0 comments/ 6457 views/ 0 favorites Letter to a Cherished Cunnilinguist By: Erbanluv Letter Number One My Dearest Darling Horace; November 11th, 1897 I have looked at our relationship over and over again and I simply cannot understand why you chose to leave me. I thought we had something so wonderful that it virtually defied description. If you did not want to make me your life companion, then why did you encourage me when you saw how enthralled I was from the very moment we met. Admit it Horace, you victimized me with your charming smile, your enchanting blue eyes and the coiled viper of love that is your tongue. I have been totally depressed and worthless since you decided that our relationship was not going to continue once your employment with my parents ended. You knew from the beginning that I was the marrying type and yet you went ahead and induced me to participate in unmarried promiscuity by lavishing me with unforgettable sexual attention. I told you from the start that I am a very physical woman. All of my life I have secretly craved wildly adventurous sex and when you happened into my life, I found it in amounts that I had never before experienced. I admit that part of the fault is mine. I am an adult female with a mind of my own, but for the life of me, I cannot understand what made me decide to allow your advances. I've always been somewhat demure and retreating, yet I saw something in you that I found irresistibly attractive. I was drawn to you just as a moth is drawn to a flame. And just like that moth, I wound up burned to a cinder as a result of my wanton behaviour. I didn't believe you when you told me that you could rocket me to sexual highs that I had never before experienced. Your promise that a few minutes of gentle manipulation of my female parts, with your unbelievably talented tongue, would drive me wild, was laughable and I went along simply to prove you wrong. I never really believed that I could attain any sort of sexual satisfaction simply from having my female parts licked, caressed and manoeuvred by a man's tongue. It follows that I was absolutely stunned when I attained a sexual climax that rocked me to the core and left me a totally spent and wasted rag doll lying exhausted on your bed of decadence. It's also true that you didn't offer me any additional encouragement once you had made your point. You simply wanted to show me that you were not all empty talk and actually could turn me into a helpless pool of sexually spent jelly with your oral magic. Once you'd demonstrated just how exciting your carnal tricks could be, you pointedly told me that your demonstration had been a "one time only" experience and that you wanted to remain a free spirit with no ties to any single lover. I also agree that I should have heeded your warning and stayed away from any further entanglement, but I simply couldn't imagine spending the rest of my life trying to recapture such amazing and stimulating physical fulfillment with any other man. I also agree that I should not have shown up at your bedroom door at 2:00 o'clock in the morning the next day. You were simply a casual worker who had been employed by my parents to help out during our peak harvest period. You had the absolute right to enjoy an uninterrupted night of sleep without being expected to perform sexual favors for your boss's daughter. I also know that I shouldn't have opened my nightgown when you answered my tapping at your door and I know that I shouldn't have insistently pushed my way into your bedroom and pressed my breasts into your face, causing you to fall back onto the bed. I also know that I shouldn't have sat astride you, my legs spread, while you were struggling to get up and that I shouldn't have pulled my nightgown over my head and pressed my innervated labia forcibly against your face. I know that I'm an attractive woman as I've been told so by several suitors who've wanted me to be their exclusive girlfriend. I do have a very curvaceous figure and I often catch men staring at my bountiful breasts and pretty face. It was unfair of me to press you as hard as I did that night, but you had to know how great my need was when I pressed my over moist vulva your mouth. That was the point at which you should have turned your face away and insisted that I return to my room. But it turned out that you were just as weak as I was and you hungrily performed the most erotic cunnilingus that any woman has ever had to endure. After that, it was easy for us. I'd sneak down the hallway and into your bedroom every night and you'd perform your oral magic on me until dawn. I cannot accurately how out of control my libido became during that brief period that you worked for my parents. It was totally out of character for me. Each night, as I lay in bed, I'd swear to myself that I wouldn't creep down the hallway to your room and spend yet another night as the out for control victim of your bewitching tongue. But as the hours drifted by and sleep eluded me, I'd feel that a hot, wet need building between my legs and I'd have to go to you to once more experience the rapture that you inflicted with your aptly named "butterfly flick", your euphoria inducing "labial wash" or your rapturous "cervical javelin". Finally, when the first rays of the morning