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Letter to My Ex

By: pussynbloome



When I found out you were cheating on me, I was angry, of course. Angry and hurt. It wasn't so much that you were being unfaithful as that you pretended that it was my fault. When did I ever turn you down? When did I say "No. You can't have me tonight," when you wanted sex and I wasn't really in the mood?

I was always yours for the taking. Anytime you wanted me, I was available. You couldn't say the same. How many times were you absent when I needed you to hold me? How many times were you lying in some other woman's arms when I wanted you in mine? 

I wasn't entirely truthful with you when I said that I was faithful. I cheated too. Not to the extent that you did. I didn't have the opportunities that you had, with your trips out of town, and all those nights you called home saying you had to work late when you were really fucking someone else. 

I may have even cheated first. I'm not sure when you cheated on me the first time. I suspect that you were cheating on me by our first anniversary, but I can't prove it, and you would never tell me the truth. 

I was faithful through the first year. Remember how you were gone out of town on our first anniversary? Were you cheating then? Had you cheated even before that?

I found out you were cheating from your friend Roger. He didn't actually tell me you were, so don't get mad at him, but I could tell by the way he felt it necessary to cover for you that you were doing something you didn't want to tell me about. Were you covering for him too?

It was two weeks after our first anniversary when I cheated on you. You were out of town again, remember? You were climbing the ladder at work, and I understood that you needed to work hard to get promotions so we could have a better life, but it still hurt that you were gone so much.

You were supposed to have come home for the weekend, but you didn't. You said that there was a problem, and you had to stay over until the next week. Was that a lie? It doesn't matter now, of course. There were enough lies to go around, from you and me.

So I got fucked. I went out clubbing with Joni from work. We drank too much and ended up getting picked up by a couple of guys in a bar. They were really nice.

Remember how you said that the other girls weren't important, that they were, "only pussy." Did they think of themselves that way, do you think? 

I suppose that I was only pussy to the guy who took me back to his apartment that night. I never heard from him again, and when I left at seven the next morning he was still asleep. I don't even know if he'd have remembered my name if we had ever met again, but I remember his.

It was Dwayne, at least that's what he told me it was.

We went back to his place because I told him I was married and he didn't want to take the chance that my husband might come home.

I was worried that you might be there when I got in, or that you'd tried calling and known I had stayed out all night. You hadn't though. There were no messages. I cried when I got home. I felt so guilty, even though I suspected you were cheating on me.

I tried blaming it on having too much to drink, but I wasn't that drunk, and I knew exactly what I was doing. When we got back to his apartment we didn't even waste any time pretending I was just going in for a drink.

I knew what he was inviting me to his place for, and it wasn't to watch basketball. We had been kissing and touching in the club, just as Joni and her date had been nuzzling and caressing each other.

Joni left first. I had driven, so she didn't have to worry about getting me home.

When he asked if I wanted to go back to his place I didn't hesitate. I was eager. I had dressed for success, with a short skirt. His hand had been on my thigh when he asked me, and I had responded by touching his cock through his pants and saying I'd love too, and, because his friend had left with Joni, he needed a ride anyway.

He didn't even offer me a drink before stripping me naked and fucking me on the sofa. My pussy was so wet, like it used to be when we were dating. His dick was bigger than yours too. I liked the way it felt in my hand, the weight of it, the smoothness of the shaft, the velvety feel of the tip before he put on a condom.

He went down on me. Not just for foreplay, but until I came, he could really eat pussy. He gently fingered my ass while he ate me. It was so exciting. 

I wanted his dick inside me so badly. I was sober by then, you know. There was no excuse at all. I wanted his dick in me. I would have let him fuck me if he hadn't been wearing a condom. I would have run the risk of disease or pregnancy just to have his dick in me at that moment. 

I wanted him to fuck me hard. I urged him to hurry, to fill me with his stiff dick. 

It hurt a little when he entered me, wet as I was. Remember how it hurt the first time you fucked me? How you asked if it was hurting, and I said yes? God I loved that. That hurting. 

Up until that time, yours was the biggest cock I'd had inside me. I still use yours as a reference point, I guess because I've had it more often than any other. 

His was bigger. 

He wore a condom. I had a box in my purse. A three pack. We used one of those. Before the night was over we'd used them all. 

