0 comments/ 21092 views/ 0 favorites Letter to a Lover By: mistyfox Dear lover, I know that we can’t be together, so I’ve written you something to think of me until we can. We're in Vermont in December. We're out snowmobiling and having a ball. We've stopped a few times to have snowball fights, but as the daylight fades, we feel the chill and need to head back to the log cabin. We're sharing a snowmobile. You're driving and I'm sitting behind you, snuggled into your back, my arms wrapped tightly around your waist. We're maintaining a good speed and I'm enjoying the feeling of the icy wind whipping past, although your chest acts as a good windshield. The temperature is dropping rapidly as we pull up to the cabin. We remove our boots at the door, and step inside, smelling the pine. You help me unzip my ski jacket as I still haven't got the feeling back in my fingers, despite the thick gloves I wore. We undress unceremoniously, and I head toward the shower to warm up while you decide to build a fire. I am done showering off just about the time you've got a nice blaze going, and you head off to wash. Not wanting to waste too much time, you finish up quickly and walk out into the cabin, which is really just one room with a bedroom and kitchen and makeshift living room, a couch in front of the fireplace, it's back to the bathroom. The fire is going nicely, the only light in the room, but I am nowhere to be seen. At your feet you see a rose petal. Then another, and another, making a trail around the bed and into the living room. Dropping your towel, you slowly follow the trail of petals. They are blood red and soft under your feet. You collect each one as you pass it, and have a handful by the time you come around the couch. There is a soft fleece blanket on the floor, in front of the fireplace and I am laying on it, naked, with another thin blanket on top of me. I am surrounded by dozens of rose petals and you sprinkle the ones in your hand on me as well. I have thought of everything. There are two glasses of chilled wine on the little table by the couch and I have massage oil standing by as well. I move over, and motion for you to lie on your stomach. You oblige and get comfortable on the thick blanket. I get the massage oil, and rub it in my hands, making it warm. I straddle your rear end and lower my hands onto your back. I rub you down with the oil, working with lithe hands. Using as much force as I would to rub lotion in, I move my hands to cover your entire back. Again, your eyes are closed, just thinking of the moment and nothing else. My hands linger on your shoulders and I put pressure into my finger-tips as they glide over your slick back. A soft moan escapes your lips and I smile, knowing that I am making you feel good. I work my hands until they are expertly massaging all your muscles, focusing on your shoulders and neck. Occasionally you move to allow me access to crimped areas and I work out all the kinks. It gives me great pleasure to know it feels good for you and I decide to venture out further from your back. Swinging my leg over so I am now sitting next to you, I pour more oil into my hands and begin to rub your buttocks. It is so incredibly shaped, I want to bite it, but refrain. I work my hands in motions that cause you to relax even more. I then move past your butt to your thigh and rub my hands around, watching the tiny hairs curl from the oil. I rub each and every muscle I can feel with my fingers and move down to your knee, then your calf. This is an area of great interest to me and I rub with earnest at the strong muscle underneath my hands. As if kneading dough, I rub and massage and then work down to your ankle. Only using a drop of oil, I pick up your foot and rub it tightly between my fingers, making sure I don't miss a single spot. Each toe gets paid special attention and my thumbs rub until they tingle. Not wanting to neglect the other leg, I begin that one at the feet and make sure that every inch of that one is covered as well. I work my way up this time, going from the tip of your toe, back up the ankle, to the calf, knee and thigh. I return to your butt and by now the oil has soaked into your skin, leaving it silky and smooth. I plant kisses all over your back and shoulders. You shudder as it occasionally tickles, and you gently roll over taking my shoulders in your hands. You lower me down to kiss me and our mouths meet with earnest. You nibble my lip and I know you are ready. I can see that you are hard and that makes me get wet. But I am not ready just yet. This is your day. I want to massage your chest and feel your muscles as I rub them. I take the bottle of oil and let some drizzle on your chest. It's chilly and you shiver from it. But soon my hands begin to rub it in, warming it up. I linger on your nipples, playing with them and teasing them. I continue rubbing your chest and stomach and the lower I go, the more I can see your stomach muscles contracting. I decide not to be too cruel and rub my hands down the front of your legs, but just enough to remove the remaining oil from my hands. I come back to kiss you and to make sure you are completely relaxed. Seeing that your eyes are closed, I begin to give your cock some little kisses. The tip is so velvety soft and I run it across my lips. Wetting my