sun came creeping through your bedroom curtains, I'd drag my exhausted body away from your titillatingly hypnotic tongue and make my way, feeling ashamed, dirty and humiliated, back to my room. You're not tall, dark, or handsome and you've always been totally fine with that. But to me, you are a sexual colossus, towering head and shoulders above any man with whom I've ever been intimate. You're my gorgeous little garden gnome; my articulate tongued munchkin; my cunnilingus king. My waking thoughts are fraught with the fear that I shall never again enjoy such visceral sexual adventure without you by my side. Each night since you left me, I've tossed and turned in my bed, aching for the touch of your magical oral bullwhip. I believe that I will leave this tortured world an unfulfilled woman if I do not once again experience the thrill of your darting, lizard like tongue on my love starved female centre. My brain races in euphoric circles of desire whenever I think about you. I simply must see you again and I'm sure that if I don't, I shall go utterly mad. My days are now one long endless experience in frustration. I dream constantly of your searing touch; your hot demanding breath against my thighs; your warm, mop like tongue swabbing my swollen, fevered labia, your hot, wet lips pressed passionately against my heaving pubic mound. I lie in my bed each night and imagine your fiery lips gliding skilfully over my secret parts. I see your snake of boundless passion coiled in its oral den, ready to strike as my steaming thighs part in dewy welcome. I feel your enchanted tongue searching hungrily between my softly parted labia, lifting me to towering levels of wanton debauchery. I'm simultaneously in heaven and hell and can no longer make it through the day without sneaking off to my room to relieve the scorching need that throbs relentlessly between my swollen labia every waking moment Does the house of correction in which you currently reside provided accommodation to visitors? I may never be able to claim you as my own, but I ache, day and night, for just one more touch of your bewitching wizard's tongue between my eagerly parted thighs. I must to go to you and once again experience the sexual skyrockets that your oral viper of lust evoked during our brief tryst a few years ago. Perhaps we can work something out along the lines of a betrothed couples visit. I will await your reply with baited breath. All of my love forever. Connie Lingus Letter to a Cherished Cunnilinguist - Letter 02 Letter Number Two My Dearest Darling Horace; January 5th, 1898 I do so wish that you had replied to my letter of November 11th, 1897. I prayed that my candid description of the misery that my obscene need for you has wreaked upon my existence would soften your resolve to remain out of my life. My beloved, I simply cannot ignore the frightful level of lascivious need that your bewitching tongue has awakened in me. My desideratum has turned me into a sexual wretch who spends countless hours in bed touching herself in a hopeless attempt to replicate the intensely stimulating feel of your darting oral appendage. It's half past the hour of three o'clock in the morning and I've been unable to sleep for even a fleeting second since retiring to my bed several hours ago. The moment I rested my head on the pillow and closed my eyes, that disgusting yearning for the sort of sordid sex, at which you so excel, once again engaged my female center. As always, it has reduced me to a tossing, turning creature of unfulfilled lust. I try and I try, but sleep will not come. In the darkness, I imagine the feel of your soft, warm lips moving over my heaving breasts, like a butterfly dancing above a manor garden. Once again I experience the hot angst building so frighteningly fast as I imagine your tantalizing mouth moving slowly and deliberately down over the round curve of my hips and across the softly raised arch of my pubic mound. My body begins to shudder with the impure need to which your hot breath has given birth, as you move ever closer to my gently thrusting genitalia. My body is steeped in prurient need and I reach for the back of your head to pull your talented tongue of a thousand seductive delights, closer to my wet and fevered labia. Alas, it's then that I realize that your head isn't there at all. I fall back on my pillow, utterly heartbroken in the knowledge that, for me, there is nothing ahead save more sleepless nights without the soft caress of your tongue between my turgid labia. There have been other lovers in my life Horace. I told you of them during the searing tryst of sexual experimentation to which you introduced me when you worked for my parents. My darling, they are now nothing other than faceless, bodiless phantoms. I cannot recall any of their names nor a single word that any of them spoke. They are merely a blurred heap of rubble consigned to the wastebasket of my mind and of no consequence whatsoever. It's a simple fact that at the end of the day, my thoughts return to you. You are my one true love, my sweetheart, the only man I shall ever love. My parents have understandably expressed great concern. I seldom have any social interaction with local bachelors and when I do, it's simply because I must attend some function or