporate cesspool. Like a Greek fucking God, she thought.

Dinner jacket discarded, his strong hands were on her hips, lifting her onto the cleared desk - his tongue deep in her mouth, her dress ruched up about her waist.

"Is the door locked?" Her voice almost breathless, a hoarse whisper, her lips crushed to his neck.

"Fuck the door," he growled.

All of a sudden she found she was lying on her back on the desk, his hands gripping her panties - ripping them off her, yanking them from her long legs.




Dear Santa



"Oh, fuck..." she whispered.

Then his mouth was between her thighs, his tongue plunging ferociously into her dripping cunt, driving into her hungrily, hands gripping her thighs tightly, her legs dangling over his shoulders where he knelt before her.

"Oh, God...oh, fucking Jesus Christ..."

Her hands were in his hair, clutching him, pulling him furiously into her - her hips bucking against him - all the time his tongue driving into her, slurping her juices from her cunt noisily, wantonly. She could smell the musky scent of her own arousal.

She felt him switch his attention to her sensitive clit, his tongue wetly gliding the length of her labia, the tip of his tongue teasing under her hood, flicking over her exposed clit. Mewling pitifully her body bucked helplessly in time with his tongue strokes. 

"Oh, sweet fuck, oh...oh...oh...oh..."

Top of his tongue: lapping her clit, flicking it, pressing it...

"Oh, fuck...please...please..." whimpering, moaning.

Tip of his tongue: delicate, hard, tickling around her sensitive flesh, flicking over her...

"Oh, sweet fuck...oh, sweet fuck..." louder now, torn from her.

Now all of his tongue: working her cunt, licking hotly through her flesh as if it was an ice cream - plunging wetly into her, dancing inside her moist flesh, her hips jumping. 

"Oh my God..." 

She felt her climax building, unstoppable, overwhelming: a wave towering above her.

"Oh, sweet fuck, I'm cumming...I'm cumming...fuck...oh, sweet fuck!" 

Shouting now, turning to a hoarse, throaty scream: her climax ripping through her, juices gushing from her cunt, her body shaking helplessly, thighs spasming, clutching madly at his head, pulling his hair with all her strength. 

And all she could think was: "Oh my God, he hasn't finished with me yet."

For a while he held her - his tongue gently lapping up her juices - allowing the spasms of her orgasm to pass, her flesh to de-sensitize. Then he was on his feet - untying his bow tie, loosening his collar.

"Take off your dress." No arguments.

She hurried to comply: sitting up, struggling to unzip it, then letting it drop to the ground - pooling about her feet.

"Stand up, turn around." Oh fuck.

She felt his presence, saw him approach her from behind in the reflection from the window. Feline, assured, overwhelmingly confident. She stood still, shivering slightly as his hands brushed over skin - stroking her gently - all the while her anticipation growing, her stomach fluttering nervously. 

In the window she watched his lips brushing the nape of her neck, his hands on her naked hips. She realised he was watching her in the window from over her shoulder, meeting her eyes. 

Slowly, eyes probing her face for her reaction he took her wrists, pulling them gently behind her back. Then - seeing her mouth open in a silent gasp, seeing her nervous excitement - reading silent permission in her eyes, he tied them firmly in place, his bow-tie wrapped tightly about her skin. She swallowed, her groin spasming with nascent lust once again.

Dear God, what's he going to do to me?

Gently she felt pressure on her shoulder - turning her about - then he was kissing her once again, the taste of her cunt strong and musky in his mouth. She kissed him willingly, the absence of her hands adding a new dimension, forcing her to lean against him to get the contact she sought, her lust flooding liquidly through her.

With gentle pressure he pushed her to her knees before him, making himself comfortable on the edge of the desk, opening his trousers. He was wearing no underwear, his cock springing out massively erect to hover before her mouth.

Oh, my God.

Swallowing nervously, she took it into her mouth, stretching her lips over it and engulfing the head in her warmth, her eyes looking helplessly up at him from under her brows. He groaned pleasurably, his eyes never leaving hers. Encouraged, she slowly took more of his length, forcing her head down on him, gradually engulfing more and more. Like a snake swallowing an egg, she thought hilariously.

Eventually she felt his cock hit the back of her mouth, her tongue licking brazenly along his length. Slowly, very slowly she withdrew - repeating the cycle - her wanton tongue licking, circling the sensitive flesh at the tip: slurping him, sucking him. She heard him moan and felt his hands twisting in her hair.

Behind her, the door opened and she knew without looking that The Prick was stood there, Miss Tits and Curls clutched in his hand. She took in the scene of devastation that was his office, thought of the sight of her, kneeling semi-naked on the floor before him, her wrists tied behind her back with her lover's bow tie, his cock buried in her mouth and all she could think was: Fuck off you prick, I'm fucking busy.

Carl didn't speak, but she felt him glare across the top of her head, felt the savage intensity of his gaze and knew that The Prick quailed before it, scuttling out of the door, leaving it ajar behind him. She didn't care.

Carl's hands gripped her head, a new intensity awakened by his Neanderthal reaction entering his body. This time as she withdrew she felt his hands allowing her to withdraw, knew what would happen next. As she plunged back down his hands gradually increased the pressure, driving her helplessly onto his erection, making her gag, her throat spasming, trying to swallow the obstruction. She heard him moan loudly, her throat choking.

He pulled her up, allowed her to breathe, then she was forced back onto his cock - retching, gagging, body jerking involuntarily - then off - gasping desperately for breath - down again, faster this time, building a rhythm.

Oh fuck.

Her body quickly accommodated, her throat gradually relaxing its response, the gagging less pronounced. Above her, she heard him groaning, his breath coming in shuddering gasps. Desperately she pushed her head down on his cock, wanting to please him, wanting to taste in her mouth, willing him to guide her. 

"Oh, fuck...I'm going to cum...oh, fucking...yes..." whispering, a hoarse moan.

She felt his climax build as a physical thing, his balls spasming against her chin, his cock jerking quickly in her mouth. She raised her eyes - saw his snap open - and in the second that their eyes met he came in her mouth, jetting thick ribbons of semen into her throat.

Oh, shit.

Frantically she swallowed, forcing her head down into his cock, salty liquid filling her mouth, running down her throat, dribbling over her chin. She gagged, coughing, pulling off his cock, semen still shooting over her face, her neck, her hair. She coughed, laughing gently as his spasms passed.

"Oh, Kate, that was...fuck," Carl whispered, his hands holding her head, suddenly gentle.

He dropped to his knees in front of her, pulling her bound body to him, kissing her wetly through the juices running out of her mouth, trickling down her chin, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth with undiminished hunger while his body recovered.

When he stood, he took her with him - his hands sliding beneath her arms with phenomenal strength - lifting her, carrying her helpless to the sofa. He threw her back onto the soft leather, trapping her wrists beneath her.

She watched him strip, discarding his clothes with a feline, erotic, grace. His body was magnificent: chest smooth, hairless, evenly tanned, every muscle of his torso etched softly into his skin; legs sculpted in long planes of muscle. Achilles made flesh, she thought.

Then he approached, a raw intensity burning in his eyes. She felt her body shiver, her cunt burning with sudden desire -- brazenly opened her legs, pulling her stockinged knees up wantonly.

For just a moment he stood over her: predatory, dominant, powerful. She heard herself whimper - prey reflex. Then he was on her, twisting her around to face him, pushing her legs up onto his shoulders, his cock hovering for just a second over the entrance to her dripping cunt.

"Yes..." she breathed.

His cock plunged into her, driving down in one long, sudden movement. She gasped, pleasure spiking through her, dancing over her skin, her nerves jangling, her body arching, pressing against him. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" The sound ripped from her in one long, shuddering moan.

He didn't make love to her. He fucked her. Hard, passionate, hungry. His cock driving into her, her need mirroring his, her body shaking, shuddering -- all conscious thought gone, lost entirely in the heat, the intensity of that moment, as if she'd been living her whole life for just this one instant.

It went on and on, her legs hooked over his back, pulling him into her; his cock deep, deep inside her - her every secret sensitive spot sending wave after wave of pleasure thrilling through her body -- hearing herself screaming, moaning, gasping somewhere in the distance.

"Jesus...Fuck...Christ...ahhh...ahhh...ahhh..."

Shuddering, gasping, moaning in time with his strokes, her hands clasping and unclasping uselessly beneath her, trying to push her body up into him.

"Oh...fuck me...fuck me...fuck..."

Faster, faster...shouting now, her voice hoarse, earthy, her arousal echoing around the office...

"Fuck...oh...shit...ah...fuck me...fuck me!" Screaming, yelling, any reserve gone - her body twisting...near, so fucking close...oh, fuck!

"Oh, sweet fuck!"

Her climax ripped through her, blasting through her body like a tsunami - carrying everything before it. Every muscle in her body screamed, convulsing her in overwhelming sensation -- alive, she felt fucking alive! 

Dimly she realised that she was crying and laughing - spasms of pleasure like waves breaking over her -- passion receding gently, slowly allowing her body to relax.

"Sweet fuck..." she whispered, overwhelmed.

Carl's hands reached beneath her, untying her wrists, and then they were holding one another - clinging desperately together like the survivors of a shipwreck on the sofa in her ex-husband's office.

Finally, her appearance partially restored in the executive rest-room, wrapped in Carl's dinner jacket - which act of possessiveness provided much needed confidence - his bow tie sticking out of the breast pocket; him looking reasonably respectable in shirt and trousers, they emerged into the suddenly quiet atrium - the faces of her co-workers staring in amusement, or shock or disbelief -- or encouragement? Someone giggled softly, but she heard no malice.

"Ahhh, here she is," The Prick said. "Our payroll prostitute!"

Trust The Prick to be the last person to realise that the rules had changed. She was no longer his unfortunate ex-wife, his to torment and humiliate as he saw fit. She was Carl Marshall's property now, he had marked his territory for all to see. If you pushed Carl, he pushed back.

Carl showed him how.

With deceptive calm, apparently taking no notice of The Prick, he strolled to a nearby potted fern. Without the hesitation that would have ruined the effect in any normal man, the hesitation that would have given the victim time to react, to raise his hands in defence, Carl smoothly upended it over him. Soil and compost, water and leaves showered over him - leaving him standing like a fucking fool in a plant-pot helmet.

"I think a fucking clown like you should wear a fucking clown's hat," Carl hissed. "She's right, you are a prick."

Dismissing him from his thoughts, Carl walked off down the corridor, knowing she would follow him.

In the shocked silence that followed, one man started laughing - laughing with genuine amusement - his hands clapping the performance. A real belly laugh - like it was the funniest thing he had ever seen. Saldana.

That laugh was infectious. Slowly, tentatively at first, the others started to join in until the room was echoing with genuinely joyful laughter, people clapping for no reason that they could admit to, just for the sheer joy of it.

Kate found herself laughing along, tears trickling un-regarded from her eyes.

"He's waiting for you Kate," Saldana said, his grey eyes twinkling now, gesturing down the corridor to where a smiling Carl Marshall stood.

"Yes, sir," she said. 

Then, after a moment. "Mr Saldana, who is Carl Marshall?"

Saldana continued chuckling, his rotund shoulders rising and falling. Casually he reached into his pocket, took from it a folded piece of paper, handing it to her. Before even glancing at it she knew what it was. 

Her letter to Santa.

"That was quite an order, Kate," he said, and she found herself looking at him with new eyes. "But you have been very good since your divorce, I think you deserved something special."

She looked again at his beard, the growth just starting in. By Christmas it would be a full growth. Just in time, she thought, her head reeling.

"He's very special Kate, unique in fact. You will be good to him, won't you?"

"Yes, sir," she said. "Oh, I'll be very good, I promise."

Then, tears pouring down her cheeks, she was running along the corridor into Carl's waiting arms, the sound of her colleagues clapping and cheering behind her, her note gripped tightly in her hand.



Dear Santa, Good, Bad, or Naughty?



Mrs. Mary Christmas-Claus writes Santa to tell him she was very naughty on Halloween.

Dear Santa,

Oh! You better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout, I'm telling you why, Santa Claus is coming to town. He's making a list, checking it twice, gonna find out who's naughty and nice, Santa Claus is coming to town. He knows when you're sleeping. He knows when you're awake. He knows if you've been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake! Oh! You better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout, I'm telling you why, Santa Claus is coming to town!

Do you remember the first time you sang that Santa Claus Is Coming To Town, by J. Fred Coots and Henry Gillespie, to me? It was seventy-five years ago, but who's counting. Well, I found myself singing that little tune the other day and, suddenly, I felt guilty, Santa, and I needed to confess. I haven't been very nice lately. I've been naughty.

Even though, it's only Halloween, and not even Black Friday, the day after Thanksgiving, the day we take advantage of all the sales and buy those Christmas toys that the elves cannot make, I needed to come clean. I need to make sure that I'm still on your list and that you're still scheduled to come to our house, not as my husband, but as Santa Claus. I don't want you to be putting coal and orange peels in my stocking.

I'm sorry, Santa, but I'm afraid that I've been bad and I fear you may not bring me what I want and what I need for Christmas. I figured whatever bad things I did on your list, I'd still have 7 weeks to make amends and be good. I thought that if I explained what I did before to you now, it'd help you understand, later, enough to forgive my transgressions.

Well, you know how Halloween, after Christmas, of course, is my favorite holiday. As I explained to you last year, you know the exhibitionist that I am, always have been, and always will be. I'm sorry, but I just can't help myself. I just love showing my plump, chubby body to unsuspecting men. I receive such a rush flashing and being nude in public. 

It seems that the only way for me to get your attention these days, is to write you a letter and mail it to the North Pole, like everyone else. When I wrote to you, this time last year, you asked me to send you the video for you to make a determination whether I was good, bad, or very naughty and you ruled that I was very naughty and needed to be punished. My ass was sore for a week, Santa, after you spanked me Christmas morning and delivered my presents anyway. 

Thank you for the gifts, the breast implants and the face lift, again, Santa. You made me a new woman. Further, if I may be so bold, thank you for the spanking, too. I can't remember when I enjoyed being on Santa's lap, as much.

"Ho, ho, ho!"

Okay, let me start from the beginning. My being bad started a week before Halloween, when I went to Wal-Mart to buy my Halloween candy. All year long, I've managed to be good, really good.

As you so well know, I wake up horny, a condition that afflicts me mornings, afternoons, and evenings. With you gone so much of the time and busy in the workshop when you're here, I need a boyfriend, really I do, and a boyfriend is on my Christmas list again, this year, but the one you brought me last year, as you know, only stayed the holidays and then left. When I woke up January 2nd, Rudolpho was gone. You need to leave the next one with a stronger chain and a bigger cock, if you don't mind, Santa. By the way, I'm not adverse to having a big, black man, my personal Mandingo.

"Ho, ho, ho!"

Since Wal-Mart is a good place to flash, I wore my short, red velvet skirt, the one that rides up on me, when I squat down to look at the merchandise on the bottom shelves. Maybe it's just a coincidence, but I'm be darned, if Wal-Mart doesn't purposely place everything that interests me on the bottom shelf. For sure, I must give their security officers on those in-store cameras plenty of flashes of my panties, that is, whenever I remember to wear them.

"Ho, ho, ho!"

I also wore my peasant blouse, the one that hangs low on my sexy shoulders. I like that particular blouse because it opens, whenever I lean forward. That blouse allows me to give men a perfect view of my boobs, especially when not wearing a bra, which, oops, I forgot to wear that day. Sorry, Santa, I can't help it if I'm a tease.

Let me tell you, with all the men that I attracted, you would have thought there was a special sale, when I was shopping for Halloween candy. I had so many men standing around me. I even had men squatting down with me trying to help me find the exact Halloween candy that I needed. Only, I think they were more interested in looking up my short skirt and down my low cut blouse, then they were in helping me to find the candy I needed to pass out for the trick or treaters.