I'd bought them at the drugstore that afternoon, after Joni and I made plans to go out clubbing. I planned to get laid. That was the reason she and I were going out, to find some guys to fuck us. 

He made my pussy sore.

When you came home that next week, you made my pussy sore too. I remember how horny you were, and I felt so guilty because I thought that must have meant you didn't cheat on me after all. I was horny too, though, and it wasn't because I didn't cheat on you, so maybe I was wrong.

Maybe I shouldn't have felt so guilty.

Were you thinking about the women you'd fucked while you were away. I was thinking about Dwayne. Thinking about his big dick inside me while you were away, telling him what I told you, "It's your pussy."

"It's yours."

I didn't cheat on you for a long time after that. I was certain that you were cheating on me before I did it again, and then only because I knew that our marriage was doomed anyway. There was no way to save it, and I was lonely. I wanted you to know I was cheating so I left clues and dropped hints and made it obvious.

Except, of course, you weren't paying attention.

Letter to My Husband



R. – 

When I lie awake, alone and far from you in my hotel bed, I like to remember that morning I woke before you did. The sun was streaming, the morning breeze lightly fluttering your hair. Your hand was spread across my rounded belly, the tiny heartbeat of our yet unborn son thrumming beneath your open palm. I could have cried. I must have, because you awoke, smiled and kissed me. I could not let go. Your fingers rubbed lazy circles, a feathery touch that became harder and more insistent. My fingers clenched in your hair, pulling gently to pry your mouth from mine, easing your head to my breast. I thought I would melt, dissolving into your skin.

I can still remember the taste of your skin, a salty sweetness that makes me think of cashews. You laugh when I relate memories of you to food or drink. I cannot express it any other way. Your cashew skin nourishes me, your Guinness kiss makes me drunk, your smooth Scotched voice whispers me to sleep. I think of you and I am hungry. I make love to you and I am sated. I dream of you and I awake in the middle of the night with cravings in the pit of my stomach. You are the cool water I want to sip all my days, the bread I'll eat.

I think that our children somehow know how strong was the love that conceived them, how powerful my desire for you, that they absorbed some of what we felt through my blood when they lay curled inside. They are as strong and passionate as we are, always fierce in their love for each other and for us, which I admit, sometimes frightens me. Ada, who is so enthralled with you she crawls between us in bed like a feral cub, and in her impish childish way blocks my mouth from yours with her little hand; or Colin who shocks me at times with the strength and suddenness of his hugs and fervent whispers of "forever" breathed against my neck. I want to hold you as tightly, breath hot against your neck, my whisper of "forever" like a spell, an incantation that will bind us, will never let me leave your side again.

I miss you and the children terribly. I think I miss the farm as well, but you and it are so entwined in my mind. I realize it is you in the farm, standing in the middle of the field or astride your beloved Palaver, whistling at the cattle, that I truly miss. I close my eyes and can see the sun setting behind the hills, setting the gold in your hair afire. The air is moist here, but it only reminds me in stark contrast how hot and dry the summer makes the farmland, and the smell of red dust, sweat and dry hay on your skin. I feel the rain on me through my clothes and I am reminded of how your bronzed skin glistens fresh from a cool bath. I think I might die if I cannot run home to you today to see that rather than just spend the next few days and nights here alone, merely remembering it. 

You make me sound foolish. I re-read my words and a part of me does not recognize the voice. What have you done to me? No matter, just continue to do so. I love you and I forget old hurts, stagnant bitterness, painful years I once believed were locked inside me forever. Who gave you the key, my Bluebeard? Now that you've unlocked me, throw away that key; I will never leave you again.

The sun is rising here and I have been writing all night. These few hours have been the happiest since I arrived. If I could so spend the remainder of my days and nights, remembering, it would make my stay here easier to bear. "Haply I think on thee..."

Write soon. Tell me you love me. Then tell me again. Tell me you cut your finger or scalded your arm because, distracted, thinking of me, you lost your mind for a moment. Tell me that you too spend your days thinking of me, remembering me; that hours pass and you realize you've spent them trying to decide the name for the colour of my eyes, the taste of my mouth. Tell me what you remember of our first night, our fifth, our twentieth, our thousandth. Tell me you wake up hard and panting from dreaming of me. 