other that necessitates being accompanied by an escort. The local agriculture board had their annual dinner dance about a fortnight ago and, as I am destined to take over supervision of the farm once they retire, my parents insisted that I attend. As you are aware, they're both of advanced age and have confided in me that they wish to retire completely by year's end. They've purchased a townhouse in the village and intend to spend the bulk of their time there henceforth. For that reason, they insisted that I attend the agricultural festivities this year and familiarize myself with the protocol involved in being the corporate decision maker. Given their imminent retirement, I indicated that I would be more than happy to attend. Presumably, they felt that it would appear incongruous were I not escorted by a gentleman. As is so often the case with my parents, they went ahead and arranged for a local banker to be my escort without first seeking my approval. Needless to say, I was furious and in my tirade, I blurted out that I have had no interest in being with any man other than you, ever since our erstwhile affair. I did not reveal the wanton carnal nature of my relationship with you, but I believe that my sudden and very forceful outburst has given them cause to wonder just what sort of lewd and lascivious behaviour you introduced me to whilst in their employ. I dutifully attended the agricultural function and the moment that the evening's activities concluded, I hurriedly dismissed the young banker my parents had chosen to act as my escort. He was a gracious gentleman, but I simply cannot abide the thought of a romantic relationship with anyone other than you, my sensually ebullient paramour. The following morning, which was a Sunday, my Mother and Father were waiting at the breakfast table when I came fumbling down the stairs in a sleep deprived mist. They were quite concerned and my Mother asked what had transpired between you and me while you were employed by them. I told them that we had developed a unique and highly charged physical relationship and that I have never experienced such passionate feelings for any man, before or since. My father was aghast. He simply couldn't believe that I had been intimate with you. He did not see any warning signs displayed by either of us, although he did observe that my mood was decidedly better that year than it had ever been before. However, he claims that once the season ended and you departed, he noticed a cloud of depression hanging over my head. At the time, he attributed it to the approaching Winter. My parents found it incredible that I was so totally smitten with you. They obviously saw only your smaller stature and somewhat shy demeanor. My Father claimed that, to him, you were simply another hired worker and that he certainly never would have taken you for either a thief of maidenly virtue or a plunderer of female chastity. I angrily informed him that physical appearances are purely superficial. I also pointed out that I have never experienced such a sensually charged relationship with anyone, be they larger than you or smaller. I also informed them that the highly lascivious nature of our love for each other would remain my cherished secret forever. It's an unfortunate truth that you have ruined me for any other man. How could I ever find satisfaction in the bed of another now that I've experienced the skyrockets of lascivious pleasure that you cultivated with your darting tongue and your vigorously manipulating lips? Oh to once again experience your "uterine swab", your "labial pry bar", your "vaginal bayonet" or your trade marked "cervical mop". Such debauched and shamelessly wanton abandon they ignited in my inexperienced, virginal mind. Oh yes, my cherished Horace! How I wish you were here now! I would ravage you like a starving oriental peasant falling hungrily upon a bowl of rice. I have to stop thinking about you somehow my darling... But how? Through the day, it's easy enough to fill my mind with business matters and all of those issues that confront a woman about to take over an established family business. Indeed, there's always something to occupy my mind between six o'clock in the morning and ten o'clock in the evening. But then, the day comes to an end and it's time to sleep; time to refresh myself for the coming day. That's when the horrible reality strikes like the smithy's hammer. I know what lies ahead; hours of sleepless turmoil as I live and relive the passion that we once shared. In the darkness, my back arches involuntarily and my legs part hungrily as I thrust my saturated labia upwards in a futile attempt to find your searching tongue. My thighs tremble in anticipation of the innervating feel of your articulated oral caress. My breasts heave with promiscuous abandon as I yield them up to meet the fiery embrace of your full red lips. And so it goes. Each night the same unanswered dreams of lust and carnal surrender. The deep, yearning need goes unsatisfied until I finally yield to my baser instincts and attain satisfaction by my own shameful hand. But Alas, my self-gratification brings only temporary physical relief. The deep emotional incitation to see you again, to feel your lips on my body, to experience the lascivious thrill of your