They even offered to help me carry the Halloween candy up to the checkout register and out to my sleigh. People, especially men, are always so very nice and helpful to me. It's amazing that I still haven't found a boyfriend, myself, but I'll leave that surprise up to you on Christmas morning.

Admittedly, I guess I'm fussy. You're a hard act to follow, Santa. Still, I'm looking for a rich boyfriend and if I'm looking for a man with money, then I think I need to shop at a higher end story than Wal-Mart, but they had the Halloween candy on sale.

Well, by my flashing at Wal-Mart, I was naughty again, I'm afraid, Santa. The next day was no different and my naughtiness continued. I knew the mailman would arrive shortly, so I went out on my front porch to hang my Halloween decorations. Only, I was in my sheer, short, low cut nightgown.

"Oops."

You know the one. It's the same style that I wore, when you put me over your lap, lifted up my nightgown and spanked my naked ass a raw red. I have those nightgowns in every color. I just love them because no matter if I stand, sit, bend, reach up, or squat down, I'm flashing some part of my body.

Well, sure enough, right on time, our mailman comes ambling around the corner. Pretending he was sorting through his mail, he stopped and stood in front of our house, while watching me hang our Halloween decorations. I could feel his eyes ogling every part of me, Santa. For sure, more interested in me flashing him than in the mail he was delivering, he was looking more at what I was showing and not what I was decorating. Then, when I bent over to pick up decorations to hang, I knew from where he stood on the sidewalk that I was flashing him my bare ass and my shave pussy. I was so very embarrassed, kind of, not really, okay, not at all.

"Ho, ho, ho, or more appropriately, since it's only Halloween and not yet Christmas, boo, boo, boo!"

Then, when I turned the other way to face him, with the sun shining brightly for a late October morning, looking as if I was totally naked, he could clearly see the impressions my nipples made in my sexy nightgown and the tattoo that I have of a candy cane that you know I have just over my pussy slit. I miss you licking me, Santa. I'm sure, as I've practiced this in front of my full length mirror, he could see down my nightgown when I bent over in front of him to retrieve more Halloween decorations to hang. 

"Oh, hi, Mister Mailman," I said pretending I didn't know he was standing there leering at me. "I didn't even know you were there."

After flashing the mailman, I was still very horny, even hornier, actually. With you not around, this time of year, and the elves all so very busy, not having a man handy to fuck and suck, I called for pizza delivery. My favorite thing to do is to pretend I just emerged from the shower. With a towel holding my hair and with me holding a second towel that barely fits around my slim and shapely body, I answered the door wearing my high heels. There's nothing as sexy as a naked woman in high heels, that is, unless it's a naked woman in high heels and wearing a fur coat, hint, hint, which by the way, is on my list, too, Santa. I'd like a full length natural mink coat with a hood made from matched female skins, please.

"Ding! Dong!"

I opened the front door with one hand and held my towel with my other hand. Then, when he handed me that heavy and awkward pizza box, Santa, trying to balance the pizza and keep it from sliding to one side so that the cheese will stay on the pizza, instead of get all squished in the box, I grabbed the box with two hands.

"Oops!"

I dropped my towel. Only, being the dumb blonde that I am, Santa, instead of giving him back the pizza box to hold, I asked him, instead, to retrieve my towel.

"Sorry. I'm so very embarrassed," I said. "Please don't look at my tits, my ass, and my pussy," I said twirling around and trying to somewhat hide behind the open front door. "Would you mind picking up my towel?"

Duh, I know I should have asked him to hold the pizza box, instead, but I just wasn't thinking. Anyway, he picked up my towel and did his best to put the towel around my naked body. He was such a sweet and helpful man in putting the towel around my naked body without trying to touch, feel, and caress my naked tits, ass, and pussy. Unfortunately or fortunately depending on how you look at it, he did accidentally, touch, feel, and caress my naked tits, ass, and pussy several times, and much to my embarrassment. I felt so used and abused, kind of, a little bit, not really, okay, not at all, but Santa, surely, he was the naughty one and not me.

Then, finally and lastly, Halloween night, I was dressed as an even sexier version of Elvira. I had a long black wig over my short blonde hair and wore a short black dress that if I sneezed or reached my arm higher than my shoulder, I'd be flashing my bald pussy. The front of me was completely open with just my areolas and nipples covered. If I moved too fast, my boob would have made it's appearance.

"Trick or treat!"

Even though it was cold out that night, the excitement of exposing myself to the men, who took their children trick or treating, kept me warm. I was careful not to flash anyone under 18-years-old, not that I asked for a identification, before flashing them but, you know me with children, I'm able to discern children from adults. I just love Halloween, almost as much as I love Christmas, and without doubt, Santa, I love flashing bits and pieces of my naked body.

Then, there are all those little people that I flash on a regular basis, but that's another story for another time. See, now that's my problem, Santa. When I flashed myself in Wal-Mart, flashed the mailman, flashed the pizza delivery man, and then flashed all the fathers taking their children trick or treating, I can't tell if I'm being bad, very bad, good, very good, or naughty, very naughty. I think you need to give me a list of what you consider bad, good, and naughty to help guide me in my exhibitionism.

Thank you so much for your help, Santa.

Your obedient wife.

Mary Christmas-Claus

Dear Mary,

Thank you for checking in with me. I'm so busy lately that I don't know if I'm coming, going, gone, or went. Yes, writing the letter to me is a good idea, as I always read those first. I realize we discussed, over some hot pillow talk, your need to find sexual satisfaction and I'm okay with you having a boyfriend, but what's with all the flashing? You make me wonder if it was a wise decision, on my part, to give you the gift of breast implants and a full face lift, last year. I'm sorry to say this Mary, but you've turned into a bit of a slut, now that's both a good and a bad thing. 

Yes, upon first reading what you did and how you did it with full knowledge, planning, and forethought, there was nothing accidental about your flashing. That was very bad, but in the way you did it was very good. You made a lot of men very happy, especially me, with all your flashing, Mrs. Mary Christmas-Claus. 

No doubt, you have grown bored with the elves looking up your skirt at your panties. Being secluded in the North Pole, year round, I can understand why you'd want to flash other men. Moreover, I can understand how you may be confused between what I consider bad and good.

You purposely flashed all those men at Wal-Mart. You willfully flashed the mailman. Then, you shamelessly flashed the poor, pizza delivery man and enlisted him in your perversion to expose yourself, by having him arrange the towel, while touching, feeling, and caressing your naked body. Lastly, you flashed all those Dads taking their children trick or treat on Halloween. Either it's shame on you or good for you. I let you know later tonight.

It depends how we look at it, but if I was your father, that is, and not incestuously attracted to you, what you did in flashing your naked body was very bad. Now, if I was one of the men your flashed, then your behavior was very good. Especially, since I'm your husband, well, as far as I'm concerned, you're still very naughty and require another spanking.

Yet, to be fair, for me to decide whether you are, indeed, good, bad, or very naughty. I'll give you my answer, after I review the video you put in my e-mail box of your flashing adventures.

Santa



Dear Santa, I Can Explain...



It wasn't me that was being naughty! Really! It was those two bad girls in the dressing room -- if it wasn't for them none of this would have happened. 

Let me explain.

'Twas the night before Christmas. Ok, I lie ... it was two weeks before Christmas.

I was working the late shift on the security detail at Darcy's Department Store and it was my job to watch the monitors for shoplifters that night. Around the holidays it can get really crowded and busy but usually it's kind of boring and my boss, Ms. Tyler and I take turns keeping a watch on the monitors in the ladies dressing rooms. I don't know if anyone else would agree with me but I think this job is totally gross and boring! 

Well, this time it was different. Ms. Tyler left the security room a few minutes after I got back from my break. She walked the floor looking for trouble while I stayed and watched the monitors. It was almost eight o'clock and I was settled in with my box of Twinkies and a soda, resigned to another boring hour before we closed for the night.

I scanned the collection of screens looking for anything suspicious and I noticed two young women in a stall together. I made a mental note to myself to keep an eye on them. Two women in their early twenties in a room together could mean trouble! Ha! I should be so lucky as to have some excitement and actually catch a real shoplifter! 

Well, Santa, as it turned out, shoplifting wasn't what they had in mind. Seeing them start to undress was not much of a surprise. That's what people do when they come in to try on clothes. So when the blonde with the big tits started to take off her sweater I wasn't all that interested. Even when the little brunette reached around the blonde and unhooked her bra for her I was still pretty 'ho-hum'. It wasn't until the blonde reached down and grabbed the brunette's ass with both hands that I came to attention.

That's when the brunette pulled the blonde closer and buried her face in her huge tits, slapping them against her cheeks. They were so big I thought for sure she would suffocate! They wasted no time getting rid of the rest of their clothes; sweaters were tossed aside; sneakers and socks piled on the floor. 

But the jeans, oh, shit, while watching them shimmy each other out of their jeans I realized I had one hand inside my shirt pinching my own nipple! The skin tight denim, stretched over their tight little asses soon gave way to reveal their shiny white butts each with a string of a thong up the crack. 

Not having any sound with my system, I could only imagine their stifled giggles as they teased each other with playful slaps and slick tongues. The little brunette couldn't keep her hands off the blonde's big tits. She stood behind her and watched their reflection in the floor length mirror in front of them as she teased and squeezed the blonde's boobs. She kneaded them for what seemed like an eternity while the blonde watched in the mirror the whole time, never taking her eyes off her own reflection. 

I was hypnotized now, sitting with my mouth hanging open in amazement, kneading my own breast and squirming uncomfortably in my chair. I couldn't look away!

Slowly, the two women turned to face each other, their hands sliding and gliding up and down, over and around, touching without stopping, touching everywhere there was skin. They embraced and the brunette again buried her face in the blonde's huge tits. She started licking the massive white globes, cupping them in her hands as she savored them. Pressing her tongue flat against the blonde's skin, she licked until I could see the sheen of her saliva reflecting in the light. When she was done devouring each breast she sucked each nipple, drawing immense amounts of the breast into her mouth. She looked like she was starving and had to have breast to satisfy her craving! 

The blonde just stood in the center of the stall with her arms around the brunette, her hands gently grasping her friend's ass. Her expression was of pure bliss while she enjoyed the licking, the lapping and the sucking. 

Meanwhile, I noticed that my hand had moved down to my crotch. I tried just pressing on my pleasure place but it was screaming for more. I tried a little squeezing and pinching but my pearl wouldn't take no for an answer. I unzipped my slacks and let them drop to the floor. My panties were wet and clinging to my lips. I had to! I had to let them drop to the floor. I couldn't stand it anymore! It was just too hard to watch all that licking and sucking! 

So, there I was with my pants down around my ankles and one finger up my pussy when the blonde turned around to face the mirror again. She bent over and spread her legs, supporting herself with her hands on the bench under the mirror in front of her. The brunette knelt down on the floor and reached up with one hand on each of the blonde's hips. She began to pull the thong down, slowly, torturously slow, first one side, then the other. The blonde spread her legs a little wider. The brunette pulled the string thong slowly from between her partner's alabaster cheeks, pausing briefly to lick and take a playful nip.

The blonde was starting to get anxious -- she kept glancing back and wiggling her ass. If I had sound I just know she'd be saying, "Fuck me now, baby!" or something like that. 

And that's when I caught sight of my first shoplifter! The brunette pulled out a box from her handbag that I recognized right away. Hot off the shelf from our personal care department -- the 'personal massager', otherwise known as a vibrator! Without any hesitation, she opened the box and slid out the silver beauty which, happily for them came with the required batteries.

Watching them intently, I couldn't wait for the fucking to begin! My hand was now working steadily to calm my clit but at the same time the thought kept flashing through my mind that I wanted to cum at the same time the blonde did! I couldn't just rush into my own orgasm -- I wanted to be a part of hers!

Santa, I wanted to share! That's a good thing, right?

The blonde was obviously pleased when the brunette got back to business and spread her lips to insert the shiny dildo. She must have been so very, very wet; that thing just slid on in and out and in and out... the blonde started bucking right along as the brunette plunged that thing in and out and in and out... her huge tits slapping against the mirror with each outward push. 

I guess I lost track of time. I was so entranced with my fuck buddies in the dressing room that I didn't hear Ms. Tyler unlock the door and walk up behind my bare ass. I was standing amongst the small pile of my clothes on the floor, my eyes glued to the monitor and my hand furiously working my clit. I felt her breath on my neck before anything else.

"Holy shit!" she whispered in my ear as she leaned in closer to see what had me so worked up. I didn't even have enough time to worry about losing my job before Ms. Tyler had stripped off her pantyhose and pulled up her skirt. 

And there we stood, two hot and bothered babes watching the blonde and the brunette take turns fucking each other with the silver bullet in the ladies dressing room. At some point Ms. Tyler went over to the security room door and double checked the lock. Satisfied that things were secure, she hoisted herself onto the waist high counter and spread her legs. 

"Sweetie, welcome to the Shoplifter's Secret Service! Now, show me what ya got!" 

I think she meant if I wanted to keep my job it was my turn to service the boss!

Now, Santa, you know I really need this job! I really didn't feel as though I had a choice! 

Really...I... I lie. I really wanted to...but I still think it wasn't my fault! I was a victim here! 

So... well... I've never been with another woman before so I was kind of, well, not sure what to do! Ms. Tyler must have picked up on my hesitation.

"Just do what you'd want me to do to you, honey!"

And that's what I did!

While Ms. Tyler leaned back on her elbows and watched the show in the ladies dressing room, I got comfortable in front of her and spread her hairless love lips with my hands. It was obvious that these lips were made for licking! Not a hair! Not a trace of stubble! I eyed my target and set my tongue to work on her pleasure pearl which seemed to be reaching for me in anticipation. It was so easy. I pretended I was on the other side of my tongue -- on the receiving end of my lapping and licking. I licked until I could no longer stand her ass squirming in my face anymore and then I flattened my tongue against her clit and swirled her into an awesome, desk thumping, power-draining orgasm.

We both lost track of what was going on in the dressing room because when Ms. Tyler stopped her heavy breathing and finally let go of my hair which she grabbed in her ecstasy, the two women were gone! 

Ms. Tyler just straightened her skirt, put her pantyhose and shoes back on and said, "Nice, honey, very nice."

Then she hit the delete button on the recorder!

Santa, it's just not fair! I didn't get to see my shoplifter story come to an end! I didn't get anything out of the whole sad affair!

Santa, I think I was a very good girl. 

Santa, can I still have my presents? Please? Huh?



Dear Santa, I Can Explain...



Lucy waited in line to speak to Santa. Her weight shifted nervously from one black stiletto heel to the other as she fidgeted with the bow in her curly blond hair. Most of the women in line had a child with them, but that didn't bother Lucy. Lucy looked up and down the line. Actually, all of the women had a child with them. Oh well, she needed to talk to the real Santa and that's what the advertisement had said, "Real Live Santa at Macy's Department Store, Saturday!!!" So here she was. As soon as this kid was done it was her turn. 

"Excuse me ma'am," Santa's elf said to Lucy. "You're going to have to go to the end of the line if your son or daughter isn't here. We need to keep the line moving so every child gets a chance to speak to Santa."

"I don't have any children," Lucy replied, her eyes widening in surprise then narrowing. "Shouldn't you already know that? Oh well, I suppose only Santa knows all that. Excuse me, it looks like it's my turn."

Lucy walked around the elf and up the steps to where Santa sat on the elevated stage and settled onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

"Gosh, Santa, it's really good to see you. I hope you're well and your wife too, Mrs. Claus?"

"Uh, yes, she's fine but..." He sniffed tentatively, checking for alcohol on her breath. Hmmm, he didn't smell anything.

"Santa, you just gotta let me explain. I know you'll understand. Anybody coulda made the same mistake. I promise I'll make it quick?"

Santa looked at his elf then back at Lucy. What was one more nut at Christmas time? At least she was a cute blond nut. "Okay, if you make it quick."

Lucy looked behind her and lowered her voice to just above a whisper as she began her story. 