Tell me.

C. 



Letter to My Husband



I posted this letter on the Internet for my husband to read while he was away on business.

Dear William,

I am posting this publicly because, you know, sweetie, I like to humiliate you.

I have a dinner date with Brian this coming Saturday. I've been seeing a lot of him, haven't I? I guess you can tell; I really like him. I've been extremely horny since my first date with him, and you've been such a good husband licking my desperate folds and sucking on my hot, little button when I need relief. While you're down there between my thighs doing your cuck boy duty, I just close my eyes and pretend it's Brian licking me. Haven't you noticed how wet I've been?

I only wish you gave oral as well as he does. (Quite honestly, hon, just like on those rare occasions when I let you fuck me, even when you're licking me you still feel like a fumbling boy.)

Anyway, back to the man I want to talk about: the strong and handsome Brian.

I feel like I owe him some show of appreciation. He's been so good to me with the trips and dinners and shopping. So after my dinner with him on Saturday night, I'm going to take him out to the car and orally worship his magnificent cock. I want to make him cum in my small mouth. I want to look him in his handsome eyes while I take every single warm drop. He really likes that, but he likes it even more now that he knows that I don't let you cum in my mouth. I told him about it when he and I stayed in Charleston earlier this month.

We were cuddling on the couch in the sitting area of the suite. (He always gets us a suite. Isn't that sweet! LOL) He was in the white bathrobe supplied by the hotel, and I was wearing my tight, leopard print micro dress. He loved that he could see my swollen areolas and erect nipples through the sheer fabric. He kept stroking them with his large thumb. He also liked the way it barely covered my ass.

You did good packing that one for me, sweetie. Oh, and he loved the thigh-highs. You did good packing those for me too!

So where was I? Oh yeah...

He and I were kissing and talking on the couch and all the while, I was tenderly stroking his standing cock. Since he is a muscular six feet six and you're a scrawny five feet nine, he could pick you up like a toddler. But I wasn't thinking about that then. I was thinking about the fact that he has a cock the size of your forearm. I was lovingly kissing him and happily caressing his cock, and I couldn't get that thought out of my mind. That's what it felt like with my slender fingers around it – well, almost around it. Actually, I told him about it.

He noticed that while I was stroking it, I kept looking down at it, studying it, running my finger tips along it and admiring it.

"You like that?" He asked.

I gave his powerful hunk of hard flesh a firm squeeze. "What girl wouldn't like a mighty cock like this?" I said. "I love it."

"You don't have something like this at home?"

I chuckled. "Heavens no! William's cock is about the size of a lipstick tube."

"It can't be that small," he said.

"It is. I'm serious. And if I touch his wittle wee wee he'll cum in about 30 seconds."

"Is he a small man?" Brian asked.

"He's probably about average size," I shrugged, and I looked at Brian's strong cock in my hand. "But this gorgeous cock is as big as William's forearm. I wish he could see it."

Brian chuckled. "You want your husband to see my cock?"

I snuggled up to Brian's muscular body. "No," I said softly. "I want him to see this." And I leaned over, opened my mouth wide, and gently took his huge cockhead into my watering mouth.

"Ohh.." Brian sighed at the initial pleasure. Then I could feel him look down at me. "You want him to see his wife sucking my cock?"

"Mmm, hmm," I moaned, while I lovingly slurped.

I felt his hand brush my hair. "Baby, I would love that," he said.

I pulled my mouth off and pointed to the coffee table just in front of us. "He would sit right there. So he could watch up close," I said, and then I went back to sucking.

"Yeah," Brian said, "that would be perfect."

I pulled my mouth off. "I want him to watch your giant cock cum in my mouth. I want to look William in the eye while I suck you dry." And I went back to sucking.

"That is wrong," he chuckled. "And then what?" Brian asked. "His turn?"

I pulled off and leaned up. "I've never let William cum in my mouth."

Brian's eyes got wide. "Are you serious?"

"I'm not letting his teeny, little wee wee cum in my mouth. No way!"

"You would make him watch another man cum in your mouth, but he can't have the same thing?" Brian asked.

"Absolutely," I said.

Brian was really turned on by that. "That is too fucking hot!"