lizard like tongue sliding into my secret place, exploring all of my female pockets, goes unfulfilled. Now, more than ever, that need is unappeased and will remain so until you are once again by my side, my licentious little garden gnome. As I so beseechingly stated in my letter of November last, I must see you again. Please take quill in hand and let me know if inmates are allowed intimate visitations at the correctional facility in which you are now billeted. You need only confirm that to me my darling and I'll fly to you on wings of unashamed lust. You are my vulva washing lover, my erotic hero. No one will ever replace you, neither in my bed nor between my palpitating labia Write me my darling. Send me a telegram. Contact me by whatever means available and I'll be by your side the very next day. I will love you forever. You are my beloved cunnilinguist. An overflowing basket of kisses my darling; Your Connie Lingus Letter to a Cherished Cunnilinguist - Letter 03 July 6th, 1898 Horace my beloved; Even though you have not written a reply to either of the letters I sent to you, I have not given up hope. I simply had to write to you to let you know that I was thinking of you on this special day. I am hoping that you experienced all of the happiness that birthdays bestow. It has now been years since we gazed longingly into each other's eyes my love. I recall those heady times when we looked deeply and lovingly at one another and spoke words of love that came directly from our hearts. I listened raptly as you spoke of your dreams and aspirations in life. I hope that, save for your current incarceration, you have been meeting with some success in attaining those lofty ambitions. I hope that years from now, when you undertake a retrospective of your accomplishments during the time that you walked this earth, I will be featured prominently in the story. Surely all of the time that we spent in each others arms was as monumentally sensational for you as it was for me. I'm not sure, but if memory serves me correctly, you are now 42 years old. I was never quite so vexed by the difference in our ages as you were. I may have been only 19 years old when we first met, but since the very moment we were formally introduced, almost a decade ago, I haven't been even remotely interested in any of the eager suitors who have knocked incessantly at my front door. Yes, I've been with other men since you separated me from my virginity at the tender age of only 19 years, but none has ever been able to evoke the unbelievable depths of wanton lust that your soft moist lips, and your furiously darting tongue were able to coax from my love deprived existence. My goodness, every time I think of the sensual heaven that your innervating tongue was able to send me to, I become so wetly aroused, that I have to spend the rest of the day wearing an absorbent swatch beneath my pantalettes. I am aghast when I think of the colossal impact that you and your darting tongue have had on my life. The plain truth is, you are not a comely fellow. In fact some would insist that you are somewhat gnome like in appearance. You are neither athletic nor muscular and in your nakedness, as I see you coming down upon me in my dimly lit boudoir, your abbreviated silhouette appears somewhat elf like. You haven't the least talent for social interaction and tend to be far more introverted than I. Yet still, knowing all of these things, the touch of your bewitching tongue between my softly opened legs, the caress of your soft wet lips against my breasts, the heat of your searing breath against my skin, drives me absolutely insane with desire. Every night I pray that I will stop thinking about you; that I will finally be able to make a return to the normal life that I knew before your articulate tongue enslaved my female senses with its magical caress. But alas, the memory of the phenomenal mouth to genitals lovemaking that you bestowed on me can never fade into obscurity. The moment my head falls to my pillow, your countenance looms up before me in the darkness. I could never and will never forget my loving little lizard with the coiled tongue. As I lie in bed, unsuccessfully seeking sleep, my mind harkens back to the last time that we were together. It is possible that you will not recall, as tender memories of carnal love, for some reason seem of greater importance to me than to you. The season was over and we had just finished our final breakfast together. I asked you if you wanted to go for a short walk before you departed for the train station. You agreed and so we strolled down the path that runs past the west barn and, once we had moved out of the line of vision of anyone who might be lurking near the manor, I boldly took your hand and led you over to the large heap of straw that was stacked behind the barn. I don't know how I could have been so daring, but I needed to experience your articulate darting tongue one more time before we parted ways. I began to kiss you, but for some reason you were not as receptive as I expected. I suspect that you were worried that we might get caught or that you might arrive late at the train station. Do you remember how naughty I was that day? I can hardly believe that it was I who behaved in such a brazen manner. I recall that I