lips, I lower my mouth over you and hear your gasp of pleasure. I use my mouth to massage your rock hard cock and with each passing second, I am getting wetter and wetter with anticipation. I am hungry to give you pleasure and want you to scream with ecstasy. But I don't, I just continue to move my mouth up and down, using my hands to cover the lower part and to massage your balls as my mouth works over the top. Your hips move slightly in rhythm to my mouth and your hand reaches down to cover my head, to feel the rising and falling motion. I know that you are feeling good and I want it to last. I slow down enough for you to ease off the edge of explosion, but continue to play with you in my mouth. You've propped your head up with your other arm so that you can watch the action and I look up to see you smiling down at me. It's finally time. Still holding you with one hand I put my leg over you and mount you with ease. You slip inside my pussy that is dripping wet. I put my hands down around your sides and ride you up and down, but very slowly. You feel so good inside me I want to burst. But I steadily move up and down until your hips start thrusting to the movement. You've hit the point of no return and in a move that makes my insides quiver, you grab my waist and move me up and down on your shaft. I reach down to play with my clit and feel the mounting pressure inside. I know that you are ready to cum and that thought pushes me over the edge. My contracting muscles squeeze your cock and you cum with force, letting out great moans of delight that are almost screams. I collapse on top of you and nuzzle my face into your neck. After a minute, we start to get warm and I roll off just so I'm lying next to you. You reach up and pull a rose petal out of my hair. We lay there for a while, in front of the fire, naked, watching it snow outside. Letter to a Lover My dearest Tracy, As I sit here in this quite little room all I can think of is our last night together. I lie here on the bed many a night thinking about that very night and can’t help but get hard at the mental images that rush through my mind. When I finally get home I have some ideas on how to make our next session even better. I thought since I have the time I would let you know just what to expect. After I take you out for dinner and dancing and get you all liquored up, (you know how you get after a night of drinking), I am going to take you home and turn on the stereo. After a little private dancing I am going to sit in my lazy boy and have you do one of your little strip teases for me like you love to do. As soon as your get down to that tiny red thong, the one I bought you on our last trip at Victoria’s secret, I am going to pull you over my lap. I know as your reading this your hand is already in your panties rubbing that sweet little pussy as you long to feel my touch. In time you will feel me put you over my knee, I know you have spent to much time shopping and on the phone to your girlfriends when you should be writing and thinking about me. I am going to spank that sweet bubble butt of yours until you whimper and beg me to stop. Once the tears come to a halt, I expect you’ll crave a softer touch. But I know you love the spankings and it makes you all wet inside. I am going to lay you on the floor and peel those panties off and slide my tongue all over that sweet snatch of yours, so make sure you shave the day before I get home. I want to slip my fingers inside you and curl them hitting that spot that makes you squeal and arch and say “oh yes daddy,” I know what you need and want and I can’t wait to give it to you. As soon as I have my fingers working inside you I am going to go down on you for at least twenty minutes and lick you through as many orgasms as I can. I know that little clitty of yours is already swollen right now thinking about it. And I remember how much you love when I run my tongue down your slit and tease you between your butt cheeks. I know the spots and how to work them baby. Don’t forget that while I am here. I know that by then I will be so hard and ready to fuck you but I do have one request. Don’t let me fuck you until you have wrapped those pretty pink lips of your around my cock and sucked on me for a few minutes. I know you love the taste of my cum, how you tell me every time we talk on the phone all you can think about is the moment you can take me in your mouth again. I don’t care if I cum in your mouth or even if I do if you spit or swallow I just need to feel your mouth on my body again. I need to feel your lips all over my skin. God I wish you could have come and visited this weekend the only thing I could think about was sneaking you back to the room and fucking you until you wobbled out. So many nights have passed since our last lovemaking session that I have had to jerk off a few times just to relieve the pressure. Tracy I love you and know that you love and want me too. I can’t wait to bend you over the table like you said you wanted last time you were here and slamming all of my cock inside you. It’s been too long baby. Only another week and I will be home. No more trips for a while I promise, I think you had better take a few days off work because you won’t be able to get out of bed if your tied to it. Hehe. Well I am off to go to mail this