I snuggled up to him and smiled. "You like that, do you?"

"Hell, yeah! What else you got up your dirty sleeve?"

"Well," I said, my fingers toying with his iron cockhead, "I would like to make him hold your cock up for me. You know, so I can suck you off hands free. That way, his wimpy, little fingers can feel your powerful cock pulsing while you're shooting your load into his wife's mouth."

Brian's eyes flew wide open. "What?"

I lay down on the couch and turned over. I took Brian's substantial cock back into my happily servicing mouth and defiantly looked him in the eye.

He smiled at me. "We need to fucking give you what you want."

So, William, be aware that he is not turned off by it. I got really lucky with this bull. He LIKES it. You know I will eventually arrange it. Aren't you happy?

But there on the couch, what I was really dying for was to feel his prodigious cock inside me, so I climbed on top of him, and lowered myself onto his rock hard shaft. My folds were swollen with excitement and dripping wet, but I had to go slow to take in such a massive, hard meat. I could feel my eyes grow wide as it filled me, more and more, and once I had the whole gigantic thing inside me, I swear, William, I began to shudder. My pussy began to involuntarily squeeze and clench around all that size, and I let out a whimper. I didn't mean to. I didn't even realize that all the while, I was gazing into his handsome eyes like a captured bird.

It was so wonderful, William. It was sooo wonderful!

When you are fucking me I can't even tell you're inside me. Really, I can't. You poor thing, you have such a small penis. I guess you can understand how I love fucking other men. I guess you can understand how I have become a slave to Brian's wishes.

But it's not just the size of his cock. He fucks me, William. He really fucks me. You give me a calm and gentle 60 seconds that's like an easy breeze. I can't really feel anything. And honestly, sweetie, you never last more than a minute before you dribble your little spot of cum. 

But Brian, powerful and so beautiful, he fucks me like he's out for revenge. He is savage and dominating and merciless. And those big, glorious balls of his, they ejaculate stream after stream after stream of hot cum.

How can I not love that?

Eventually, Brian had me on all fours on the couch with my face against the cushions and my ass in the air. He stood behind me with one foot on the floor and one on the couch. His large hands held my tiny waist, and he pounded me with an angry fury. "I'm going to send you home to William seriously fucked," he panted. I could feel his hulking cock reaching deep into me, all the way to the warm pit of my stomach. It filled me so full and thick that it seemed he could lift me with it. I think my little body could have hung from his obscene cock. 

It was scary, William, frightful even. I didn't know if I would survive his savage assault.

People passing by in the hallway had to hear the slapping flesh and me calling out for mercy, "Brian, please! Brian! Oh my God, please!" He was thrusting so hard that I could feel the flesh of my ass ripple, and each slap pushed my face into the cushion.

You've never fucked me like that, sweetie. I mean, with your scrawny body and little penis, you can't. I'm so glad I found Brian.

Oh, and Brian liked the idea of cumming in my mouth. After he had given me a merciless pounding from behind, he pulled out and quickly turned me around.

"Suck it," he demanded.

I took his huge, glistening cock into my mouth, trying my best to take in as much as I possibly could, moving my head back and forth to cram more and more into my willing mouth. I could feel the bulging veins along its solid length. I didn't want to gag, but I wanted to show him how devotedly I wanted to please him and serve him.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth," he said, "something William will never get."

He began to tense up. He had one hand on my forehead, so that I would look up, and the other held the back of my head. "I'm going to cum in your mouth, Lisa." His legs tensed more. His hands held my head firmly onto his giant cock. "Not William. I'M...I'M going to cum in your mouth..." 

And then he spasmed and fired a gushing stream into the back of my throat. I could not swallow with my mouth completely stuffed, and he immediately fired another huge gush and another and another. I kept sucking and servicing, and I closed my eyes tightly to try not to gag. He kept cumming and gushing and flooding my mouth, William, until I could feel his cum running down my chin and neck on both sides. He must have cum for a full 20 seconds, ejecting more cum with each pulsing spasm.

You don't produce that much cum in a year, William. For Brian, that was just one night. He fucked me the next morning and filled my insides with another flood of warm, masculine cum. You could never provide that much sex, William. You really are a one-minute, tiny-cock, cuck boy, aren't you?