had purposely worn a wide hemmed dress and beneath it I was wearing nothing. I was naked, without any of the usual undergarments that any young lady of good breeding would ever go without. Your eyes filled with lust as I pulled the dress up, displaying the dark triangle of my pubic mound. As you stood there, mesmerized by the sight of my private parts, I grasped your hand and pressed it against the dark, moist curls of my female center. I recall that you recovered fairly quickly from your initial hesitation when you felt how warm and wet and ready I was for the touch of your loving tongue. I pressed your hand hard against my impatiently swollen labia to let you know how much I needed to feel your oral caress. You came to life immediately and dropped to your knees between my shamelessly spread thighs. I could feel your fingers parting the hair that guarded my intimate slit. Oh Horace. It was such a delicious feeling! I let myself fall back onto the piled hay, my legs parted wide, allowing you full access to my most secret place. My pink lipped opening spread wide, eagerly awaiting your oral attention. My covert plan had worked perfectly. When you saw me lying there, my legs wide spread and my maidenly innocence in full view, you became a raging stallion. You dallied not a second and fell hungrily upon the softly opened flesh between my trembling legs. I felt an electric shock dance along the length of my passion engorged labia as your probing tongue slid effortlessly between the swollen pink lips of my womanhood. I felt like I had been struck by a white hot bolt of lightening. You licked hungrily at my female crease, from the very bottom to the very top. The sensation left me breathless and impatient for more. I pulled immodestly on the back of your head in an impudent attempt to propel your tantalizing tongue even further into my ravenous canal of lust. But you persisted in your intention to explore every part of the center of my maidenhood with your intrepid serpent of oral lust. You pushed my legs further apart, spreading wide the gates to my most intimate locale. With my maidenly center now laid fully open and completely vulnerable, you placed your lingual servant at the lowermost fold of my female crease and slowly, evocatively, commenced a libidinous journey along the channel that lies between the moistly saturated and conspicuously swollen lips of my female identity. My body shook with wanton need as your provocative tongue slid tantalizingly along the depression. It first encountered the smaller inner lips that guard the access to my sexual entrance. It moved innervatingly around them and over them repeatedly, creating tiny contractions that sent searing signals of increasing need to my love fevered brain. Then, on it moved, like an articulated viper, sampling all of the flesh that slid fleshily beneath it in a to and fro search of my sexual treasure. Like a beagle in search of the fox, it finally found the tiny button of arousal that protruded from the upper folds of my sex. It was, by then, rigidly swollen with the passion that was ignited by your relentless oral fondling. You sucked it hungrily into your mouth. Your lips locked around its tiny base and held it there securely while you slowly began to caress its turgid anatomy with your tongue. At the same time, you sucked it gently, creating an erotic experience that defied description. My head began swimming with the rapturous delight being endowed by your bewitching mouth and tongue. I don't know how long you held me slave to the delicious articulations of your tongue and lips. I was lost in a colossal flood of lust and carnal wonder. I laid there, the passion swollen lips of my sex opened wide to the expert machinations of your oral lovemaking. I recall reaching once again for the back of your head. Finding it, I began pulling in an effort to let you know that I was ready for the total satisfaction that would only come when I felt your tongue stab deeply into my love starved vaginal sheath. You were immediately compliant. Your oral manipulation of my outer genitalia ceased and I felt your tongue move to the small lips of my inner gateway. You pressed insistently against them, spreading them apart to allow passage of your oral appendage. Then, like a warrior wielding a dagger, you plunged your tongue deep into the hot wet scabbard of my maidenhood. It was an awakening. All of my pent up need, all of my wanton longing, was released as your flailing tongue massaged the length of my love canal and lovingly caressed my womb. I can't even remember how many time I was shaken to the very centre of my soul by all of the blindingly erotic climaxes I experienced that day. I can only suppose that the thought of losing a love such as yours drove me to heights of passion that I'd never before been able to reach. I think I was trying to make up for all of the sensual fulfillment that I knew was going to be lost when you departed. Do you remember how licentiously demanding I was that day? To my everlasting shame, I thought only of my own satisfaction, never considering the social consequences of being far too quick to accommodate the sexual needs of a man I had known for only a few months. I hope you do not think less of me for the moral weakness I displayed that