letter now and hopefully it will get there a few days before I do and you will lie awake in anticipation of when I get home. Goodbye my love and see you soon. P.S. Remember to set up the video camera I think I am finally ready to try it for you. Love, Ted Letter to a Lover Hi babe, How are you doing today? Fine I hope. Are you feeling better than before? I hope so, don’t want you to see you down and lonely. So you liked the messages I sent to your phone? I knew you’d like them. I really do wish I could have been there with you and done a little special cheering up. I miss you. There, I said it. I know you are feeling a bit lonely, are there no nice women around to soothe that itch of yours? Ah well, too bad. I guess you will just have to take matters into your own hands then... So, do you do that? Take matters into your own hands? I bet you do, and I bet you do it quite often knowing you. Don’t worry babe, I don’t mind. I’m doing the same thing. Well, what’s a gal to do with her man in another country? The other night my hormones were really flying, When you sent me that message that you had guests I really did want to throw them out. I wanted to walk in through that door, tell all of them to leave because I wanted to fuck my man the whole night. I wanted to kick them out and when the last guest had left, I would close that door, turn around and push you into the wall while kissing you greedily. Pressing my warm lips against yours I would sneak my tongue into your hot mouth and play around with yours. Gently I would lick the corners of your mouth and run my tongue along those soft lips of yours. With my left hand I would rub you through your pants, feeling you grow harder by the minute. My right hand unbuckling your belt as fast as possible. Finally the belt is unbuckled, and your gorgeous cock is released from its confinements. Letting go after one more kiss, you can feel my breath along your neck while I kiss and let my tongue lick and tease along it. My left hand is stroking your hard cock. I love the way it looks, the way it stands at attention and reacting to my every touch. I stroke it up and down, feeling the warmth exuding from it. In a steady grip I move my hand up and down the shaft, as a moan leaves your lips. I stop right under the head, then let my thumb gently move around the edge of the head. Slowly I work my thumb along the edge and then around the whole head. Wetting the thumb with a couple of droplets of your precum I keep letting it massage the sensitive head. You can feel the featherlight movements and the longer they go on, the more the whole sensation starts to concentrate on the head. Then you feel the fingers of my right hand grasp around the base of the shaft. As I tighten the grip on the base and start to pump up and down , the left hand continues to concentrate on the head. I can hear you moan the more I work on you. I love to hear you enjoying yourself. As you start to get impatient you beg me to go down on you, motioning my head downwards. I stop the stroking and push you back against the wall. Tonight I’m in charge. Once again I kiss you passionately, pulling back when your tongue seeks mine, but reciprocate with a vengeance. That shirt you’re wearing; too many buttons. Can’t be bothered. You hear the sound of ripped fabric, but have no time to react before you feel my lips around your nipples. Encircling the areaola with the tip of my tongue before it starts to flick over your sensitive nipples. While I kiss your chest and occasionally nibble on your nipples, my left hand continues to work on making you as hard as possible. Your chest rises and falls faster as your breath gets heavier. With my tongue I trail down your torso before being faced with your beautiful cock. My lips embrace the head and in a swift motion I take you as deep as possible. I let your cock head tickle the back of my throat while my tongue dances around the shaft. Slowly I move up until just the head lies on my bottom lip. With the tip of my tongue I tickle it before taking you in again. Just the head this time. Sucking and with a steady tempo and pressure massaging it. As I give you that blowjob you’ve been craving for, my right hand starts to play gently with your balls. I run a finger along your innerthighs up towards your crotch before letting two fingers caress that soft area behind your balls. As I feel your body tightening up I take all of you once again, keeping up the tempo with my warm mouth, as well as using my left hand while the right one continues to play with your balls. I know you’re getting closer, your balls are tightening and your body’s becoming more eager. You tense up and I can feel your cock twitching inside of my mouth as you cum. I’ve always loved that feeling, it gives a sense of power. When you try to pull out I won’t let you. I want to feel you in my mouth a bit longer. Before letting go I swirl my tongue around your spent cock, extracting a loud groan from your lips as you’re still very sensitive. When I finally let go I look up at you smiling. Then I swallow. Have a wonderful day at work babe. Love Tracy "Thanks for reading. Feedback is greatly appreciated and don’t forget to vote." Letter to a Lover Dear Brad, You asked me last weekend, "What would I like to do to you sexually if I were given the