And I know your little wee wee is hard reading all this.

Are you jerking off, hon? You'd better not be. I haven't given you permission to cum.

So, on Saturday night I'm going to suck off Brian in the car. God! I can't wait! But really, he deserves it. He is such a gorgeous and wonderful man, big and strong and masculine. He treats me so well. I will have a text ready to send to you that says, "Brian is cumming in your wife's mouth now," and I will press the send button as soon as he fires the first delicious shot. Make sure you have your cell phone handy. And no need to respond, sweetie. I just want you to know. :-)

And William, make sure there are no dirty dishes in the sink when I get home. You know I don't like that.

Love you, sweetie!

Lisa



Letter To My Love



My love, as you lay there replete from our evenings exertions, I find my eyes running slowly over your body, admiring your full lips, your hard muscles, the way the streetlight frames your long patrician nose and highlights the planes in your face. But I digress, I am so tired but I still find myself wanting more of you. My mind wanders to my favorite fantasy and I feel myself grow wet in response.

We are in bed together- a huge king size four poster talking and kissing as we settle down for the night.

Your hand is running up and down my back when the pressure changes slightly and becomes a sensual stroking. I roll towards you and I ask if you are up to something new. Of course you are. I sit up and trailing my hand down your chest get up and go to the dresser. I come back holding three silk stockings. Your eyebrows raise when you see them but I see the devil in you in your eyes. 

You willingly raise your arms so I can tie them securely to the posts at each corner of the bed. You wonder if the third one was brought as a mistake as I look at it and then cast it aside. You lick your lips nervously as the soft light caresses my body, bringing out the fullness of my breasts. 

I raise my arms over my head and stretch catlike and almost purr in contentment. Your cock is already hard and I see the pulse of it as it twitches slightly. My long blonde hair brushes across your chest as I drag myself up your body to kiss you softly, my tongue darting out to caress your lips. You part them trying to deepen the kiss but I am like the spring wind-oh so sweet and yet so fleeting. 

I have already moved on, turning your head so I can get to the delicate place just behind your ear and lave it with my tongue. I move down slightly, kissing your neck and biting at it gently. Your sighs of pleasure tell me I am doing a good job. I work my way down your body, tasting you and touching you with my finger tips. I linger at your nipples feeling them stiffen under my knowing touch. You arch off the bed a little and a slight gasp escapes your lips. I continue. 

I flick my tongue out over your belly button darting inside. I don’t stay long there moving on to bigger and better things. You expect to feel my tongue on your cock next and flex your hips in invitation. But all you feel is the lightest kiss of my hair as I brush past. I continue on down your body paying attention to your legs next. I give them the same attention as I did the upper half of your body. I feel your legs tremble as I hit extra sensitive spots. Reaching your feet I move up your body again trailing my hand over your cock. As I move past. it jumps at my touch eliciting a groan from you. 

I arrive at your mouth and finally give you what you wanted. I kiss your full lips sinking my tongue between them. Our tongues duel for a while as the sound of our breathing becomes more pronounced. I finally withdraw and sit back on my haunches. I look at you and smile as you lay there and tremble in anticipation. I reach down and pick up that long forgotten stocking and look at you with a wicked light in my eyes. I trail the stocking lightly over your body in much the same way my hair had earlier. Your groans sounded in my ear making my pussy grow moister. 

I cant take it any more and I climb over top of your body. You are stretched out on the bed down just far enough that I can bring my pussy up to your face and ask you to lick it for me. eagerly Complying your tongue delves into my folds and finds my clit unerringly. My moans of passion echo around the room as my pussy washes your face with its juice. 

I ride your face through two orgasms and then climb back off, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I put my own tongue back to work delicately cleaning my juice off your face. 

When it is all clean I slide down your body to apply the same technique to your hard cock. I slide my tongue all over your cock before sliding its length deep into my mouth. Now it is your turn to groan and thrash around on the bed. I bring you right up to the edge of orgasm and then I come off of your cock and grab it to squeeze just under the head. 

Your frustration is palatable and you try to free yourself so you can take matters into your own hands so to speak. 