day. Although I am most partial to the oral lovemaking that you so expertly bestow, I wanted to participate in traditional intercourse with you that day Horace. I remember that you didn't want to take the chance of leaving me impregnated and refused to engage in coitus as it simply wouldn't be safe to do so. I assured you that it was not a concern at that particular time and that we had nothing to worry about. In your excited state, you reluctantly agreed to my suggestion on the understanding that you would withdraw your stiffly distended member from my vagina once your ejaculation became imminent. . By then, we were both committed to full and complete penetration and I recall the shock that I felt when you threw my legs as far apart as they would go and drove your turgid phallus all the way into me in a single ardent thrust. I barely felt the pain of my maidenhead being shattered as my need for you was overpowering all of my other senses. You were a stampeding stallion. I don't remember you ever being more driven by unbridled need than you were that day my darling. Your face was crimson with lust as you pushed furiously in and out of my virgin vagina in a frenzy of carnal joy. My God, it was wonderful! I cried out in fleshly abandon each time I felt another climax approaching. I again lost track of time as our lovemaking continued. I remember your voice shook with sensual ardor, as you told me how good it felt to be inside of me. You kept varying the tempo of your thrusts, speeding up and slowing down, thrusting deeply and then shallowly. You withdrew your pulsing, crimson headed warrior of love from my female opening several times and slid it to and fro across the prominent rise of my tiny button of sensory delight. That particular act gave rise to a myriad of delightful sensations that were so succulent that they inhibit my attempts to sleep to this very day. All the while, your hands squeezed my heaving breasts as your magic lips sucked their soft pink peaks. My head was spinning in delirious circles of lust when you whispered in a hoarse and passion filled voice that you were about to ejaculate your substantial cargo of seminal fluid. Your body began to tremble with the euphoria of the moment and I knew that it would be only a few seconds until the springing of your seed. I quickly wrapped my legs tightly around you to ensure that you couldn't withdraw your stimulated member from the loving embrace of my vagina. I wanted to feel your essence rushing into me. I wanted to feel your penis straining inside of me as each voluminous jet of love nectar exploded into my eager body. I wanted to hear you moan with satisfaction as you expressed every last drop of your essence deep into my warm, nurturing vagina. I wanted to feel you collapse against me, totally exhausted, when our lust was finally sated. A few minutes later, you raised your head from my breasts and told me that I had been foolish to keep you from exiting my vagina prior to ejaculating. I acted sorry and ashamed, but I was so happy that I finally had living evidence of your love residing deep inside of me where it belonged. I knew that it would not result in a shame filled conception outside of marriage but would satisfy a deeply nested need that had been consuming me from the moment that your magical tongue first held me hostage to its divine touch. Just sitting here writing about that final sexual experience between us has set me afire with lust. My undergarments are soaked through to my outerwear and the settee I now occupy will soon be bathed by the sopping evidence of my lascivious thoughts. It seems that I just can't think about you without wanting to once again feel your loving tongue thrusting deeply into my secret place. When will it ever end? I want you every minute of every day and every night my loins ache with need as the memory of your darting, searching oral appendage reduces me to a sensually deprived reprobate. Please let me know that you still have feelings for me. Please assure me that I wasn't just a notch on your bedpost of sexual conquest. I have to go now. I have a meeting at the agricultural board tonight and must get ready. It will be a difficult meeting because I'll be thinking of that sensually charged Summer when I had you and your enchanted tongue all to myself. Please see if you can arrange for me to visit you at the penitentiary where you are now billeted. Is there an area in the establishment where we can be alone and will be allowed to express our physical love for each other? If so, I will hire a carriage immediately and make my way to your side on wings of undying devotion. Your love slave forever, Connie Lingus Letter to a Cherished Cunnilinguist - Letter 04 Letter 04 My Dearest Darling Horace; November 8th, 1898 It is near morning here on the farm. I have tossed about in my bed of lonesome discontent for the entire night. Alas, sleep has successfully eluded me yet again. Shortly after the clock struck four, I came very close to slumber, but just as my upper eyelids were about to meet with their lower counterparts, I saw your evocative visage before me. It hovered above my bed, smiling knowingly as I rolled over in an attempt to hide from its penetrating gaze. Now, some three hours later, I have surrendered any hope of