"My husband's office Christmas party was last week and he was going dressed as you to surprise everybody with little gifts. He's up for a promotion so he thought schmoozing a little couldn't hurt, ya know?"

She stared up at Santa pleadingly. She hoped he'd understand about somebody impersonating him.

He fought the urge to roll his eyes and nodded instead. "Sure, of course." 

"It was after work at the offices and I was supposed to meet him there. I got there right on time but I didn't see him so I got an eggnog and... you know, I think it was spiked." Lucy shook her head. "Anyway, I visited with the other wives for a little bit but he still didn't show up. I thought he might be having a little trouble with his Santa suit so I went to find him and help. Any good wife would have done the same, right?" She looked at Santa expectantly. 

He nodded agreement. "Sure, sure."

"So I go down the hallway. It's kinda dimly lit but I can see him in the Santa suit way down and as I'm walking toward him, I get an idea!"

Santa suspected that didn't happen too often.

"He's been awful worried about this promotion he's up for so I thought maybe he'd need a little something to calm him down, you know?"

"A drink?" Santa's brows furrowed but Lucy pursed her lips and shook her head.

"Looking back, a drink would have been a much better idea but no. I marched right up to him, gave him a kiss and took him by the hand to lead him into the conference room off the hallway." 

Lucy looked thoughtful for a moment. Santa wanted to tell her not to strain herself but he kept his mouth shut. 

"You know, when I kissed him, he did taste like brandy and that's never been a favorite of Rick's so that should have tipped me off right there, huh?"

Lucy shook her head sadly. "But it didn't. I pushed him back into one of the chairs, unzipped his pants and... got to work. I didn't turn on the light because I didn't want to call attention to us if somebody noticed the light coming from under the door, ya know?"

"I'm beginning to see," Santa replied, his eyes getting wider. 

"So, I started..." Lucy paused and a flush crept up her neck to her face. Her voice got even softer. "... massaging him with one hand and I heard him give a little moan. Those fake beards can muffle a lot of sound So I couldn't tell it wasn't Ricky's voice, you know?"

"Yes... yes, I can see how that would be."

Lucy looked again over her shoulder then she continued, speaking in a rush. "Now, it did seem a little smaller than normal but I figured that was because of the alcohol, you know? Everybody had been drinking a lot by the time I'd gotten there. They'd started the party in the offices soon after lunch from what I heard. So I figured that's why it was different."

"It?"

Lucy's face turned a bright red and she squirmed. "You know... it... his... penis."

"Uh huh." Santa was getting a little red in the face himself.

"He... tasted different too, but that happens to Rick if he eats something unusual. So I'm kneeling there just finishing up with this soft... penis in my hand when Rick walks in and flips the light switch on. Apparently somebody told him they saw me go into the conference room with Santa. Rick starts swearing at me and I'm shocked. I'm like, if you're there, then who the hell is this? That's my boss, he says."

Santa grimaced. 

"So his boss says... this is your wife? You've got the promotion, then he zips up and walks out. I figured Rick would at least be happy about the promotion but he hasn't talked to me for a week now, just glares at me when I set his dinner in front of him. I've apologized over and over. I don't know what else to do!"

"I see." Santa seemed to consider the question for a minute as he took a deep breath. He patted her arm reassuringly. "Well, it could have happened to anyone."

She threw her hands up. "That's what I said!"

"Maybe if you give it some more time. This may take a while for him to get over."

Lucy shook her head. "I don't know Santa. I think he's gonna need some help forgiving me. So, if you could just get him to forgive me for Christmas, that's all I'd want. Thanks Santa!" Lucy pecked him on the cheek and stood up, pulling her skirt back down. "It's been really great talking to you. Have a great Christmas and don't work too hard."

Lucy buttoned up her black wool coat as she clicked back down the stairs. She turned at the bottom of the steps, gave a little wave and headed for the glass exit doors.

Santa watched her go then grabbed a fake present from the pile nearby and held it in front of him as he stood. "I'm going to need a short break before we continue."



Dear Sarah



Dear Sarah,

I find myself intrigued by your last letter, where you request I tell you about my ... shall we call them, adventures? ... since we have been together. I am reticent to tell all, as Mama was quite particular that ladies should be demure and modest, as I am sure you recall most vividly, and I fear that to tell all would be most immodest. However, I can with as little forwardness as possible tell you of my most recent adventure with the Earl of ___________, a most agreeable companion in my little "adventures."

As you know the Earl and his temperament from our childhood, you know he is most bold and forthright, ever willing to aid and abet in any schemes I might dream up. I am by temperament and training much more reserved, although my mind is always turning toward new tricks and follies that invariably lead to much fun and frivolity - but that would never see the light of day were it not for the Earl. We are delightfully matched in these endeavors.

To continue, it was a lazy summer day, and the Earl and I were most lethargic, seemingly content to watch the bees sample the flowers as the servants brought us a light luncheon. But oh, my busy little mind! which does not stay still for a moment, was leading us into a quite delightful but devious route. "Oh, Daniel!" I exclaimed, "I am frightfully bored! Whatever shall we do to end this indolence?"

The Earl looked mildly intrigued, but shrugged as he replied, "I have no idea, Caroline - it is too hot to stir about much - ," then broke off to ogle the latest addition to our staff, a comely but saucy wench named Kitty. I was suddenly seized with an even more evil and yet amusing plan. As you know, Mama and Papa's training with the birch was most delightful to me, being of a temperament to enjoy the strokes that Mama and Papa both gave ... and Papa's way of soothing the hurt after was also most enjoyable. I have ever after that enjoyed both receiving and giving the switch on many occasions - but as I said, it is most indelicate to boast of such things.

"Kitty!" I exclaimed, causing the poor thing to jump slightly and the lemonade to spill a bit, wetting the cakes we had requested. I grinned wickedly but hid it by my fan; Kitty was walking right into my trap. "Oh, now you lazy chit - look what you have done!" I chided her in an angry tone, but I was not angry in the least - indeed, inwardly I was laughing quite wickedly. The Earl looked quizzically at me, then as he looked at Kitty's flushed, embarrassed face, he caught the gist and, as is his wont, took my plan and ran with it. "I think she is more concerned with the state of her dress - or undress, I should say - than her duties," he remarked sternly, causing Kitty to blush even more. I knew she had recently been scolded by Cook for her less than enthusiastic performance of her duties and less than modest dress, and had been discussing this with the Earl earlier. If anything would make her hold her tongue and become quite flustered, those accusations would do the trick. 

I again brought my fan up to hide a wicked grin as I chimed in, "Oh yes! look at how much the tart shows off her bosom!" I began to feel quite stirred at the thought of striping those creamy-white breasts ... and then suckling from them after. "I do believe it is time to show this strumpet what happens when one does not do her duty; no servant of ours is to be lazy and undisciplined!" Daniel looked at me and grinned as well behind a gloved hand. I could tell his mind was going along the same lines as mine: the old cave in the back of the property. He and I had enjoyed many a wild romp there - but oh dear, I am about to go into most indelicate territory again. To go on, I am sure you remember the cave - we played house in that cave in our youth. It was, of course, not a real cave, being made of stone and plaster, but with the vines creeping over it and the moss growing along the rocks, it does look quite realistic. The added blessing is, though, that it is too far from even the summer house to allow any endeavors committed in it to be heard.

Kitty was by now shivering so hard the spoons were rattling and the glasses were almost sloshing the lemonade over their rims. She managed to set the tray down and then, apparently deciding that pretending she had not heard our conversation was the better part, she curtsied and said all in a rush, "Milady, Milord, if that will be all, I should get back to the house and help Cook." She apparently felt that if we believed her otherwise engaged, we would be most likely agreeable to her leaving. Silly girl!

"Kitty," I said in my sternest voice, which was, by the bye, quite hard to maintain -- inside, I was all a-flutter with the most delicious and thrilling sensations. "Do not add lying to your list of sins. You know that today is Cook's holiday, and that the helpers are working in the kitchens. You also know on Cook's holiday, we eat very lightly -- there is nothing for which your help is required."

The poor girl looked as if she would faint. I was so hard pressed to restrain my giggles -- and I could feel that familiar warmth between my legs. Oh, this would be fun! And as Kitty was a very saucy and forward wench, I knew she would be most amenable to what we were to propose -- at least, eventually! I knew her greatest fear was to lose this job and be forced to take one away from the stable boy Henry, for whom she had quite a fancy. I could use this to my advantage, and have much sport with her in the process! Then another, even more wicked thought entered my mind -- why not let Henry play with us as well? That would make it even more sporting!

"Tut-tut!" I scolded Kitty, getting up from my perch on the couch and grabbing her arm. "Daniel, we must take this girl and teach her some manners!" Daniel grinned and nodded. I winked at him behind Kitty's back and added, "We will need some supplies from the stables - would you be a dear and have Henry help you bring them?" I knew Daniel would understand exactly what I wanted; after all, he had joined me in many 'games' in the cave ... games that, if Mama and Papa had found out about them, would have earned me more whippings and soothings. It was quite tempting at times to let Papa especially catch us at it ... but one has one's reputation to think of, and Daniel has no idea of the extent of the games our family plays. However, it is most unseemly to discuss such things. I shall continue instead with my narrative.

I dragged the half-protesting Kitty to the cave; she was not quite so unwilling as she made herself out to be, or I would have had quite a time dragging her there! I think her trepidation was mostly due to her ignorance of what was to transpire. I could hardly hold back my giggles at the thought of what was in store for her!

When we got to the cave, Henry and Daniel were already there, Henry rigging the ropes and pulleys we would need to properly 'punish' Kitty. Daniel and I shared a secret smile as Kitty shook and Henry grunted with the effort to move the heavy ropes and pulleys. I find ropes so much more evocative and genteel, don't you? So much less harsh than chains and hasps! Daniel nodded to me as the last few items were hoisted into place, and I turned Kitty toward the wall. She shivered visibly, but in her eyes I only saw a mounting excitement - I think she might have figured out that this was a contrived situation, but with Henry involved, she was quite happy to comply.

"Now, Kitty," I intoned solemnly, although inside all I wanted to do was laugh loudly at the absurdity of the situation and the excitement it aroused, "you have been accused of being a lazy, vain chit of a servant who neglects her duties to enhance her personal appearance." At this, I heard a muffled chuckle from Henry; Kitty glared daggers at him and he ceased promptly. I continued, "We have determined that you must be punished, in order to learn your lesson and apply it promptly for your betterment. Please disrobe."

At that, Kitty turned at least a dozen shades of red and even Henry looked a bit dubious at this pronouncement, although the look he gave along Kitty's form told me he would not be averse to seeing an unclothed Kitty. "But - but ma'am!" Kitty gasped out. "Ye - ye canna mean ta ... ."

I smiled slyly and nodded to Daniel, who gave a sign to Henry. Both men moved in, grabbing her arms and keeping her from running away; I did, however, notice that it took not much restraint to keep her in line. "Oh, but I do," I said quietly but firmly. "Or we can let these gentlemen do so for you... ."

"Nay, 'tis not necessary!" Kitty squealed, and the two men released her arms. Blushing, she doffed her apron, gown, and petticoats. When she got to her chemise and bloomers, though, she paused and looked at me with a beseeching look in her eyes. I knew she was not as innocent as she protested to be - I had espied her in a stall with Henry just a week prior and had quite an education on the ways of the servant class with each other, not to mention an agreeable session with the toy that Daniel carved for me that resembles...

Oh my. I was almost indelicate again. My pardons.

To resume: I knew she had already tasted of the forbidden fruit with Henry, so I had no compunctions about asking Kitty to disrobe. And I do believe that the little minx was milking the situation for all it was worth. After all, the men were now looking at her avidly, enjoying her protests and demurrings. Henry in particular was enjoying the way her breasts rose and fell with her breaths, and since she was breathing quite heavily, her breasts were practically heaving themselves out of her top. I was immediately quite damp myself and mesmerized by the delightful sight, but I collected myself and gave Kitty my sternest look. She whimpered but continued until she stood before us in all her naked glory.

She was lovely, with a creamy complexion that all redheads seem to have, rosy nipples that were rapidly hardening with the air and the lascivious looks the men were giving her, and the furring between her legs a tempting ginger color. It would be wonderful to make the red marks appear on that skin! I motioned to the two men and, under Daniel's direction, Kitty was soon tied up - and, I noticed, quite manhandled in the process. She, of course, had no objection to this, giggling the entire time. But when the two men stepped back and she was left in such a vulnerable state, she became much more serious. And when she saw me step up to the wall, where whips, canes, paddles and 'disciplinary' devices of all kinds were stored, and choose a small braided whip from the selection afforded, she gave out a squeal of distress. I almost laughed, but controlled myself at the last minute and gave a few exploratory flicks of the whip, loving the crack! sound it made as it cut through the air.

"Kitty, prepare yourself," I said in as serious a voice as I could muster. "You need to be taught a lesson, and the lesson starts now!" With that, I laid into her gorgeous buttocks with the whip. Immediately, a red welt appeared and Kitty jumped and screamed. Oh lovely! I noticed that both Daniel and Henry were ... at attention, shall we say. It was obviously affecting them too!

"Please, mistress!" Kitty sobbed out as I gave her another stroke, this time from the other side so I could see the lovely welts on both buttocks. "Please ... don't ...!" she moaned as I gave her two more switchings, from different places. Her lovely globes were turning from pink to red, and defined lines were forming. Beautiful!

I changed position to cause the whip to wrap around Kitty's body, so that the welts started to appear on her milky flanks and breasts. She squirmed even more and begged most piteously. However, I also noticed a tell-tale dampness between her legs, so I hardly heeded her protests. And her squirmings were doing such delightful things to the men, as could be told by the 'evidence' straining the fronts of their trousers. I must confess to some arousal myself. But to keep up the pretense of this being a punishment, I admonished Kitty, "Confess your transgressions, my dear, and I will cease and desist!"

She sobbed a bit, then jumped at another slash of the whip across her upper legs. "Oh, mistress - I confess, I ha' been a turrible maid! Please, forgi'e me!" Her accent was stronger with the stress she was under, and was so charming I forgot to cease for a bit until Daniel caught my arm and gave me a look. I collected my wits and placed the whip back on its pegs. I then stepped up and began rubbing her legs and buttocks while murmuring, "So you will no longer be slatternly in your duties?"

Kitty moaned out, "Oh no, mistress! I will be a model servant!" My hand had by then slid between her legs and my fingers were exploring her wet, silky folds. She pushed herself back on my fingers, and I stopped to undo her legs so I could step between her and the wall, the natural concavity of the walls allowing me to do so comfortably. Kitty gave out a moan of distress, which ceased as soon as my hand returned to her treasure and my mouth to one of those delightful rosy nipples. Her moan changed to one of delight, echoed by both the men as they watched me play with the delicious wench.

After only a few minutes of these sensual ministrations, Kitty began to tremble and protest, "Oh, mistress! I'm goin' to - " and then she gushed all over my hand that precious, delicious fluid I love almost as well as the offerings one can receive from a man. I stroked her until her jerkings ceased and she stopped flowing so profusely. I brought my hand up to her mouth and we both sucked my fingers clean. Oh nectar of the gods!

I backed out from my perch and announced to the men, "Who would like to soothe this girl's obviously overwrought nerves?" Henry was already unbuttoning his drawers, anxious for his turn at the tart, and I grabbed Daniel's arm and pulled him back slightly. I murmured in his ear, "Let Henry have his fun; you shall have the last of it, and she will be well-lubricated for your trouble."

He grinned at me and whispered back in my ear, "You conniving wench - one of the many things I love about you. However delightful Kitty's charms are, I am more enamoured of your devious mind - and the wicked delights you can dream up for us. But let us watch these two and enjoy their copulating before we leave, shall we?"