I am able to stop you telling you to wait and be patient. I come astride you and place your cock at the entrance of my pussy. sliding down slowly, as our moans match in intensity. I start sliding up and down on top of you and lean over to lock my lips with you again. My pace quickens slowly until I am slamming down on top of you as fast as I can. My orgasm takes me over the top again and my pussy clamps down on your cock hard. I am screaming in ecstasy now and you are hard pressed to keep from joining me, holding onto your composure by the slimmest thread. 

I relax a moment, unable to move and then I am ready. I lift up at the beginning of the first stroke when your voice stops me. you ask if you can fuck my ass and how can I help but agree? We do not need any additional lubricant as the juice from my pussy is more than enough. Breathing deeply I slowly slide my tight ass down onto your cock feeling it stretch me out. 

I lean over and untie you giving you the freedom to grab my hips and rock me up and down. Our moans and groans sound as music to my ears. I am coming again and this time I take you with me as my ass clamps down hard on your cock. The feel of your cum spurting up inside my ass is enough to send me over the edge again and I am clawing at the sheets as the feelings become more powerful. 

We collapse together on the bed and after withdrawing you begin to stroke my back again. 

After a while to recover, this beautiful dance begins again but this time it is my turn to be teased and tantalized by you. 

You know my dear, I really would like to try this form of entertainment with you and I eagerly await your response. That is why this letter is resting on my pillow waiting for you to wake up. Let me know what your answer is when I get back from work.

To Be Continued...

All comments are appreciated as this story is still a work in progress.



Letter to My Love



My dearest love,

It is difficult for me to visualize you in your work because I have never seen it, but I am going to think of you as sitting at your desk at the front of the classroom. You are marking some papers and then hearing a crinkle in your pocket reach in and pull out this.

I am going to imagine you do this fairly early, maybe at 11:00 a.m. I have been to the gym where I worked out, relishing the pull of muscles, the trickle of sweat because soon it means my body will be beautiful for you. When I get home I take a mirror and prop it at the bottom of the bed. Then I sit, legs spread close to it so I can see my entire cunt. 

I take the little electric razor and run it slowly, voluptuously over the plump mound just before my cleft. Then I spread my thighs even wider and reaching down hold one cunt lip taut while I run the razor over it, ridding it of all hair. The vibration of the razor makes my juice start to well, and I have to be careful that I don't slip. By the time I finish my cunt is shorn of its curls, tender white skin a contrast to the deep red gash. 

Before I shower, I put two fingers down and spread my cunt hole so I can look in and imagine your prick thrusting in and out.

In the shower I turn the shower massage to the pulsating stream and direct it between my legs. The hot gush of water caresses my soft, naked cunt beautifully but I don't allow myself to come.

I want you to be reading this while you are work because now I am on the bed and fingering my cunt. I want you, as you sit at your desk, to imagine me right this minute as I now visualize you reading it. All I have on is a loose dress. My tits are very visible and bulge out of the bodice of the gown. One jiggles right out and hangs like a piece of ripe fruit when I bend over to get into bed. I cup it and gently pull at the nipple, thinking of you sucking it, then I smack it gently, liking the way it swings and bobs and shivers. 

I really liked when you pinched my nipples the other night and smacked my tit. It made my cunt literally convulse.

I want you to think now about me pulling up my dress, up and up so that now, the smooth, naked mound of my sex is exposed. I keep my thighs together for now and you can just see how the cleft splits as it disappears between my legs. Slowly, voluptuously I spread my legs as wide as I can force them. 

Now my cunt is open to the air. 

If you were here you would be able to see everything, from the way the white lips of my outer cunt hug the red juicy lips between them. If you look closely you can see my clitoris and just to make sure I reach down and pull open the cunt lips open even further.

The mirror is still at the end of the bed and from this angle I see my wide open cunt and my fingers rubbing between the crack of my cunt. I can see the entrance to my cunt hole, the thick pink folds of juicy flesh which like nothing more than to feel your big thick prick pushing up as far as it can go. 

I take two fingers and watching myself in the mirror I push them up to the first knuckle. My fingers look amazing as they move in and out of my cunt hole, then still watching, I push them as far up as they can go. When I pull them out my fingers are sticky and glistening with my juice which is starting to drip in earnest. 

I begin to rub my cunt the way I like it, pushing the two lips together and rubbing it gently over the clitoris. Every little while I pull open the cunt lips and flick my clitoris.