sleep and am up and awake with the new day. I've taken quill in hand to once again express my frustration. I must ask again, why have you not responded to my letters? As it appears that you have chosen to ignore my requests for a private meeting, I took the liberty of writing to the Warden of the prison in which you are now billeted and where you will remain until repayment of your debt to society is complete. I enquired about your well being and whether or not you are permitted visitors. He is a close acquaintance of an old and dear friend and treated my anguish with kindness and understanding. He informed me that you are faring satisfactorily and are allowed visitors as your offence was not so great that you pose a threat to any who might wish to visit you. He added that visitation for purposes of physical intimacy, such as I have requested, was quite unusual. Such meetings are reserved only for those who are prepared to reimburse him directly for the costs involved in making such unusual arrangements. I have already forwarded the amount of reimbursement requested by the Warden and he will let me know when arrangements for our rendezvous are complete. Along with the emolument requested, I enclosed a description of the accoutrements that will be required in order to ensure that our reunion is satisfactory in every way. We will be granted 24 hours of uninterrupted time, alone in a room located in a forgotten corner of the prison. The quarters will be less capacious than I am used to, but will be much more commodious than those in which you have spent the majority of your time whilst an involuntary guest at the facility. A bed and a small bath will be included along with an assortment of energy enhancing comestibles. I have arranged for a local agent to deliver these delicacies which include cantharis infused pastries, and ginseng imbued sweetmeats. I find that my sleeplessness is no longer the complete villain that it has been heretofore. As I lie in my bed, dreaming of once again falling under the spell induced by your magical tongue, I am able to conceive wonderful activities in which we may revel during our impending reunion. Oh my goodness Horace! Just think of all of the delightful sexual revelry that we will have the opportunity to explore my darling. I have never recovered from the lust filled nights that we spent together while you were in my parents employ and look forward to reigniting the flame of carnal love that was lit by your magic tongue all those years ago. I have given the matter much thought and believe that we should begin with a reintroduction of your gentle and caressing tongue to my passion deprived vulva. Oh god Horace! In my dreams, I invariably feel the coiled serpent of lust that is your tongue, sliding hungrily up my trembling thighs and sending me on flights of sensual delirium. I feel your expert fingers once again parting the soft dark hair of my pubic mound to expose the hotly swollen flesh of my labia. Then, as I open my legs in welcome, I feel your enchanted tongue sliding delicately along their turgid length, gently separating them and exposing the center of my womanhood to your lascivious touch. I gasp with helpless abandon, there in the darkness of my boudoir, as I feel your tongue pressing eagerly between the fleshy gates that guard my virtue. You tease me cruelly as you withdraw your darting oral bullwhip and begin kissing the inside of my thighs and my plumply engorged labia. I reach for the back of your head and try desperately to pull your massaging tongue back into the more sensitive areas of my love mound, but you are merciless. You kiss up and down the entire length of my outer labia, licking and sucking provocatively as you taste each and every part of my female center. But I need more. I cannot long endure your insistence on circling that yearning center that should already by enduring a direct attack by your lingual soldier of love. You take pity on me when I begin weeping with unrequited sensual need. I am there before you, my legs open in bawdy invitation, my labia spread in wide welcome, awaiting the familiar thrust of your articulated tongue. Finally you acknowledge the wanton urgency of my whispered pleas and, wielding your tongue like an assassin's dagger, plunge it deeply into my softly opened vagina. Oh god! I thrust my hips hungrily up to meet the attack of this lingual intruder. Like a serpent's body uncoiling as it strikes, it reaches deep into my passion engorged sheath of love and I feel its tantalizing tip touching those secret places that are so deeply located that they have never before been accessed by any man but you. Our passion grows at an exponential pace. You are by now as single minded as I in the search for satisfaction. I feel your hot breath roaring against my widespread thighs, as you whip your oral appendage from side to side while it's lodged in the deepest part of my womanhood. I feel the bristle on your moustachioed upper lip as it brushes against the tiny button of sublime passion that rests in the upper folds of my pudenda. I feel the warm trickle of saliva that escapes from the corners of your mouth as your lingual assault progresses. It oozes, like a warm syrup, down between my open legs and into the crease of my heaving buttocks. My