I concurred with delight, and we both turned to watch Henry's rather large girth sliding up into Kitty's little nest. She grunted as his ram parted her lips, stretching them to their limits and, I fear, rather pushing those limits. However, our miss Kitty did not seem to mind and even arched her back, trying to get her swain's pole deeper into her nether region. She moaned more as he reached her depths and began to plumb them, in and out. Daniel's hand crept up to my bodice and worked its way in, his fingers pinching and rubbing my nubs until I thought I would scream from arousal. Between Daniel's exploring fingers and Henry's battering of Kitty's furry box, I was fair to passing out from the level of tension I was feeling then. I wanted a prick in my pussy too!

Oh dear. I apologize. That last sentence was quite inappropriate.

Going on ...

Henry was beginning to increase his ministrations, almost ramming Kitty through the wall of the cave, and she was fair to screaming as his efforts were obviously quite pleasing to her. Indeed, she was spurring him on with cries of, "Oh, yes! Fuck me, Henry, you stallion!"

(I filed that one away for future reference...)

He suddenly stiffened and roared out, "Ah'm cummin' you dirteh li'l whore!" as Kitty screamed, "Yes, fill me up, you animal!" I could see his sac tightening as he pumped over and over his seed into Kitty's willing receptacle. As she ceased her moanings and Henry was apparently nearing the end of his efforts, Daniel and I stole out of the cave and went to the dock house, where we had a little trysting place and ... .

Well. I think that any more along these lines would be most inappropriate, do not you? Suffice it to say that since that day, our circle of playmates has widened considerably, especially since Daniel caught Mama, Papa and I in one of our - interactions - and joined in ... .

Oh my! That is a story for when you and I are together once again. I look forward to that day, dear sister and playmate. Until then, I sign myself,

Your ever loving sister,

Caroline



Dear Sean I Love You



Dear Sean,

I'm sorry I haven't written you much. There just isn't anything else to tell you. Jail life doesn't actually change much from day to day. you wake up, you eat, you sit around + play cards you sleep. Right now they have me as what's called a Unit Worker. Unit Workers are kinda like work monkeys, when everybody else gets put back into their individual cells after the meals + shit we get to clean up the common areas. Which means we get to watch a little more tv since that is in the common room, sure it's whatever the guards want to watch but the guards will sometimes turn it we ask real nice. I know you don't want to hear this, but it is a bunch of male guards at a female prison. When we want something bad enough we get it. 

Oh + we get shoes! I had no idea how much I'd missed my sneakers or how much I really hated those stupid fucking paper slippers they give us in here until I got my shoes back on! It's almost like being a real human being again. They let us have shoes because we are walking up + down the stairs, sometimes lifting heavy shit.  It's important that we get to protect our feet + have something with a little grip so we don't slip + bust our shit open. 

It looks like my court date is going to be July 29th + I've got high hopes that things will go my way. I just fired my court ordered attorney but they are supposed to have him replaced by the end of the week + hopefully the new guy will over a better defense. I mean that my old lawyer pretty much said we have no prayer + I should just take the plea. I know that would disappoint you but I'd rather take the plea + have this part of my life over + be able to move forward than wait for another few months + not only lose but get a longer sentence than if I were to plea. I know you want me to fight this, I know that you thing the plea is stupid that instead of maybe losing in court I'm losing for sure if I plea. I'm scared Allen. I'd rather admit to a crime I didn't commit + go to jail for a decade than fight + lose thirty five years. It just doesn't make sense to take the risk. 

Other than that I hope that all is well for you. Did you get your Xbox back yet? I know you were saying you got the Red Ring of Death. That makes me sad for you. A man without his video games is a very grumpy bear indeed.

So is your sex life still crappy? I know the last time you mentioned it your sex life had been pretty crappy for a while. I mean shit you were getting less than me and I'm jail. I know I used to get you off on the phone. I don't get to make phone sex calls but maybe this will help you out a little. It's the best that I can do and besides it's true + you deserve to know that I dream about you.

The other night I was laying in bed trying to go to sleep + I couldn't help but think about you. It was friendly at first + then my mind began to wander (+so did my fingers.) It was simple @ first, I was just rubbin' on my clit a bit imagining it was your fingers + not mine.

I parted my folds from clit +teased myself even more, by rubbing over the sensitive bud until I felt I would surely bust from the pleasure. So I began to slide a finger over my wet slit, enjoying the way it felt +very slowly I slid a finger into the tight wet well lubed hole. . .enjoying it completely.

But as I began to thrust the finger into my snatch, I realized it wasn't enough so I slid in another finger. They felt better, but I wanted more +so a third finger was added. Oh yes! That felt great. They weren't as long or as wide, but I had to make due with what I had.

So I spread my legs nice + wide, as I finger fucked the shit out of my pussy. The thought of it being your thick throbbing cock instead of my fingers sent me over the edge. I cam so hard, that I had to catch my breath.

Of course I licked my fingers clean, it would be what you would've wanted. I was so wet+made a huge wet mess, plus I couldn't be too loud because of my bunkie, I bite down on my blanket to keep from screaming when I busted my nut. So please tell me that the knowledge of this made you bust a big nut.

Well that's it. That's that I had. I have so many dreams about you, about what your going to do to me when I get out of here. You're gonna fuck me till my legs go numb, I just know it. 

I should also take this time out to thank you. Thank you Sean so much. There is no way for me to put into words how much I appreciate everything you've done for me. It's not just the letters. It's that you took the time to find me. It's that you love me. I love you so much Sean, don't ever leave me alone. I don't know what I would do with out you.

Love Minx



Dear Season



Hunting season was almost over. One more day. I had guided so damn many city slickers this year, I was looking forward to some rest and quiet. Not having to answer stupid question or trying to stop them from shooting themselves or someone else had been hell. I'm somewhat of a loner anyway. Crowds bother me. Make me feel trapped, almost suffocating.

The last day was with a real smart-ass. He thought he knew everything. If you didn't believe it, all you had to do was just ask him. As usual, I put him in a good spot over-looking a major feeding area for deer. One hunting rule I always live by is that you don't shoot doe's (female deer). 

As we set there watching the clearing, a group of deer appeared, as if out of nowhere. I understood why they were called the "ghost of the forest." One minute they aren't there, the next minute they are. This bozo didn't hesitate. He threw up his gun and took aim. Seeing this I lunged for him and knocked the gun from his hands as it discharged.

"You stupid son-of-a-bitch," he shouted. "I had the deer right in my sights."

I reached and grabbed him by the collar and shook him like a rag.

"I told you before, you do not kill doe's," I screamed.

"Fuck you," he yelled. "I want my money back."

I grabbed the money from my wallet and threw it at him. He picked it up and left, cussing me as he went.

I settled back against the tree and relaxed. Setting there enjoying the sounds of the woods, I felt something wet and soft touch my lips. Opening my eyes, I found myself gazing into the eyes of a beautiful female deer. Startled, I was completely immobilised. She looked at me a minute and then I swear to God she spoke.

"I want to think you for saving us from that hunter," she said.

I looked at her wide eyed and said, "Now wait a minute, deer can't talk."

"No, deer cannot talk but as you will see we are not deer," she said. "We are visitors to your world and this is only our disguise."

Now I'm a normal grown intelligent man. Usually not surprised by much of anything but this was a completely different ball game. I just sat there and looked at her. Soon the rest of the "herd" gathered around me. I guess there were six or seven all together.

"What do you mean by not being from my world," I ask? "Where are you from?"

"We will explain all that later but first, let us do this," she said.

As I sat there with my mouth hanging open, they all, one by one transformed back into their original forms. As each one changed, in the deer's place stood a beautiful female. I mean a person! You know, a female person. Women! Naked women!!!! Standing only about 4 foot tall. But still all woman! 

All shapes and sizes. Some slender, some big, some short, some tall, but all beautiful.

My dick was immediately trying with all it's might to break out of my pants form looking at all these naked babes. But I had to keep my cool.

"We've been away from our planet for a very long time," she said. "You see, we crash landed here sometime ago, when our craft developed some sort of main booster failure. Since we did not want to be discovered, we took the shape of the first thing we saw. These animals. They are nice but we got tired of the ones with horns mounting us all the time. I mean, it wasn't bad at first but there extensions aren't big enough. Also we didn't know humans would be trying to kill them."

"Wait a minute now," I said. "If you can take their forms, how do I know what I am seeing is really what you look like?"

"Oh, we are as you see us now," she said. " We come from a planet called Ikon. I am known as Zon, (the shortest one with the big tits) the leader of this group. These others are Hon, (the tallest one) Zee (the redhead) Sha (the blonde) Che (the beautiful brunette) Rah (the dark skinned girl) and this is Zen, our youngest (with huge tits and nipples). We would like to ask your help."

By then I was surrounded by them and all I could see was pussy. Every size, shape and color, looking me right square in the eyes. 

Not moving my eyes from this sight, I ask, "What can I do?"

"Would you help repair our craft so we might get back to our world," she pleaded. "We would be glad to make it worth your while."

"Sure," I said. "If I can help, I would be glad to. Where is it located?"

"Not far. Only about three of your planets sun's walk from here," she replied.

"OK -- look, I will have to go back to my place and get some tools and food before we go," I said. "Then we can leave in the morning."

"I will send one of us to accompany you and the rest of us will wait here for your return," she said. "Rah! You go and help this human in any way he needs, we will wait in the woods here until your return."

"Zon, my name is Mat. Mat Jackson and if you don't mid a suggestion, it would be best if you didn't stay as you are but take a different form. Say as a bird or rabbit or something that won't be hunted or killed," I said.

"Good Mat Jackson, thank you for your concern," she said. "Please hurry back."

Rah and I left the clearing and headed back to my truck. Once I started the engine, her eyes became round as saucers. 

"What is this machine," she asked? 

"This is a truck," I said. "It's a means for us to travel on this planet."

Then it hit me. Here I am driving down the road with a naked woman sitting beside me. I touched her shoulder and told her that she had better lie down so no one could see her. She laid over and put her head on my thigh. As if by instinct, my hand came to rest on her tit. Almost immediately, she started moving her body and hips. I grasp her nipple between my fingers, rolling and pinched it. Her entire being shook with pleasure. She took something out of a bag and pointed it towards my crotch. I heard a -zap-, and instantly felt a cool breeze on my dick. Looking down, I saw I had no pants on. My cock was rock hard and standing straight up. She looked at it and grabbed it with her small hands and engulfed it with her mouth in one swift motion. The sensation was almost unbearable. I fought to keep the truck on the road. I could feel her tongue and the back of her throat as she sucked on my cock. I reached down and ran my hand between her legs. Parting the black bush and finding her swollen dark lips, I started rubbing her. She went crazy. Bucking against my hand as if she was trying to stuff it completely up inside her. Just as quickly, she jumped up and straddled my hips. She slid down and impelled herself on my cock. God, she was tight. Tighter than when I felt her with my hand. I pulled of the side of the road and shut off the engine. Rah grabbed both of her tits and stuffed them into my mouth. I sucked on her elongated dark nipples for all I was worth. Immediately I felt something hot and sweet squirt into my mouth. I wanted to pull away but couldn't. I felt I just couldn't get enough of it. 

My head started spinning. I pulled back from her and saw that she had her hand down on her pussy, ramming it in and out. How can this be happening? I was in her pussy. Or was I? I ran my hands behind her and found that I was in her ass-hole. Not in her pussy. Then it felt like I was changing. Getting much bigger. I looked down and saw the head of my dick slide up between her cunt lips. She must have doped me with what ever came out of her tits. I felt I was still buried in her ass. She then moved up off of my cock and I stared in shock. I now had two cocks. Two huge cocks!

"What's happening," I shouted? "What did you do to me?"

"I did nothing to you Mat," she said. "You drank of my juices and what ever your were thinking about at that time happens, but only for short time"

I thought back to what I had been thinking about when I sucked her tits. I had wished I had two giant cocks so I could fuck her in both of her openings.

"Rah, how can this be," I ask? "It's not possible."

"Yes, on my world everything is possible," she quietly said. "Now please do me with both of them, it's been so long."

I quickly guided both cocks back into her. With a scream she slammed herself down on me. God the feeling was unreal. I could feel both cocks rubbing against each other and it was causing her to come like I had never seen. Her liquid ran down my balls, and formed a huge puddle where I was setting. She was holding on to my shoulders, grinding her pussy hard against me screaming,

"GOOD-GOOOOD. OHHHHH -I AM JACKING-IMMMM JA-JA-JA-JACKINGGGGGG-AUGHHHHHHHHH-YESSSSSSS!!!!"

I then felt myself starting to come (or jacking as she had called it). It felt like I had two pistons working in her. First one would squirt and then the other. Back and forth, over and over I spasmed. Never had I come so much. I must have passed out. When I came to, she was setting on my lap looking at me. 

"Damn you are wonderful," I said. 

"No, you are the one that has pleasured me like no one else ever has," she said. "Rah thanks you. I think maybe you have given me a present inside forever."

What the hell she meant by that was beyond me. With that, she leaned forward and kissed me. I had never been kissed with so much feeling before in my life. Also, by then my second cock had disappeared.

We picked up what tools and supplies I thought I would need and headed back to the clearing. When we got there I noticed there was no one there. I called Zon's name and was surprised when bears, mountain lions, birds and other animals came towards us. As they neared us, they changed back into the beautiful small women. 

I told them to get in and we could drive to the sight of their craft if they would show me the way. With Zon and Zee in the front with me and the rest in the back, we started across country. I could see the other girls crowd around Rah, listening to her as she rubbed her stomach. They all looked at me smiling.

Suddenly, from out of no where, Zon turned to me and said more as a matter of fact than not, "Mat, you have mated with Rah."

Looking at her I answered, "Yes, but it couldn't be helped."

"I know but not you realise this means that the others will want the same from you," she said.

"Everyone of them," I ask? "You too?"

"Yes, I also will want to sample you," she said.

"How and when will all this take place," I ask? "Or should I even ask?"

"We will stop soon," she said. "Then it will start. I can set up a schedule or you can choose which prefer to be first."

"Why don't we let them decide who will be first and so on," I sighed. "I don't want it to sound like it's an order or they have to get on a list."

We drove for another of couple of hours and during that the one called Zee was rubbing her nipples and smiling at me. "Somehow" I knew who would be next. 

We finally pulled off the road, into a stand of secluded trees as the sun was just starting to disappear.. By the time I slid of the truck, I had a raging hardon. The women made themselves busy trying to prepare something to eat, I wondered off to a small stream to bathe. I removed my clothes and submerged myself in the cool water. I looked up after a few minutes and saw Zee standing there. Out from behind her stepped Sha. Two for the price of one. I wondered what was in store for me now.

I stood up in all my glory and wade out of the water towards them. As I stepped out, I was met by Zee who plastered herself to me. My hard cock was slapping my belly as I gently lifted her up to my 6 foot 6 height and kissed her. Slowly I lowered her until I heard her sharp intake of breath and felt a tight warm, wet glove engulf my dick.

She at once started bouncing up and down on me while I held her and ran a finger in and out of her ass. The sounds she was making were indescribable but I could tell she was enjoying what I was doing. I was getting weak kneed so I lowered myself to the ground, never loosing contact with her. She continued to ride me like a horse. I happen to look up and standing over me was Sha. I licked my lips and she at once got the message. So far I hadn't sucked on either girls tits so I thought I would be working with just plain good old-fashioned sex. 

Sha squatted down over my face and I immediately started licking her clit and pussy. Each time I passed my tongue over her clit. She would scream. Finally not being able to stand any more I rammed my tongue deep up inside her cunt while rubbing each girls tits at the same time. Both were making weird noises and screaming.

YESSSS! MOREEEEE! GIVE ME MOREEEE! OHHHHH GOOOOOD. YESSSS-YESSSSSSSS! GIVE ME YOUR JUICE UGHHHHHH! MAKE ME SWELLLLL!

I remember thinking that I wish my tongue was a cock buried up in Sha. When all of a sudden it was there. My tongue had become a 10 in dick. Both girls were going crazy. Then I felt myself coming. I felt like my cocks were spitting our lava instead of come. It was that hot. 