opportunity." I have been thinking about this for days and now I believe I know the answer. I also know what measures need be taken to achieve this goal. My fantasy is to dominate you. I really want to tie you up and have my way with you. I want to use my body to drive yours into a sexual frenzy, yet at the same time make sure that you to have no access to my pussy until I release my control back over to you and this will be at my discretion. I would like you to allow me do whatever I want to you...and what I want more than anything is to make you physically submit to me for a change. When you get home from work tonight, I want you to get on our bed. I am going to tie your hands together so that no matter how turned on you get, you cannot touch me until I let you loose. I am going to part your legs as widely as you do mine and tie each one separately to the bottom bed rail. I am going to use the blue nylon cords you own: the ones, which you bought to tie me up but now the tables are to be turned. I want you to experience what this feels like. I desire to make you feel and understand the things I go through when I am under your control. I will use the same fasteners on you as those you use on me when we are together. I am going to secure one of your wrists and bring the other wrist to meet it and entwine the two together. I will bind the ends to the top railing giving you just enough slack to be comfortable...nothing else. I am going to cover your mouth with tape to enhance the effect of your bondage. [Imagine me looking at you. Watching as your erection starts to steeple slowly rising higher each second. I see you lying there erect and needy. I will devour you but at my whim, not yours.] I am wondering how I am ever going to remove your clothing if I tie you up like that. If I untie you to remove your clothing, you may not allow me the opportunity to finish my fantasy...I should make you strip for me first. No, I have a better idea: I will cut your clothes off your body as you lie there. I would begin at your ankles and cut my way up your trouser leg whilst you watch: my long brown hair and copious, braless breasts dangling down in front of you. [However, you will not be able to touch them.] I will slice my way to your inner thigh and stop. I will lean in closer to you...unfasten your zipper and feel inside the opening...gently stroke your engorged rod with my fingertips. It is usually such a hard and eager fellow when I stroke it. You will desire my hand to stroke it more vigorously, possibly take it out of its confinement... put it in my mouth... we will see about that later. What else will I do to you tonight, dear: let me think? I will massage that bulky area between your thighs for just a moment more, and then cut up your other trouser leg until your legs and crutch are exposed to my view. I will then lean forward and kiss the inside of your thigh, almost where your balls meet your leg. In my mind, I see you mumble something through the tape on your mouth. I simply look at you and smile. I will revel in the size of your masculine endowment as I gently cut away the rest of the material. I can imagine you giving me a warning look, which says, "Cut Me, and there will be hell to pay." I will take great pleasure in watching your labored breathing as I step up your erotic torment. I shall part the remaining fabric to glory in your erection. I will cut away your underpants and reveal your manhood to my lustful eyes in all its fullness. I love to see your cock. I always have. I will lean forward at this stage and allow my long brown hair to gently brush backwards and forwards over your groin. Is that a moan I hear coming from your lips. Shall I continue...? I would want to see and feel my hands on your chest. That part of your body has always turned me on. I would push your polo shirt up under your chin. Play with your chest, stroke, and bite your nipples. You will become my own plaything. Cock exposed body ready to fuck at my command: and fuck you I shall. I am going to remove my shirt so that my naked breasts are yours to see but not handle [can you see them lover: large nipples standing erect, soft pink areolas.] I slip out of my panties so that you can see my ripe, ready-to-be-fucked pussy and know that if I choose to straddle you, you will penetrate me. [Can feel my tight pussy clutching at your cock right now? The feeling surrounding your dick as it moves in and out of my tight little hole.] I would now straddle your lower legs, take your weeping cock in my soft hands, and begin to milk it: pulling slowly at first, then as your body begins to twist beneath me I would begin to milk it just that little bit harder...and with a tighter, firmer grip. I would place my thick, wet tongue on the very tip where the moisture is thickest and tickle the end with teasing strokes...manhandle your balls and feel the heavy sac between my splayed fingers. I can envisage you bucking your lower body slightly upwards desirous of a more interior-type contact. However, I will not allow this: not yet. I want to tease you some more so I slide my body a little further up so that my pussy is just touching the base of your cock and I rock on my haunches rubbing my slick juices all over your cock. I turn around and squat. My sodden pussy inches from your face. The sexual