God, I am nearing a climax just recalling that moment! Then, as my body is arched like cupid's bow, in anticipation of a long awaited sexual release, you withdraw your enchanted tongue from the saturated depths of my sexual scabbard. I moan with the disappointment of a climax so close and then denied. But, you are not the lover I worship for the sexual disappointments he delivers. Rather, you are the lover I worship for his boundless talents in my boudoir of carnal adventure. You know that my satisfaction will come in greater measure if you coax its progress slowly and lovingly. My carnal orifice now vacant, your lips begin to explore all of me. I feel them gliding hungrily, to and fro, over my turgid labia, kissing and sucking as they go. I lurch upwards to meet their caress, my heart fluttering wildly and my thighs trembling with anticipation. Your hands reach up over your head and find my heaving breasts. You squeeze them gently and fondle the sensitively swollen nipples between thumb and forefinger. You raise your head from between my widespread legs and kiss the soft, damp hair of my pubic mound. Then up you come to my tummy, kissing and nibbling the warm flesh as you make your way to my round, abundant breasts. You take their pink nippled peaks between your lips and gently suckle like a babe feasting at its mothers breasts. And as your sucking becomes more vigorous, you pull each nipple all the way into your mouth, along with its areola and a generous portion of the surrounding flesh. You suck hard and urgently, almost devouring me in your state of surging lust. Now you leave my heaving breasts and begin kissing my throat, my ears, my nose, my cheeks, my hair and finally, my lips. I respond with all of the carnal need that has been building in me during the course of our merger. Your tongue slides deep into my mouth, touching the back of my throat. You move it from side to side, coaxing my own tongue to unite with it in a dance of lascivious delight. I reach down and feel your rigid penis straining against my pubic mound. The tip is wet and slippery as some of your seed has escaped while our passion has been expanding. The back of my hand brushes against my pubic mound and I am suddenly aware of a thick effusion of lubricating pomade that saturates its tufted matt. I am straining against you as your mouth leaves mine and returns to my sensual center. I am ready for your entry. I cannot long retain my sanity without experiencing the satisfaction of a sexual climax. I shout out, "Take me! Make me scream with the pleasure of release! Split me open with your steel hard shaft of sexual conquest! I must have you now!" But you have other plans. Once again you begin showering my longing genitalia with oral attention. You place your hands on the inside of my thighs and push them further apart than I would ever spread them to welcome a suitor. Then it begins. I feel your fingers spread my labia and sense the heat of your breath on the deep channel that lies between. You begin to lick the entire surface of the channel. Your tongue slides ardently over the trickle of love lubricant that oozes down into the crease of my buttocks, up over the smaller lips that guard the opening to my sheath of female intimacy and then up over the tiny button of profound pleasure, located at the top of my labial slit. I begin rolling my head from side to side. Back and forth you go, your oral appendage teasing me mercilessly, making me beg for the satisfaction of a climax. And then, at last, I feel it. Your serpentine tongue plunges deep into my vagina. My back arches involuntarily and I simply surrender to the passion that crashes over my body in a storm of carnal pleasure. Your articulated tongue continues plunging in and out of my starving vagina like a steam piston. Its wriggling, twisting, flailing contortions engender contractions of libidinous rapture that leave me breathless. I throw my head back with total abandon as the furious contractions of my climax spray forth tiny jets of excited female fluid that soak your face and shoulders as you continue probing my sexual depths with your lingual appendage. I groan with pleasure as each jet of fluid is ejaculated and continue pulling insistently on the back of your head to ensure that there is no dislodgement of your pleasure engendering tongue. My climax now complete, I lie there, absolutely satisfied, my arms lying helplessly at my side, my legs still widespread and my breasts still heaving with the satisfaction of my long awaited sexual release. Of course, when we finally reunite Horace, I promise that you will also enjoy a level of sexual satisfaction never before experienced. I will ensure that you are unburdened of the huge cargo of liquid love seed that you have accumulated whilst incarcerated. Please avoid pleasuring yourself for a fortnight prior to our reunion as I will be a demanding mistress and will insist on several couplings during our short time together. I will send you another letter once arrangements have been finalized by the warden. Soon we will be together again Horace. I cannot wait to once again feel the touch of your enchanted magic tongue. I shall love you forever my libidinous little munchkin. Your adoring slave of sensual pleasure forever. Connie Lingus