I tried to scream but with Sha setting on my face (or my tongue or cock-tongue) I could barely breathe. My "tongue" too was spitting its juice into her tight cunt.

Both girls started screaming and bucking hard against me as I emptied myself into them.

Finally after we three had collapsed from exhaustion. I slowly rose and made my way to the stream. My tongue was back to normal and I needed a cool drink. I bent over to drink and heard splashing behind me. Looking up I found Zon striding towards with Che following close behind. Standing upright, I turned as they both reached me.

"Mat, do you think you are rested enough to handle two more of us," she ask. 

"I can do nothing but try," I replied smilingly.

With that Zon pressed her self to me and kiss me until I thought my toes were curling. Where in the hell had these women learned to kiss like that. I turned with one on each side and bent my head to suck on first one set of tits then the other. Again tasting the sweet liquid I had with Rah. Later, I remembered thinking, what it might feel like getting fucked by a man, if I was one of these girls.

We made our way to the bank and lay on the grass. Rolled on top of Che and slowly rubbed the tip of my dick up and down between her cunt lips. Her breathing quickened and she spread legs wider. Her juice was already starting to seep out of her cunt, running down the crack of her ass. I placed the head of my dick at her opening and drove into her with one swift motion. Her scream was almost deafening. Slowly I started my thrusting. First very slowly, then rapidly. Once again slowing down and pulling almost all the way out until just the head remained in her. Then slamming into her with all my strength. She was bucking so hard I could barely hold on.

Soon, Zon kneeled down beside us. She bent her head and started sucking on Che's long nipples. I could see her slowly drinking the same liquid I had but really didn't think anything about it. While Che was thrashing about in the throes of ecstasy, Zon rose and backed out of sight. Then I felt her behind me rubbing my ass. It felt like someone had driven a hot poker up in me. I looked back over my shoulder and saw why. Zon now had a dick of her own and was ramming me good with it. I thought as first she must have had it up my ass but when I reached back, I found my ass-hole with nothing in it. I felt lower and found something that wasn't there before. A PUSSY! Then I recalled what the heck I had thought about as I had sucked on both their tits. Then Zon saw what I had down there, so she sucked on Che's tits while thinking about a dick. What the hell, if you can't beat them, you might as well join them. Besides it was starting to feel pretty damn good.

Then Che screamed and rose to meet my last plunge as I emptied myself into her. Surprisingly, I was still rock hard. I guess with the pounding I was getting from Zon, I must be more turned on than usual. Che slowly worked her way out from under me and bent and gave me one of those soul-wrenching kisses. She then moved to where Zon was. I looked back to see her bend and stick one of Zon's tits in her mouth and suck for all she was worth. As she stood up, I couldn't believe my eyes. Right above her pussy, a huge dick began to appear. When it was about 12 inches long, I felt Zon withdraw from me and was replaced by Che. As she slid that big monster back into my "cunt," I thought I would come right then. Slowly as she was sliding it in and out of me, Zon worked her way under me. I noticed she still had a shaft and not thinking bent my head down and took it in my mouth. The soft smooth texture of it was surprising. I worked my tongue around and up and down its length until I heard her call my name.

"Mat! Please no more," she said. "I've got to have you in me."

I released her cock as she slid farther down under me. She reached down and guided me into her entrance. As Che drove me from the back, I dove to the hilt into Zon. Surprisingly she didn't scream or holler. She only grabbed my hips and pulled me deeper into her. As Che was pounding into me, I was likewise pounding into Zon but we were not pounding together. As I pulled back from Zon to ram her again, Che was just beginning he forward stroke. But having come all the way out of me, as she slammed back into me she missed my cunt and buried herself in my ass.

"AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," I screamed.

"OOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," Zon moaned.

Because I had driven all I had into her trying to escape the searing pain in my ass. Che, not realising the pain I was in kept right on fucking me. I remained still trying to let my ass-hole become accustomed to the invader. Slowly I started to slowly hammer in Zon again. Soon, it felt like my cock had grown twice as big because of the stimulation I was getting from the rear. Faster and faster I pounded into her until I felt the heat starting to rise from my balls. With one last lunge I started coming like a horse. As the spasms started subsiding, I felt Che empty her load in my ass and Zon's climax burst forth.

We must have sounded like we were all dying. Because the rest of the girls came running to see what was wrong. They stopped suddenly as they reached the bank and saw me lying on Zon and Che lying on me. All of us with silly looking smiles on our faces.

As we made our way very carefully back to camp (me, walking very bow-legged), I kept thinking about this situation. What kind of crazy world do these women come from? Why do they need men there if they can change themselves at will? I think I need to have a very serious talk with Zon tonight.

As we set around the fire eating, I casually ask Zon a few of the questions that had been bothering me. Her answers really surprised me.

"Mat, our world is dying due to the lack of males to impregnate our women. The few men we have left are old and are of little use to us as sex partners. Our species become pregnant very easily, so each one of us is carrying your child because you have put your seed in us. We can will ourselves to change physically by drinking the fluids of another of our species by simply thinking about it but we can not develop the sperm necessary to produce babies. Our mission was to find men in the universe to take back with us. To become fathers to our new world," she said.

I stayed up most of the night thinking about what she had told me. Until in the early morning hours Zen came to visit me. She was probably the prettiest of them all. Her huge tits waving as she walked towards me. She sat down beside me on the bed-roll and we talked. I asked her about her planet and what the weather was like. Did she think someone like me could be happy there. All the while I was closely watching for any reaction from her.

"Oh, I think you would be very happy there and with a man of your talents (hee-hee she giggled) I think you would be the most popular man around. The weather and the country are a lot like her only warmer. The trees stay green all the time. But please Mat, right now, can you-how did you say it- uh, can you fuck me?" she ask.




Dear Season



Fucking this sweet young woman would probably be the easiest thing I'd ever done. I couldn't take my eyes off of her mountainous tits. Her nipples had to be 11/2 inches long and as big around as a quarter. I gathered her in my arms and kissed her. Again there was another one of those toe curling kisses. I had to remember to ask them about that too. 

I rubbed all over her. I caressed her butt, her pussy and her tits. I wanted to play her like a fine musical instrument. Soon she was purring like a wild cat. She reached over and inhaled my dick. I mean in one swift swoop, she swallowed every inch of me. God, she was a wild cat. I quickly turned around and buried my face in her cunt. We were like two wild uninhibited dogs. Nothing but wild wanton sex. I wanted every drop of juice I could swallow from her pussy. 

I finally couldn't stand it any longer. She was driving me insane. I moved up and clamped my mouth over one of those huge nipples. It was like I had turned on a water faucet. She had so much liquid in them that I couldn't swallow fast enough. I sucked greedily from both. Then I turned her over on her hands and knees. I got behind her and rubbed her cunt with my dick until her cunt lips opened like a lotus blossom. 

She looked at me and said, "Mat, please be gentle, it's my first time to mate."

Shit, I was about to fuck an extraterrestrial virgin. I slowly slid my cock in until I felt I hit a brick wall. I left it there for a minute or two and then withdrew until just the tip remained in her. I grabbed both of her hips and jammed forward for all I was worth.

"UGHHHHHHHHH- - NOOOOO IT HURTS- -OOOOOOHHHHHHHH-MAT! IT HURTS- - - OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH- - BUT DON'T STOP- - PLEASE DON'T EVER STOP!!!!!!"

I then started to make smooth slow thrust. Then as she loosened up and began to become slick form her juices, I speeded up my pounding.

Zen was like a wild woman possessed. She couldn't get enough. She kept begging for me to hammer her. No matter how hard I did, it didn't seem to be enough. Suddenly towards the back of my cock I felt something weird. Sort of a swelling. Then I remembered thinking about dogs while I was sucking her tits. That's what it was. A dog knot. Grabbing hold of her hips again I lunged forward with all the strength I could muster. She screamed again as the knot slipped in and began to rapidly expand. Soon she could feel the extra width of my dick. 

"WHATS HAPPENING?? OOOOOHHHHHHH. ITS SO BIG- -IT'S GETTING BIGGER AND BIGGER- -I'M THERE - - I'M JACKING- - I'M JACKINGGGGGGGGGGGGG- -MAT- - DO MEEEEEEE!!!"

My knot had swollen to about 4 inches across and would be stuck together for quite a while. Then I felt myself coming. Damn is this what a dog feels like? It just kept pouring out of me. Every time I would stop, her cunt muscles would spasm and I would start coming again. Her belly looked like it must have had a gallon of come in it from the way it hung down. We were hung together for over an hour. I realised I was in love with this girl. Her innocence and youth did something to me. What would Zon say? All night we stayed together snuggling and clinging to each other. In the early morning we made love again. But with no unusual side effects. Just two normal people (almost).

The next morning everyone was up early. Within about four hours we were at the site of their craft. After a short inspection I found I could fix their problem fairly easy. Now I had a decision to make. Plus I still had Hon to impregnate.

I called Zon over and told her we need to talk. I told her I had a problem and maybe, just maybe she was the one that could help me.

"Yes Mat, I will try to help if I can," she said.

"It's like this. I've to make a choice whether to go home with you or stay here and hope that Zen will stay with me. You see, I really care for her and I think she cares for me. I don't know how she would react if I was to be shared by all the women on your planet. I know you all will have my children but I really want here to keep having mine. So I hope you understand my dilemma. What do you think?"

Zon studied me for along time before she spoke. 

"Mat, I can see that you and Zen are meant to be together. As far as having to share you with anyone, that would be yours and her choice. There would be some of our kind that you would want to impregnate with Zen's help but mostly it would be done artificially.

"You see, Zen is the Queen of our world. She came on this mission to gain the wisdom and knowledge to be our queen. Her mother left us about (in your time) one year ago. So when Zen returns she will assume her rightful place on the throne. If you returned with her you would be our King. You would help govern our world with the same kindness and stamina you have shown us here on your world. But as far as her staying here---that can never be," she said.

I called Zen over to where we were sitting and ask her one simple question,

"Zen it is entirely up to you. Do you want me to return with you to be your mate and King for the rest of our lives," I ask.

Zen rushed to me and threw herself into my arms knocking us both to the ground saying, "Mat, I love you with all that is in me. I could not bear it for you not to go with me." 

"OK," I said standing. "Let's get this trip started. We've a long distance to travel and I've got a lot of work to do when we get to where we are going. Speaking of that Hon, since you are the only one I haven't been with, if you will visit me after we take-off, I will try to remedy that. After that I imagine I will be very busy with our Queen."

Everyone was cheering and laughing as we boarded the craft. At the door I turned and looked around, thinking that maybe one day I would return to see how my home world had evolved. Maybe my whole family would return.

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Dear Senator John Goff



Dear Senator John Goff,

Having personally struggled with this bad economy, it's long past the time that I write you. I'm a middle-aged daughter of second generation immigrants to this wonderful land and my heart is broken by what has taken place in our country. I'm expressing what it's really been like for millions of United State's concerned and united middleclass citizens during this economic recession and the tragic downfall of our country. Yes, I truly mean tragic downfall when referring all that's happened since the year 2000.

Having been born of Eastern European descent, actually, Czechoslovakian on my Mom's side and English on my Dad's side, working hard is a way of life for me and not just my occupation. I held my first paying job at fourteen years old and worked hard my whole life until for the first time I couldn't find a job. Not the way that it used to be, leaving one job one week for a better job the next week, I've been out of work for a very long time. Now with no more money coming in, having begged money from all of my friends and relatives, I've used up all of my unemployment benefits that some malign as entitlements given to the lazy, the users, and the abusers of the government welfare systems.

Being that I'm a sexual incest survivor, the only reason I haven't given up hope is that I'm a survivor. Never giving up is my personal ray of hope and my life's light that never completely extinguishes. Having already been homeless, surviving on the streets, sleeping in shelters, and eating at missions, after a flood took everything that I owned, I've already been through my lowest point. Now the only way is from here is up, that is with the helping hand and the assistance of my government.

Having volunteered my time at shelters before, I've always been a proud woman and have taken care to provide for others' needs as well as my own. It was a real eye opener for me to stand on the other side of the counter. For someone with my ethical and hard working background, it was a humiliating experience to stand in line at the mission while waiting to accept free food when I was always the one donating it. If I hadn't been so hungry, I never would have accepted it. Having so much false pride, I'd think that someone else needed the food more than I did.

I also had to register at a food bank and, when I went there for the first time, all I could feel was shame for being so poor, anger for being terminally unemployed, and desperation for myself and for the others who were there seeking help as well. There were lots of single mothers with small children just as there were plenty of middle-aged men who should be working instead of standing in line and waiting for a free handout. All of us voiced the same issues. Willing and able to work, we all want to work and to earn a living but there are no jobs. Nonetheless with all of us needing to survive to look for work for another day, we all did what we needed to do to endure the hardship by accepting help when we needed it the most.

I'm also without health insurance and haven't been to the doctor in well over three years because I can't afford to have a check-up. The fees and the co-pays are astronomical and testing of any kind is not possible for someone in my dire, financial situation. I'm poor and desperate but more than that, I don't fit the definition of what others think of as a poor person is. I was middle class. Now, without any income, I'm the poorest of the poor and the most desperate of the desperate. There, I've finally said it. I'm poor and desperate.

I've worked temp jobs whenever they're available and whenever they call me. Better than picking up cans and bottles from the gutter, I've never turned down work no matter how little the pay and belittling the job. Only, it's hard to accept work and to pass on jobs to earn some money when I don't have a car and the bus route doesn't go all the way to the mall from where I live in the spare bedroom of a Mennonite woman on her farm. Difficult for you to understand my financial situation when, no doubt, you've never been in my shoes. I don't expect you to understand my medical situation either. As a public servant, now there's an oxymoron, a politician serving the public, unlike the constituents that you represent, you have access to the best healthcare benefits in the world.

If you have the best healthcare, being that I'm your boss, the voter who put you in office and who pays you by my taxes to represent me, shouldn't we have the same healthcare too? Yet, you dare call our meager healthcare Obama care when you public servants have the best healthcare in the world. How dare you! I wonder what we, as average American citizens, should call your healthcare, Royalty care?

Whenever I hear the word entitlements, it makes me want to scream. When the rest of us are struggling, our elected, public servant politicians, refer to the hardworking, albeit unemployed and underemployed middle class as lazy people who refuse to work. How dare they! How dare you!

Our elected officials see us as people not trying to help themselves while holding our hands out for free public programs. It's an outrage that the hard working poor, the underemployed, the unemployed, the elderly, the disabled, and the good, law abiding, retired citizens who have worked so hard to build this great country all of their lives are viewed as no good for nothing money grubbers and entitlement takers. If you were to make your entitlement benefits public and if we were to tabulate all of the entitlement programs of the legislators, no doubt, you'd be embarrassed and we'd all be enraged. Between the free trips, free meals, free gifts, healthcare, doctors that come to see you instead of you going to see them, your private cafeteria and gym, and the extravagant budgets you are given with every Congressional committee you sit on while doing absolute nothing, how dare you call the kettle black.

The vast majority of the unemployed middle class have tried over and over again to find work without success. Yet, after you sent all of the high paying manufacturing jobs out of the country to Canada, Mexico, Brazil, Japan, Taiwan, India, and now China, the only jobs left are service related part-time jobs, jobs with the lowest hourly rate and jobs without benefits. The best I've been able to get is some temporary, part-time work with no benefits that paid slightly higher than minimum wage. Just as I can't survive on that, there's no getting my life back on that low wage. All that it would take to ruin all that I've worked so hard to build, is to become ill.

Sincerely,

Concerned and United Middleclass. 

Dear Concerned United Middleclass,

Forget the formalities just because I'm a United States Senator and you're not. Please, call me Jack Goff.

Now, who are you and why do you keep writing me?

Go away.