As I push my fingers in and out of my cunt hole and rub the tip I close my eyes and think of your cock. I see you sitting and beneath the tight buttons of your jeans, that beautiful prick is starting to thicken .

I visualize the thick, juice which is starting to dribble out of the hole at the top and yearn to be there to lap it up. You shift, uncomfortable as you cock thickens and elongates. Surreptitiously you reach down beneath your desk and adjust it, as it almost painful the way it is constrained in your jeans. You continue to read.

Releasing my cunt for a moment, I reach up and pull the straps of my gown down. I reach in and pull out my tits, pinching and fondling the nipples, and smacking them so I can watch them jiggle and shiver. 

I wish you were here and I would position you between my legs and have you ram me with your big cock. I would take your hands and have you smack my titties so they were pink and the nipples were tight red buds. Then while your prick was pushing in and out of my cunt hole I would touch myself. 

I like the idea of you watching your cock fuck my hole and my hand rubbing my cunt at the same time.

My lips yearn at this point to be sucking your cock. I need a hard stiff prick up me right now. Once I have a dildo it will be a little easier although it is a long way from the real thing. But at least at times like now I would not have to rely on the inadequate girth of my fingers. They just do not spread my cunt the way your cock does.

I look down between my spread legs and watch my cunt jiggle and move as I rub it frantically. With two fingers I pull open my cunt hole and watch intently. A gush of cunt juice dribbles out as I watch and I rub my fingers in it and then bring them to my mouth and suck my own cunt juice of my fingers.

Smelling my cunt, tasting the bland rather astringent sting of cunt juice on my lips, I feel the wave of sensation start in my groin. I am very close now. I think about you reading this at work. Your cock is hard as a rock and if you stood up the thick heavy outline of it would be clearly visible. There is a damp patch to right of your fly where the pre-come juice which is dribbling in a steady stream out of the tip of your prick, has wet it. Your mind is full of me, of my tits jiggling and shivering as my hand works between the crack of my cunt.

I shove three fingers up my cunt as far and as hard as I can and then wiggle them. Suddenly, my orgasm crashes over me. I moan loudly, flick, cunt, cock, fuck me, shove that prick up my cunt, spurt all that come into me . . .the waves of sensation sweep me away on a huge wave of pleasure. 

I glue my eyes to the mirror and watch my cunt convulse. I can feel the throbbing contractions squeeze my fingers and almost expel them. I pull them out and they make a sucking sound I am so juicy. I watch, waves of pleasure drowning me, as my cunt hole opens and closes.

I lay on the bed, sleepy now, the contractions lessening, a wonderful lassitude softening my limbs. I think of you now, your prick thick, your balls tight and almost painful, full of thick white cum. I can't wait until tonight when you get home.

I will be waiting, kneeling in your office, my lips wide. When your cock spurts I want to swallow it all so that it spurts out of my mouth all over my chin, drips down my cheeks and runs in rivulets down my tits.

I love you,

S. 



Letter To My Love



Hullo my darling,

It was so good to hear your voice/laugh/giggle on the phone this afternoon (mine), but then again, it only left me feeling hungrier than ever for you, wanting you, craving you, longing for you - no, I don't mean in some esoteric and abstract way, I mean, kissing and nibbling and fucking and cuddling, but when we talked I'd already been craving all that with you.

Indeed, that's how I started my day, waking up in the pre-dawn to an image of my head between your thighs, your hands in my hair and your heels in the small of my back, I'm laying wet butterfly kisses up and down your gorgeous smooth brown thighs, trailing the fingertips of my left hand over your amazing tits, stroking your rock-hard nipples, rolling them between my thumb and forefinger.

You feel my warm breath on your pussy, now my lips and my tongue, drawing from your pussy to your clit and back again, french-kissing you there, eating you out like an oyster, over and over, then settling in to circle your clit with my tongue, using just enough pressure to drive you to the edge of madness, inserting the index and middle fingers of my right hand into your dripping pussy, opening and closing them slightly, like scissors, and twisting them, as I thrust in and out, over and over and over and over.