Senator Jack Goff 

Dear Jack Goff,

Now that we're friends, kind of, not really, not at all. You don't have to call me Concerned and United Middleclass. Please call me CUM.

Whether Republican or Democrat all I hear on the news is that the House and Congress is stuck in a stalemate, a standoff of stubbornness that hurts every taxpayer and every voter but you. If you were all sincere about turning the economy around and paying down the deficit, you'd put Americans back to work instead of outsourcing our jobs. You'd pass laws to make it illegal for American companies to shelter their income in countries where they don't pay taxes.

Tragically, the reason why you don't want to put Americans back to work is because there's no money in it for you. There's more money in helping big business make higher profits by taking advantage of the cheap labor overseas. It's not about the recession, the deficit, or about jobs, it's all about money, which is why every politician leaves Washington much richer than whence they came. Unlike the rest of us, we become poorer and you become richer.

It seems to me, with your big budget to run your large staff that cater to your every whim, you've never known what it's like to do and to go without. With your health club membership, free cafeteria food, all expense paid vacations, lease cars and homes, free gifts, and benefits that the average American will never know what you receive for being such a self-sacrificing public servant, we're all duped to believe that we're the ones looking for handouts when it's just the opposite Senator. How dare you say we're not entitled to unemployment benefits, Social Security, Medicare, and Medicaid, after we've all worked so very hard to earn them and after all the entitlements that you, your colleagues, and your family receives. When the rest of us are struggling to pay back college tuition loans, your children are attending the best universities for free by you passing legislation that will favor the colleges in your district. Shame on you for making pacts with the devil. Bordering on extortion, isn't that bribery?

What in world do you think it feels like when we hear that our government is emptying out the coffers to the banking industry without an accounting and/or follow-up for how the money is distributed and/or spent. An open ended, no interest loan, when will that money be paid back when you don't even know how much was given. Just as our loan documents are part of our credit history, shouldn't those loan documents to banks, automakers, and insurance companies be of public record too? When do I get my bailout Senator?

Instead of helping the economy by giving loans to start businesses, buy homes and cars, the banks horded their TARP monies instead and didn't help those who were supposed to get their financial support. When the rest of us were losing our homes, our cars, our 401K's, our future, and our hope, the banks and oil companies were making record profits and giving 8 figure bonuses. When I don't have a job, can't afford to pay rent, buy food, and pay my college loans, where is my bailout?

Sincerely, 

CUM

Dear CUM,

Never one to admit that Senator Jack Goff and CUM don't work hand in hand, you stroke me and I'll ejaculate you, I mean, I'll take care of you.

If you'd like to make a contribution to my reelection campaign, please send your check made out to me personally, or cash, preferably cash, should I not win reelection, to Jack Goff.

Thank you and have a nice day.

Sincerely,

Senator Jack Goff

Dear Jack Goff,

Here we are borrowing from China to distribute what we borrow to foreign lands. Every year we give billions and trillions of dollars to countries who despise us. It's a waste of the lives of our people and of our money to fight wars we can't possibly win because the people involved have been at war for centuries and do not have any intention of co-existing in peace. Those trillions of dollars that we give to every country other than our own could well served feeding the hungry and sheltering the homeless here in our own country. We have too many disabled, unemployed, hungry, homeless, and poor in this country. 

Yet, instead of fixing a broken economy, by turning the focus at home to what's happening overseas, we waved the American flag and blamed the war on revenge for the destruction of the Twin Towers. Truly, I don't understand why we started a war with Iraq. President Bush said they had weapons of mass destruction. Yet, weapons of mass destruction were never found. Vice President Cheney's old company, Halliburton, was awarded a no-bid contract to supply our troops. Are you kidding me? A no-bid contract in this time of government waste and watch dog spending, how and why was Halliburton given a no-bid contract?

In the meantime, Angelo Mozilo, a Bush, close personal friend and campaign contributor, the CEO of Country Wide Bank, the bank that gave out so very many fraudulent mortgages to those who lost their homes, was given a free pass. After paying a fine, he was allowed to walk away with 450 million tax free dollars while the rest of us couldn't afford to put food on our tables and gas in our cars. Yet, if a black man stole a loaf of bread to feed his family he'd be incarcerated for twenty years.

Testifying and lying to Congress, Treasury Secretary Paulson assured us that Lehman Brothers, his old company, was sound one month and bankrupt the next month. Being that he was a savvy business man and United States Treasurer, why did he say that, especially when he knew it wasn't true? Furthermore, why wasn't he charged with perjury, arrested, and sent to jail? I'll tell you why. Because he needed to cash in his stock options before Lehman Brothers filed for bankruptcy and the rest of us found out the real truth about his own company.

Now, I'm not financial wizard, but isn't that called insider trading and illegal to do? He's another one who walked away with 450 million tax free dollars on the pretense of serving the public. Too outrageously disturbing to be true, if I read all of this in a novel, I'd never believe it.

With too many greedy hands stealing from the same pot at the expense of the average middle class American, it's as if our government has gone insane and no one knows where to begin to fix the massive problems. As you know from the polls, the vast majority of Americans do not trust elected officials to act upon our behalf and believe that they are incapable of compromise to effect the appropriate changes needed to save our county from destruction. Aren't you embarrassed to even accept a paycheck when you haven't earned it? If you're not, you should be. Shame on you.

Sincerely,

CUM

Dear CUM,

Thank you for contacting the office of Jack Goff. I've enclosed a tiny American flag and an autographed photo of me with the president. I'm the one way in the back of the room, to the left, in the corner.

Sincerely, 

Senator Jack Goff

Dear Senator Jack Goff,

Thank you for the flag and for the picture. 

Why isn't it possible to enact laws that will keep our jobs in our country? Free enterprise and competition was a good thing when initiated. Yet, with the advent of a global economy ruling over a national one and our laws against monopolies broken in favor of the United States having one mega bank, one huge oil company, and three select car companies price fixing, the subsequent laws that passed to encourage free trade were done so in favor of big business and against the continuation of unions and the betterment middleclass.

We need tougher laws on immigration, as most all other countries have, and we need some emergency laws passed to stop exporting jobs and to make it more affordable for foreign countries to import our goods. We also need term-limit laws for our elected officials so that they will spend more time working on the people's business instead of spending the majority of their time working on their own personal business of fund raising for re-election. We need to stop pact funding, phony umbrella companies funded by billionaires to push their personal agendas. We need to put a leash on lobbyists so that they can't forward their interests over our interests. We need to take care of the United State's citizens first, secure our borders, stay out of wars unless someone is trying to attack our land, and to stomp out the corrupt greed in government and business.

No one needs to take home a bonus of several million dollars while there is so much suffering going on all over the country. The greed of government officials and corporate business is disgusting. How can those greedy individuals live with themselves? Have they lost their sense of decency? This horrible greed is going to be the downfall of our nation if something isn't done now. 

We need serious and thoughtful help now. One only need research the fall of the Roman Empire and see the amazing similarities of their fall from greatness with the way the United States' policies are today. Our society will end just as the Roman's did if we don't quickly make the needed radical changes.

There are so many of us continuing to suffer and the majority are losing hope for their personal future as well as for the country's. Please shake up the other law makers and try to make them understand the seriousness of this situation. Please. Now.

Signed, 

CUM

Dear CUM,

Please don't rock the boat. 

Now fuck off.

Senator Jack Off 



Dear Sexgod #01



Dear Sexgod-

I just had to write and tell you about the great dream I had last night! By the way, thanks for the groovy weekend baby!

I came into the house smiling although I was trying to juggle my overnight bag, a twelve pack of beer and my purse. I was smiling because I was thinking of the fun I was soon going to be having with you! I went up the stairs into the golden inviting light and the smells of cooking. I saw you smiling at me from behind the stove while you stirred whatever it was that smelled so damn good.

I put the beer on the counter and dropped the bag and the purse into a chair near the tiny table and walked over to you. You were still smiling at me and I felt a shiver of anticipation run through me. I reached up and touched your face with my fingertips. You pulled me into your arms and held my head up against your shoulder. Your long hair wasn't in a ponytail and it smelled great. I rubbed my face in it, breathing in the delicate scent with relish.

You held my face up to yours and kissed me so softly with your warm lips. I couldn't help but moan with the pleasure. I asked you if the food could wait because I knew I wouldn't be able to. You went to the stove and turned the burners off. You came back to where I was standing and grinned your devilish grin-- the one I always know will bring me something good. You reached out and took me by the hand and pulled me towards your bedroom door. I didn't need much pulling!

As we entered your room you turned the lights dimmer with the switch on the wall with one hand and pushed me gently towards your bed with the other. I stood beside the bed and watched you strip near the laundry basket. You turned to see me watching and then you came to me-- already huge and obviously wanting me the way I was wanting you. I let you lift my shirt and felt you slide your hand over the material of my pretty turquoise bra before the shirt was even over my head. My nipples immediately became even harder and I really wanted you to put them into your sweet mouth. So I quickly pulled down the skirt and panties I had on and reached out to you to get on the bed with me (which you did willingly and with that grin on your face again!). We lay down and held each other tenderly for just a moment and then I had to push your head towards my nipple. You kissed it slowly and teased it with your teeth and then I pushed your head down hard onto my breast and moaned as you sucked the nipple quick and hard into your hot wet mouth.

I felt you push your hand between my thighs and smelled your hair...mmmm. I could taste your breath and then you kissed me, thrusting your tongue between my lips. Just the tip at first and then more...I licked your tongue and lips slowly and reached for your hand. I pushed your finger into my already wet pussy with mine...mmmm. I kept kissing you and reached for your cock with my other hand...I knew it would be throbbing and hard and it was, just waiting for me to stroke it softly a few times and then squeeze it hard! I licked your nose and then pulled your wet finger from me. I licked myself off your finger and touched it to my nipple. You played with that nipple for a minute while I squeezed and stroked your hot cock. 

I bent my head to start kissing and licking your chest, teasing your nipple, kissing your tummy, my hand never leaving your hardness...mmmm. I finally let go, but only to gently put your balls in my hand as I took your flaming hot cock into my wet warm mouth and slowly pushed it as deep inside me as it would go...mmmm. I sucked you into me as far into as i could get you and your hardness felt so good in me. I slobbered all over you as I sucked you in and out so slowly. Then faster and harder and deeper than I ever felt you inside me before! And, oh baby, I was so very happy when you reached for my hair and wrapped your hand in it to push me all the way onto you while I drank you down so greedily as you filled my mouth with the happy ending we both desired...mmmm. 

I awoke from my lovely dream with a huge smile on my face, throbbing for you and happy to know that I will be seeing you soon, baby! mmm mmmm...



Dear Sexgod #02



When the phone rings, I already know it's you baby, even though I don't yet have caller I.D.

I am happy to talk to you because I wasn't expecting to do that today!

We chat about "everyday" stuff for a few minutes and I tell you that I was just going to get in the shower. You ask me if I can come let you in the house first because you have been sitting on my front porch this whole time! I rush downstairs in only my towel and let you in.

I am so happy to see you, but I am both happy and exasperated for the surprise! We kiss for a minute and my towel slides lower. I pull it up reluctantly and I tell you that I want you very badly but I want to take my shower first. You agree with a grin and tell me you'll just be lying on my bed watching television while I shower! I shower as quickly, yet thoroughly, as I can, all the time thinking of you lying in the bedroom waiting for me. I have a feeling of smiling with my whole body the entire time!

I step out of the shower and dry off with a big fluffy towel which I then use to wrap up my hair. I go to the bed where you are waiting, wearing nothing but your "power socks", your "devil" grin, and your lucious hardness. I put two pillows midway down the bed and lay down with the pillows under my knees. 

You start by rubbing my feet and toes. Mmmm... It feels so good! When you suck my big toe just a little, I like that alot! You work your way up my legs a bit at a time, kneading the pain out of me. I stretch and moan. Mmmm... You begin massaging my inner thighs--each leg for a moment or two and then you bend your head to me and kiss the inside of my legs a li'l bit. Mmmm... 

You force my legs apart and get in between them, smiling devilishly at me as I shiver at the thought of what is going to happen next. I watch you as you lower your warm lips to mine and you start licking me with just the tip of your tongue. I like that, baby! You grab the inside of my leg and squeeze it as you push your tongue into me. Your beautiful long hair hangs over me and feels so good on my thighs! You look up and see me looking at you and you smile. So do I!

As you lick and nibble on me and squeeze my leg, I feel like I am floating in light and warmth. Mmmm... I reach my hand into your hair and push you down, so deep down into me. Oh my Sexgod, it feels so fucking sweet! I gasp as you slip one finger into me while you continue to lick and kiss me in the most personal way. You move your finger slowly and deeply into my wetness and then add another finger for only a moment. You pull your fingers out of my juices and slip them into your mouth to taste me. The original finger gets slipped back into me as you continue the licking and sucking of my lips and the poking around my clit with your tongue that drives me wild. I shiver and feel the blood rushing to my head...

Baby, I am feelin it so good! My pussy starts to twitch in anticipation of the best feeling yet! Mmmm...I grab your hair and push you down harder into me as you lick and suck me faster and harder, all the while your finger is moving slowly inside of me...

Oh my Sexgod, I am gonna cum on your beautiful face! My pussy is throbbing and twitching and clenching on your finger as I push your face into me. Fuck yeah, baby, fuck yeah!! I feel hot pulsating waves of me cumming all over you as you don't stop licking and pinching and kissing me. It's awesome, baby, and so are you! 

You grin your "devil" grin up at me with my cum shining on your face and beard. Then you lay on top of me to kiss me deeply, holding my head in one hand. Then you gently rub your cumdrenched beard on my face and kiss me ever so softly. You hold me in your arms and squeeze me so tightly, smiling, as you kiss me again and again. I kiss and hug you back happily as I think to myself what a very lucky girl I am! 

Surprise visits can be so much fun!! 

Woo hoo! Thanks Hotstuff! Meeooww!!

I'll Write Again Soon!! oxoxoxo



Dear Sexgod #03



Dear Sexgod #3 U R Delicious

We're drinkin that pineapple tequila you brought over before. We're warm and laughing and talking about nothing in particular, sitting next to each other on your couch with Nirvana playing. You are smiling at me with that devilish look in your eyes that you get right before you do something to make me feel really good. You reach over and take the glass from my hand and put it on the table beside yours. 

You get on your knees and move in front of me and you start kissing me. You slip your tongue in and out of my mouth slowly and then lick my lips as you rub my left nipple thru my blouse. You then slip your hand under the blouse and squeeze my nipple as you keep kissing me. I sit on the edge of the couch and stroke your hair while you lift my shirt and put my breast to your mouth, first licking and then sucking it. Baby, what you are doing to me makes me moan out loud with pleasure. You look up at me and then I pull you up to kiss your lips again, as we start pulling your shirt over your head. 

Then you stand and I see the inviting bulge of you waiting to be set free. I unzip your pants and tug them to the floor and then slowly pull down your underwear to reveal your rosy hardness with a smile on my face. I put my lips to your tummy and kiss and lick you all around until I smile up at you and then lift your cock and slip it so slowly slowly into my wet mouth. Mmm mmmm baby, you taste so good...I hold you deep inside me--as deep as I can while I flit my tongue around you in my wetness. You put your hands in my hair and hold me to you and I can feel your pulse throbbing in my mouth. I slip my lips up and down on your length a few times, very slowly baby. I want this to last.

I lick you and grab your ass in both hands. I feel my mouth watering so I slam you hard into my wetness, over and over, getting faster. I stop suddenly and look up at you with your cock in my mouth and my hands on your round little ass, licking and teasing you as I see you smiling down at me. You reach down to me and pull me up and when I am standing you tell me to take off my pants. 

You walk around to the other side of the couch and I get on my knees and face your beautiful big dick which I proceed to lick and then stuff greedily down my throat. I ram you into my wet mouth harder and faster! As I listen to you moaning with pleasure, it inspires me to keep pulling you into me and licking you and squeezing your ass and pretty much eating you alive for a few minutes until you pull my hair and tell me to get up and come around to your side of the couch.

I do that and you bend me over the back of the couch. You quickly shove your rockhard cock into my achingly wet pussy. You pump me so strong and fast! I feel my whole body start shaking as I get closer to cumming so damn good and hard. I feel as if I will just literally explode and then I do--cumming and cumming on your big hot dick as you are ramming and ramming your hardness into me baby! You are squeezing my ass and I callout, "Fuck yeah!" more than a few times as I nearly pass out from the pleasure!  

You pull out of my still twitching pussy and turn me around, telling me to fall to my knees on the floor in front of you which I happily do. You shove your redhot dick (already covered in my cum!) into my mouth and then, as you are telling me to "Open wide, baby!" you are suddenly squirting great gushes of your cum all over my tongue and my lips and down onto my boobs! You are just squirting so much and it tastes so damn good! I am trying to lick it all off you and me as I laugh with delight! I try to wipe a little more cum off of my face before I kiss you, but then I just grab your ass hard with one hand and push your face to my face. 

We are laughing and you kiss me and I kiss you as I lick your beautiful face and beard and try to clean you up a little bit baby! Yummy!

So very delicious you are, my messy but oh so sweet addiction... 



Dear Shannon 01



Any man can have the woman of his dreams, and can push the imagination to new heights, all you have to do is open your mind. Look at how long I have been doing it. 

This is a story of fiction and none of this has happened in my past.



Dear Shannon, 

I just thought I would write to you and let you know, over the weekend I was thinking about you constantly, and had a serious dream of our next meeting. 

I am not sure if you want to hear it, but I will tell you anyway. 

Please get comfortable, and just remember, in my heart you are, and will always be. 

It all starts with one simple letter letting you know I am coming back home, if only for a visit, a weekend, just short enough to smell the bad air of home again. 

You read this letter and you wonder if I am up to something, or if I just want you to know. 

Days pass, weeks pass, and nothing, but then you want to call, but you stay away. 

It has been months since we have seen each other, and you have an all-familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach antagonizing you. 

I go through all my time, realizing its you I love, you who I want to be with, and you are the one who my desires yearn for and who I wish to ravage at night. 

Finally the weekend of my birthday comes along, and the only thing you get is a message on your door in Braille tape stating: 

Isaac was here

Please meet me here 

Both Braille labels are holding a piece of paper up against your door, and although you don't know what the Braille label says yet, you can see there is an address on the paper. 

You rush upstairs, and punch up hot Braille on your computer, as you realize I left the Braille very simple, just for you to read. 

As you input the different combinations you realize what it says, and you realize, I want you to meet me somewhere fairly close to you. 

The address leads to a nice out of the way hotel, and your body quivers with a chill at the realization of what kind of plans are developing. 

You try to write an email, but your fingers don't work, nothing comes out, and you stop. 

You lie back in your chair and just doze off and let your body give in to the feelings of what's to happen. 

Minutes seem like hours, and hours seem like days, but then you realize you have to decide if you are going to meet me. 

As you try to clear your mind, you realize another note has been left on your door, and no Braille this time, but a typed note stating: 

Shannon, 

If you are going to meet me, I want you to realize there is no turning back, if you show up, just ask for a key to room 6969, and when you come in you can either kiss me full on the lips or you can slowly kneel at the edge of the bed and submit to your passion. 

The rest of the note continues to detail what you should wear, and time to be there, but your fingers shake with anticipation, and your mouth goes dry at the thought. 

Please wear my favorite skirt and a nice loose shirt showing off a nice bit of skin. 

I realize its cold out, so you can always wear my gift to you, or clothes of your choice. 

As you realize there is a box at your feet, and you take the time to open it slowly. 

There is a nice long fleece jacket, and you put it against your skin, and realize there is a note inside. 

Shannon, 

If you wear this, you aren't to wear anything else except make up. 

You realize the Goosebumps are coming more frequent now and your nipples are straining against your bra begging for attention. 

The original letter finishes with: 

Shannon, I want you, need you and hope you decide to come, if you do, I know what it means, and if you don't, I know what it means. 

You put it all down and realize your life is going to change either way you go, and ultimately its crossing a line your not sure you're ready for. 

My birthday arrives, and you decide to show up. 

I sit in the hotel room waiting for you, and you take the time to straighten your clothes and put on my favorite smells, but when you open the door, you realize its dark, but you aren't sure where I am. 

You remember not to say anything, and you decide instead of taking a passive approach, you are going to be proactive. 

You search the room looking for me, and when you find me sitting on the edge of the bed, you close your eyes slowly, and softly kiss me. 

Our passion grows until you feel my hardness pressing between us, and as you do, you release the kiss for a second to let your body free. 

You then take off the jacket I gave you and your naked skin is free from all restraint. 

We are both naked now and continue to kiss passionately, fiercely enough for you to lean in to me and fall on top of me and continue to crawl up my body to maintain contact. 

I whisper to you how much I want you and how much I can't wait to be inside you, but you shhhh me and continue to nibble me slowly. 

We moan softly with passion, and as you roll on your back, you pull me on top of you and slide me inside you quickly. 

My cock is hot, hard and ready for you, as I have been waiting for this moment, since we were together all those months ago. 

You raise your legs, wrap them around me and mold to my body as I pump you slow, but hard. 

Our kiss continues through the entire session, and we lock even tighter as you pull me with all your desire closer to you and lock your arms around me as well. 

I come hard inside you, and for the first time in the many years we have known each other we don't care about condoms or stopping. 

We share in the passion felt from day one, and built up for all this time, and as you grind out every ounce of fluid I have, your desire to orgasm gets even stronger. 

You give me the sexiest voice I have ever heard from you and you say you want me to taste you. 

Not having any problem with your taste, I slide out of you and slide my fingers inside you and begin to slowly lick your clit as you grind slowly and run your fingers through my hair. 

You come hard with one long moan, and I don't let go of your luscious thighs until you completely come down from your orgasm. 

Finally, I slide up behind you and wrap you in my arms and whisper softly, "I missed you my princess and won't leave you ever again."

You drift off to sleep, as I realize how different my life will be with you instead of without. 

Signed:

TMWLY

November 29, 2005



Dear Shannon 02



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This story is true and names have been changed to protect the participants 

Dear Shannon, 

I am sitting here thinking about you again, and I realized I haven't said what's truly on my mind. You don't even have to ask to invade my senses, take over my every being, it just happens, and it's like you are right there with me. While running through some of our old memories, some of our first, and plenty more, one thing came to mind, I can't forget. I don't know if you remember "queen of the dammed". This movie added a different dimension to our relationship and to this day still drives me to dribble with anticipation. Let me take you back to the day you showed me a different side of you. 

On this day, you came to my house with your skirt and halter-top, and if I recall, it was an outfit you wore on a cruise. Let me tell you, I wanted to devour you from the moment I saw all of your luscious skin, and felt you next to me. From the moment I opened the door, and took your hand and let you in, and smelled your perfume, I knew this day was going to be special. 

I pulled you into the house and pushed you up against the wall for a short yet passionate kiss, just to let you feel my hardening cock, and to feel the outfit which you have teased me with for days. After a few short nibbles a drubbing your inner thighs to see how warm your sex was, I let you go, so that we could start our evening of fun. As we started the movie, and you sat back, and I started rubbing your feet, I caressed every inch from your toes to your hips slowly and deliberately letting you know that this movie was going to distract me from my purposeful march toward your sex. 

For some reason as the movie progressed, me in my sweats, couldn't control myself. 

Maybe it was the continuous battles for control happening, or the idea's of vampires and biting and nibbling and the sucking of fluids, because at that moment, that was all that I could think have. 

I continue to run my fingers over your bare skin, and as I search for how much your halter-top shows, I just lean in and slowly begin to nibble you. By this point I am as hard as a rock, and my patients is very thin for the tease you are offering. I try to maintain my composure, and go back to rubbing your feet and legs. I slowly run my fingers up your inner thigh, and I see you're starting to give in. I part those thick outer lips, and slide a finger into you slowly. 

As I do this, I place soft kisses on your feet and toes, slowly traveling up your calves and to the inside of your knees and to your inner thighs trying to follow that finger toward your wetness which is starting to flow. At this point, all focus goes away from the movie, and our passion begins to ignite. 

You pull me up between your legs, for a passionate kiss, and as I try to figure out how to remove your halter, you in a simple twist of the fingers, release your breast and the taut nipples I have come to enjoy. We slowly kiss, and I pull you into a sitting position on my lap, and completely remove your halter, and slide my hand up your inner thigh, as we continue to kiss and fondle each other. I suck your neck gently, nibble your collarbone, and suck on your breast and nipples, all until I couldn't stand it anymore. I put you on the love seat, and spread your legs, and as I kneel on the floor in front of you, I slide my hardness inside you. 

Let me tell you, the feeling of your warm body against mine, drives me to the edge of sanity, and I push inside you and just hold my heat inside you. We then start pushing our hips together in a rhythm only you and I can understand, but as I get close to the edge of explosion, I pull away, and kiss all over your body until neither one of us can stand it anymore. 

I then pull you off the couch, and push you on to my foot stools, and with you laying on your stomach, your ass is exposed, and instead of kissing your breast and clit, I kiss all over your rear and your back. I love the feel of your tight thighs when you are on your stomach, and I nibble on your back as well With one swift motion I take my cock and slide inside you, and begin to take you from behind with a tension never felt before. Our bodies grind and slam together, and I want to stop, but my hardness seems to mold with you and we keep going. Like a freight train downhill, we make sure to moan and carry our passion in ways only heard by us. Finally, we let go and bring each other to explosive points, and collapse in one mass of flesh. 

We drag ourselves to the bedroom, and make love slowly, and fall asleep in each other's arms. 

This is one of those moments I won't ever forget, and I hope you don't either. 

Signed: 

TMWLY

November 30, 2005 



Dear Shannon 03



Dear Shannon, 

I recently wrote you another letter, and it took me back to the days of "praising the princess" and the enjoyment we both received out of the activity. 

I am not sure if you remember them, but just in case, sit back, let me borrow your mind, and let's look back. 

These praises for you, my princess, were always very sensual and tender. I would always have the thought of anal play with you, and being the man I am, I had to see if you were interested. 

First, I would let you shower, and while waiting for you to get done, I would put on some music and as you would come out of the shower and towel off, I would spin you around, and pull you to me. Most of the time during the process of you being pulled to me, your towel would come loose from your body, and I would be able to catch a glimpse of my prize, before you attempt to cover up again, and I could go into attack mode, but sometimes, I wanted to play it cool and sit back and let you come to me. 

The key is Since your bed was on the floor, it made it relatively easy to get under your towel, and with your damp skin, it made it even easier, because I could just tease you behind your knee's or any where else for that matter, and you would just have to wiggle just a little, and your towel would fall away. 

Secondly, I would begin to run my fingers up your legs and caress your thighs and ass slowly, and as both of our arousals went up, I would continue to increase my pressure, to show my need for you. 

Throughout the process of showing my need for you, my cock would begin to get hard , and you were just standing their letting me know that you were loving the attention I was giving you, but I had to hold myself together, because I hadn't gotten to the ultimate prize yet. 

Third, I would pepper the backs of your legs with kisses until you were quivering with desire, and your Goosebumps were starting to show. 

I knew once I felt the Goosebumps, that our body was a puddle for me to mold, and it was a matter of time, before I could have a taste of you on my tongue. 

Fourth, I would spin you to me, and let your towel fall away, and as you would catch it, I would nibble your hips, and your pubic area, and let you lock my head between your fingers. Once your towel fell away, and I smelled that sweet smell of your shampoo and soap, and felt all of your skin, and felt the wrinkle of your nipples, because of the cool air hitting them, I usually just wanted to bring you down to the bed and thrust inside you in one quick thrust, but no baby, this praise needed to be slow and tender, just so that you could feel every action, from head to toe. 

Fifth, I would take my tongue and run it over your skin, looking for any droplets of water, and when I felt you were ready, I would spin you back around, leaving you with your back to me. 

With your back to me, I would stand behind you and just caress your breast and tug at your nipples, while at the same time alternating which side I nibble on your neck. 

I would also let you feel how hard my cok was and let you feel the pre-come oozing from the head of my cock, and that would make you want to kiss, so you would spin around, and we would kiss passionately, as you stand their naked in front of me, stroking my hard cock, usually with me in sweats and a tank top. 

Finally, when you showed the ability to hold back no more, I would bathe your ass with kisses, and slowly and teasingly run the tip of my tongue from the back of your thighs to the top of your ass and back down. 

By this time, my hardness is alive, your tunnel is flooded, and we are both ready for much more. 

Unfortunately, we didn't always have the opportunity to continue, but those times we did, you would lay down on your stomach on the bed, and by this time, I would have been naked too, because I couldn't have stood the pressure by that time, and I would have kneeled between your spread thighs from behind, and teased your pussy lips until your juices coated my cock with so much lubrication that I could slide into your anal opening. By this time, you were so aroused that you would be ready and willing, so you would push back against be slowly, and it wouldn't take that long for me to come at all. 

These are just a few reasons as to why I came to appreciate the praising of the princess very quickly. 

Shannon, I loved teasing you, and my tongue still tingles at the thoughts and sensations of "praising the Princess". I hope to be able to get to see you again, so I can bring you the pleasure only a princess deserves. 

Signed: 

TMWLY

December 2, 2005



Dear Shannon 04



Dear Shannon, 

Right now I am at work, but thinking of you, and no matter what the fact that we haven't been together in the same room is making me hot for you even more, and unfortunately, I can't stop thinking about you. 

My mind has wandered on everything from good to bad and back to good again, but I am left thinking about you in that sexual way that I crave and I believe you still want. 

I must say I miss you and want you more now than while I was in the state with you, but ultimately in my case distance is definitely making the heart grow fonder. 

For example, I had a dream the other day that I am not sure has ever happened, but it turned me on to the point where I was left with a puddle in my shorts. 

It was a dream of you and I being intimate, and you stroking me to hardness, and using your soft hands and rubbing your thumb over the head of my cock and using slow deliberate strokes, to not only keep me hard, but to also prolong my orgasm. The way you stroke me cause me to shiver and shake, and you proceed to nibble on my neck, nipples and ears causing my toes to curl, and I can't help but to feel your soft skin and want more. 

You slowly slide your tongue over my lips and into my mouth as you do so nicely, but then going down and taking my nipples you're your mouth, you work your way down and work your way over my hips, causing a shutter through my body, then you take my hardness in your mouth, until your nose rubbed up against my pubic hair. 

While stroking me, you were playing with my balls, teasing my thighs, and making sure that I stayed right on the edge. 

I know it's not something you have ever done before, but the thought of it, and dream feeling so real, just took me to ecstasy. I could feel your lips and hands going over me slowly, and I could feel you coaxing my come out of my balls and swallowing every drop. 

Mostly I think about being able to taste you again, and how your scent invades my body and instinct takes over and it drives me to give you pleasure that I wouldn't give to anyone else. 

I think back to one time a couple of years ago, when you and I were spending one of our weekends together, and you had M&M's and you decided you wanted to share with me. 

That was one of the best times I had with you, just being able to slowly and teasingly feed each other, and it was definitely melting in the mouth and hands. 

Being able to search your mouth with my tongue, and being able to feel you slowly suck on my fingers, was a definite turn on. 

Then being able to roll over to you laying next to me, take you in my arms, kiss you full on the lips and run my hands over your body and then kiss down your neck to your collar bone then slowly over your chest as I slowly undressed you and still search your body for M&M's which you planted over your body. 

This started a show and tell which caused teasing from head to toe, with me nibbling and nipping at your skin from your toes to your hips, to your nipples to your lips, all, because the contrast of the chocolate against your skin was something I couldn't take. 