Now with my fingers still deep inside you, I turn my hand palm-up and hook my fingers to stroke your gspot, making that 'come-hither' motion, still thrusting, over and over, and you moan and push your pelvis up, seeking release, but I tell you that you mustn't cum yet, and as I back off just slightly, I hear you saying 'oh my gawd,' again and again, like a mantra, and in that moment I'm so turned on by you and your sexiness and what I'm making you feel that I'm seeing colors, feeling practically out-of-body, yet in complete control, like I'm a mountain climber and have planted my flag in your pussy, to claim it as my own, and I love the way it feels, not that I've taken your will, but that you you're giving it over to me, that you've told me it's what you want and need to be fulfilled, and it feels amazing.

For a moment everything seems weightless, I slow it all way-down, almost to a stop, still moving my fingers and my tongue ever so slightly, then I direct a throaty whisper to you that it's time, and I tell you 'cum now, princess,' and you arch your back and gasp my name as you explode, shaking and convulsing on my fingers, my tongue still licking your clit as you cum and cum and cum, over and over and over.

Then I move my face up to yours, lathered in your juices and kiss you with mad passion, gliding the tip of my cock forth and back over your clit, then in one motion sliding down and into you, all the way to the hilt, reveling in the sound of you moaning and gasping, begin thrusting slowly, with steady cadence, while you're still cumming, twitching and squeezing on me with each stroke, then I pick up the pace, harder and faster, over and over, telling you to keeping cumming on me, till I can hold out no longer, and I pull almost all the way out, the tip of my cock just barely inside you, then plunge all the way back in as I go over the edge and shoot my load deep inside you, and I call your name, and kiss you, and bite your lip, and tell you I love you, I love you, I love you, your arms wrapped around my neck, your feet locked behind my ass, you pull me closer than close as you continue to twitch and twitch on my cock, and call my name, till finally the thunder recedes into the distance, and we roll onto our sides, then onto my back, you lie on top of me, I'm still inside you, and you place your head on my chest, just under my chin, and I kiss your hair, and stroke your silky smooth back and your sexy ass, then I pull a blanket up over us, just glorying in the wonder that is you, as you drift off to sleep.

And see, that's the daydream I had as I *started* the day, that played in my head while I was trying to work from home today, but I couldn't stop thinking filthy thoughts of you, and I had to put some sexy nekkid pics of you on a slide-show on my laptop, just slid off my jeans and stoked my cock to rock-hardness for ten or fifteen minutes, and in my mind I was tasting every pore of your beautiful body, your luscious lips, your yummy mouth, your cheeks and chin and neck, your shoulders and arms and hands, your back and belly and, yes, yes, yes, your gorgeous tits, then I licked your toes and your legs, your calves and knees and thighs, and settled in to eat your pussy out, just like what I wrote above, augmented and amplified by the images of your gorgeous on the screen in front of me.

I was dizzy and delirious, my hands became your hands, your mouth, your pussy, but this was different from what I related earlier, cause as you pleasured my dick in every way, I gave up control to *you*, I was a slave to your love, you were free to do with me as you pleased, and yet you whispered that all you wanted to do was please me, you told me to sit in the chair as you went down on your knees to suck me off, taking my cock full in your mouth, licking and sucking and deep-throating me, teasing me to the very tipping point and back off again, and again, and again.

And when you finally told me to let go, your lips and your tongue engulfed my dick, I groaned how much I loved you as I gushed my cum into your mouth, and you swallowed it all with each wave, leaving only a few drops on your lips and tongue, then you rose and took my face in your hands and kissed me full on the mouth, still tasting of my spunk, and I thought it was one of the sexiest thing I'd ever experienced, but then again, *you* are the sexiest thing I've ever experienced, cause goddamn, anything you do in the bedroom or dining-room, living-room, laundry-room is always sexy-as-hell.

And see, all that was before 11 AM, and I still had another wank to your image in my brain, well, not once, but twice, the first just before you called, and the second about five minutes after you hung up - it's just the product of the lust you provoke in me, honey! ;-)

Anyway, I miss you, love you, want you, need you, and right now I so very much wanna fuck you hard and sloppy, soft and sweet, fast and slow, hell, you pick, but then again, a girl shouldn't have to pick, should she, so when I see you next, you shall have all of it, all of me - and it won't be soon enough.

Good night my dearest, 

I love you madly,

xx