It drove me mad with lust, and once your wetness started to bloom, and your clit began to push out from its hood, and you decided to place an M&M right on your pubic mound, and I could lick and kiss all over your clit and mound, and suck your clit into my mouth, you couldn't take much more of the tease, and neither could I, so we wanted mad passion filled hard sex, but this dream I was having, wasn't meant for it to happen. 

To this day I will not share m&M's with anyone else but you, and even when I get them for myself; I shiver at the thought of being able to possibly share with you. 

You my princess certainly put on a show that day and its one I can't forget and still feel, in my heart and soul as well as in my mind and body also. 

I hope to share with you someday and more than anything else, I hope to share with you sooner than later. 

Signed

TMWLY

February 3, 2006



Dear Shannon 05



I have been thinking about you all day, my ride into work was extremely long this morning, and that just made my mind wander on to you visiting and how I could make it an explosive visit for you. 

I pictured everything from sex in the back seat of your car, to me bending you over my desk, to us watching each other masturbate, to us showering together, to meeting up at a hotel and just ravaging each other wildly. 

As I sit here now writing this, my cock stiffens again, and every time I think of touching you or tasting you, it happens, my boxers stretch, my cock goes rigid and my mouth waters at the anticipation of being with you. 

I picture being able to strip you slowly from head to toe and to drink in all of your nakedness, laying you down and massaging your skin and luxuriating in how soft you are and how sweet you smell. 

It's the smell of the cucumber melon which I know you love which invades my senses, and causes my nose to twitch, as if you are sitting right here on my desk, as if your body is right on the edge of my desk in that dress which shows off that 5'6 frame with the curves in all the right places, and the 36 C breast. 

I try to shake myself out of the daydream which that body wash has started, but once again, as if you are just teasing me right in my office, I hear your sandals hitting the floor, and feel your toes running up and down my shin, and my cock being almost painfully hard now, my mind goes into over drive now, I being to imagine what I could do with you even more. 

I know for a fact I could start by slowly massaging each toe and nibbling each inch of your feet and work my way around your body as I lightly trace trails around your curves, beginning to see goose bumps and follow the path to where ever they lead. 

I let you see and feel how hard I am for you, as I slide up between your legs, and you hold me between your legs as you spread yourself open, curl your toes and prepare to take me inside you as if you haven't done it before. 

Slowly I position myself and feel the warmth of you and the power of your thighs gripping me as your moan of desire get louder and my hold over your lust gets stronger. 

In one swift thrust I am deep inside you and you grunt out and I take control of your body as you slam against me hard and your ankles lock around me, locking me in a vice like noose. 

I kiss you with passion, you grip me with passion and we grind hard yet slow as our bodies re-introduce themselves to each other and we relearn everything we already knew. 

I nibble on your neck and ear lobe, you run your nails up and down my back, I saw in and out of you, while arching my back, you meet every one of my thrust with an arching passion of your own. 

You whisper dirty secrets of your own to me; I nibble and suck on your taut nipples. 

In a change of events, you flip me over on my back, and climb on top of me, sliding me deep inside of you, and holding me there as you prepare to go over the edge. 

You grip me tight, rock back and forth, and I hold your hips and begin to give you just as much as you are giving me. 

Before we know it the passion crest, and you grip me hard, I grip you hard, we lock together, and we push each other over the edge in one massive orgasm which neither one of us has seen in a very long time. 

I pepper you with soft kisses as I know I don't want to let you go, and finally... 

The night is over, I awaken from one of the most vivid dreams I have ever had, in a sweat, my breaths short and heavy, my palms sweaty, my cock stiff, and my arms reaching for you. 

Again, you're not there, but I know soon you will be, and I will be able to ravage your body and your mind and your soul, even more than I do in my dreams. 

Signed:

TMWLY

May 22, 2006



Dear Shannon 06



Dear Shannon, 

You know it's been a long time since I have written you, but my inspiration hasn't really been there, but I have come to realize that my inspiration is you. 

The days I wake up and you are the first thing I think of, realizing that your smile is there to greet me, and that a kiss from you is going to cause me to shiver with delight, how can I resist the opportunity to turn over to you, capture you in my arms and kiss you softly? 

I think about the days when holding you in my arms soothes my soul, when cuddling close to your breast puts me right to sleep, and resting my body between your legs, takes me right to heaven. 

I find myself thinking about you everyday, and wanting you so much, because time has flown by since our last visit. 

I think about kissing you in secret places, and pushing you against the door as you come in, and pressing my body to yours, and letting you feel the heat of my breath on your skin, holding your hands to your sides, and letting you know that my erection is there for the taking if you will have it. 

This way you know what you have missed, and just as you begin to feel the heat rise I would back away, keeping a devilish smile, all the while, letting you know, and every step of the way that I hold control of this situation. 

I could go back to finding something for us to do during your visit, a bus trip, a trip to the beach, playing video games, a night at the movies, who knows, anything would be perfect, but we both know that a trip to the bed room would be so hot that we would both get torched. 

This wouldn't only be because we haven't seen each other in a while, but because we know how to ignite the passion markers deep within each other. You know what buttons to press on me, and I know what buttons to press on you. 

As I am sitting looking up information, I sense that you walk up next to me, and you begin massaging my shoulders and neck, but then I turn to you. 

As I turn, you are standing right in front of me and I push my nostrils right into your stomach. 

You smell so beautiful and I hold my strength and stop my self from taking you right there, but as I stand I kiss up your body slowly, trailing up your belly and chest and neck, leaving a small trail of kisses to your ear lobe on your right side, which I know sends shivers down your spine, trying to tease you. 

I look into your eyes and letting you know from a simple stare that I want to kiss you, and that the passion is growing in my heart, soul and spirit, but we both know the mistake is that we will fight against acting on it. 

As I pull you into my arms for a hug, I run my finger tips up and down your back giving you a sensual massage, communicating my feelings through touch, but I can still sense the tension in your body and know that I am not getting the reaction I want, so I just hold you there, not wanting to scare you off. 

I hug you tight and just squeeze you gently, as we wrap our arms around each other, simply speaking without words. 

The language of lovers, holding on to the past, realizing what we have missed, saying hello, speaking in terms which only we can understand. 

I whisper to you how much I miss you, and how good it is to have you in my arms. At the same time I begin to run my hands up and down your back and trying to make you feel comfortable, I rub your neck and shoulders as well. 

For the first time we move in slowly and our lips meet for a kiss, gentle, soft, and tender, so many words can describe how it feels, but as it deepens, , you slide your tongue into my mouth which makes my knees buckle. 

I back away, and sit back in the chair and just stare at you in amazement. 

Realizing finally, you are here and what the hell are we going to do with all these feelings and all this passion we have between us? 

Signed: 

TMWLY 

October 26, 2006



Dear Shannon 07



Dear Shannon 

Finally, the time is here, for us to be together, for us to be as one, and for us to stop running from feelings which we have stored away for so long, but I can only wonder if this is all a dream, if this is just in my imagination, and if this will all go away, just because of how strong the feelings between us are. 

As we hold each other and our eyes lock on one another's, you can sense how much the need for you, desire for you, craving for you, all of those synonyms for just wanting to ravage you in any way possible, have stayed within me, and I can feel your passion as well. 

I am remembering smelling your scent, whispering to you softly and telling you all the things I want to do with you or to do to you, and how you reacted to it, and how your body slowly craved the closeness and comfort which hadn't been there in a very long time. 

The expression of eroticism began with how you curled up to me, gave me your neck to nibble on, yet neither one of us had shed any clothing. 

The passion continued to build, because with you beginning to warm up to my lips on yours and allowing for my hands to touch your soft skin again, we both had a chance to relax and really remember some of the things we had missed out on. 

You attempted to take control, by being more forceful with the kisses, and swirling your tongue over mine. This sent my head spinning, but in order to keep us grounded, we would lock fingers as if we didn't want to let go, but our passion didn't rise, we just wanted to explore what we had missed for so long. 

It was like Two starved lovers, meeting in a passionate kiss, building in an inferno of rage, which wouldn't get extinguished anytime soon. 

As we continued to kiss, I slid my hands all over your body, remembering your curves and remembering how you would like for me to lock my fingers in your hair and control your head. 

Then I pulled you closer to me, locking us even tighter together, pulling your leg over me, and sliding your shirt off, as for the first time in a very long time I begin to reveal the loveliness of the woman I love, the princess of my world, and the jewel of my desires. 

I nibbled all over your neck, chest, belly, shoulders and arms, before you started to moan with pleasure and give me some encouragement to continue. 

I just have to tell you, you lying there in just a light pair of pants and a bra had me ready to take you, but I needed to keep control, because this is a different time, I am a different man. 

I wanted to show that times have changed, that I can ravage your mind, your soul, yet keep you excited, all without giving you the entire package. 

I would finally release those taut nipples from their captors, and suckle them gently at first, and while listening to your passion increasing, I would pull them between my teeth softly until you would moan out in pleasure and pain. 

To end all the suspense, I would go for the one thing I couldn't wait for, which I know we had both been waiting for, and as I slowly slid my hand down your belly and you started to squirm and your body started to anticipate what was coming, we kissed slowly. 

I slid my middle finger between the folds of your pussy and what can I say I was shocked to find you wet and warm and almost ready to flood my bed. I was glad to know I still had an affect on you, and as I started to spread you wider, and you got wetter, we kissed more passionately, I fingered your clit to the delights of your body. 

I fingered you harder and faster, you moaned louder and your hips started to shake and we both knew you were about to come. 

The shock of my life is that you spread your legs wide enough that I could get three fingers inside of you and maybe its because you were wet enough, but I don't know, and as you came, we kissed some more, but it was definitely on after that and it only lead to a wonderful 36 hours of catching up. 

For now I have to go, but I hope this letter helps you remember what a special time you and I had on our weekend get away. 

Signed:

TMWLY

November 8, 2006



Dear Sir



Dear Sir,

It's been so long since I heard from you; I almost didn't think you'd write again. It made me nervous when I finally got your package, but now I'm sure that's what you wanted. I was so relieved to see that my last report had pleased you so much. I thought perhaps our game was over, and I almost wanted it to be over when I read your instructions. It frightened me, but I was so glad to have them that I would have done anything you asked. 

I'm still scared. I can't help but wonder if the mailman knows. I never believed I would enjoy humiliation, but you've taught me differently. When I opened your package and the plug fell out, I laughed out loud. It was three days before I could bring myself to try it, and as you ordered, I brought myself just short of climax twice each day that I didn't use it. You know I dislike things...there. At the very least, I wish you'd waited until you could be with me and help me. I know you did help me, though. 

I did just as you ordered, touching and playing with myself as I looked at your picture. I remembered the first time you let me see your face, and the smile you had when you saw me. I remembered the first time I heard you say my name, the first time I heard your laugh, and the first set of instructions you sent me as my Christmas gift. I thought of you telling me how sexy I am, how you want to taste me, and how you think of me when you're fucking other girls. I brought myself almost there, and it was all I could do to hold back. Then I would slow, rubbing my hand gently, pretending it was your tongue cooling me down, before going back to working my clit faster and faster until I was back on edge. It was so hard to do that after already thinking about it for three days, thinking about you - how even though you're across the country, you can still possess every part of me.

I switched to my vibrator and rubbed in fast circles, writhing as I worked my clit in homage to you. I remember you growling, "I'd give anything to see you come, little pet. I might just come down and do that, watch you from your window. Maybe I'll come in and take you when you're done." Ever since that night, I've left the window unlocked for you, Sir. Would you sneak away for me for just one night? 

I realized climax was going to be inevitable, and my other hand took the plug you sent and rubbed it in my juices. I slid it down towards my asshole and rubbed it lightly against my hole, trying to get used to the feeling, and I imagined it was the head of your dick waiting to finally sink into me. I had to work it just a little, but I was surprised by how good it felt. I bit my lip and circled my hips, teasing myself with it. As my other hand pressed the vibe hard against my aching clit, I moaned your name and sunk the plug into my ass. I came so hard, harder than I've ever come before, because each time I clenched around the fullness of it, intense aftershocks would roll through me again and again.

I just laid there panting for a moment, my vibe discarded as I imagined that it was you making me feel so full, your arms around me as you whispered what a good girl I am. I wonder if my neck would fit in your hand. I think that it would. I reveled in that fantasy for just a few moments before gratefully rising to finish my task, and I first licked my fingers clean before kneeling to lap up my mess. It was hard to do with your reminder still filling my ass, but I think I made you proud. Finally, I washed and dressed for work, and I addressed everyone as Sir and Ma'am throughout the day as you ordered. The picture enclosed is the proof you asked for, and it was taken under my desk just before lunch.

Sir, I hope that you're pleased with me, and I'm very excited to have made this step in my training. I'm eager about the phone call you've promised, and I will wait for my next orgasm until I can have it to the sound of your voice.

Humbly yours,

Maya



Dear Sir



Dear Sir,

Thank you for the past few months. Thank you for the privilege of serving you. Thank you for all the times that I knelt before you. Thank you too for the lessons that I have learned. Thank you for teaching me some hard facts. Thank you for showing me truths that I did not want to see. 

Thank you for all those nights that I spent on my fuzzy pillow. Thank you for holding me in your strong arms like you would never let me go. Thank you for putting up with my snoring. And thank you for holding me while I cried. 

Thank you for making love to me. For fucking me so hard that we both thought I had lost my mind. I will always remember how perfectly your cock fit inside my cunt. As you said there was not a millimeter of space for my muscles to tighten when I came. Thank you for quite literally screwing my brains out, those moments when I would collapse mindless and laughing against you. I have only one thing to say...yes, no, maybe so. 

Thank you too for the bruises that I wore so proudly. Thank you for how they seemed to last from meeting to meeting, a reminder of you and your power over me. Thank you for the pain. Thank you for pushing my limits. Thank you for taking me past the point that the pain was pleasure to true submission, placing your wants above my own. 

Thank you for being my friend. Thank you for challenging my mind as no one has in a very long time. Thank you for the long conversations. Thank you for listening to how my day had been. And for sharing yours. Thank you for 'making' me watch stupid television shows that I never would have. Thank you for expanding my edu-me-ca-tion with movies from which I found meaning as well as pleasure.

Thank you for allowing me to care for you. To cook and clean. To do all those little things that I love so much. That bring me peace and joy when I look after someone I care for. Thank you for allowing me to bake cookies for Cookie Monster. Thank you for letting me shower you and care for you...I know how hard that was for you.

Thank you most of all for your collar. A collar that I thought I would wear for the rest of our lives. A collar that when I accepted it meant everything to me. It meant a depth of commitment that even my wedding band had not. It meant total and complete surrender to someone that I trusted to take care of me. And that is more even than love. 

You will find that collar enclosed in this envelop. The collar that I once boasted they would pry from my cold dead hands. The collar that I wore twenty-four seven for months. And would have worn for years. For the rest of my life. 

Because the biggest lesson you taught me...the most important one of all...is that I deserve more. I deserve a man that truly does love me as much as I love him, not just one that goes through the motions. I deserve a man that puts my needs above at least his wants...and on occasion even his own needs. I deserve a man that gives as much as he takes. I deserve a man that is free to love me as I love him. 

Oh, I know you tried. You say it was chemistry...just not there. I say that there is another that will always hold a piece of you. I know you won't listen. I know you won't apologize. But I got tired to not being enough for you. Of being number two. 

You see this collar does not mean the same thing to us. To me it means that I place you second only to my children. Not my friends. Not my job. Not even myself. I gave my all to you and it was not enough. 

I won't pretend to know what this collar did mean to you. But I know what it did not mean. It did not mean that I was number two with you, behind only your children. It did not mean that my feelings mattered to you. It did not mean that you thought of them before you crushed me...just because you could. And those are the things that I demand...yes, DEMAND...that a collar mean to us both.

Otherwise it is just a meaningless piece of metal. That is why I took it off. That is why I am sending it back to you. 

Thank you...for the truth...at last. Forever yours, but always with limits, I walk away with dignity and good memories too.