scent of female arousal wafts up around you. You will be able to taste me just by the smell. It is sweet and thick in the air surrounding us. You know that scent well, my love. I will lower my pussy to your face and make you pleasure me using the languid swirls and speedy swipes of your tongue, repeatedly flicking my clit and tasting the flowing juices I leak from deep within. I would caress your chest and then pinch your nipples using a combination of gentleness and something akin to a light Chinese burn. I would then return to my attention to your throbbing dick. I would pull and massage your heavy balls, working you up until you are obviously on the verge of coming. My imagination is working overtime now and fantasy forms an image in my mind of the two of us at play. I would lean in and kiss your cock with the same gentleness of a butterfly landing on a rose petal. I would place my mouth around your tip and slowly edge your cock inwards. You have a huge dick and the fit always takes some getting used to. I am always mindful of my teeth possibly getting in the way and open my jaws a little wider to accommodate you. As always, I would use my spit to enhance the lubrication needed to cause the friction needed for your complete satisfaction. I will make you watch as I place my mouth over your engorged cock, have you observe my long, brown, silken-strands of hair falling about your lower body. I would have you watch you as you feel suction on at least two thirds of your cock equivalent to that of a small handheld vacuum cleaner. I will suck on you to my hearts content. The drawing sensation on your cock will be extraordinary. I will make you continually buck your pelvis upwards trying to raise your hips right off the bed, your cock further into my mouth. You will watch as I milk you further and when you finally squirt your come into my mouth, I will swallow every ounce. Only then will I let you re-take control. Hurry home. Love Marie Letter to a Lover Written on a whim this morning, after finding inspiration in a few old stories I had written but never posted. ***** 10am. I'm sitting at work, and was just thinking of you, and the things I wrote you, and the things you wrote me. I start to squirm in my seat as my body begins to tingle with desire. I continue reading an erotic story I had started a few days ago, and it quickly brings me to picturing fantasies with you. I want you to dress me up a slutty as you want me, and collar me. Hold my leash, and bring me anywhere you want to go, dressed for your entertainment. Bring me to a bar, where everyone can see how much of a dirty girl I am, but you won't allow anyone to touch because I'm yours. I want you to whip me with the leash until it leaves red welts across my chest, thighs, maybe even ass. I want you to make me call you "Mistress", or "Ma'am", or "Sir", or whatever name that would please you and demonstrate my submission to you. I want you to punish me when I forget to call you by that name. In public, or in private. But you should know that punishments are sometimes equivalent to rewards for me, and I'll sometimes misbehave just to get a spanking. I want you to drag me by the leash into the bathroom, where everyone knows what we'll be doing. I had never thought of bathrooms as erotic places until a few years ago, when a partner of mine showed me how intimate a setting it can be. I want you to lock us both into a stall and push my against a wall, kissing passionately while you unzip your pants. I want you to pull of your pants and your boxers, if you're wearing any, and push my to my knees in front of you, so that I can pleasure you with my mouth, with your leg over my shoulder. I you to grab my hair while you hold my mouth to your sex, while I gasp any moan my pleasure into your swollen clit. Suck and lick your pussy, slurping up all your juices while I make you cum all over my face. Reward me with another kiss and go clean up, but don't let me clean my face so that everyone can see that I was a good girl and made my mistress cum. When we get home, I want you to strap on a cock, and I'll get on my knees again. I know it doesn't sound like it would be any fun to have someone suck your fake cock, but if you can imagine it, it's a completely thrilling and erotic thing to force a submissive to suck you off before you fuck her. I would keep my eyes locked on yours while licking around the tip of your fake cock, only taking a little bit in my mouth at a time, until you grow impatient and thrust yourself into my throat and grin as I take it all. Get your cock coated in saliva to prepare for you fucking me, although at this point I'd be so wet I don't need it. You'd tell me to kneel on the bed, facing the headboard, and you'd cuff me to the bed posts. On my knees, pushed forward just enough to expose my sex to you so you can take me from behind. You'd crawl up behind me and rub the head of the strap-on along my slit, letting it push against my opening but also grind against my clit, causing me to gasp and squirm as I try to push myself against it, trying to rush the sensation. You'd slap my ass and call me a bad girl, and move away. I'd whimper and struggle against the handcuffs and beg for you to fuck me. You'd ignore my pleas, and go into the drawer where we keep our sex toys. You'd tell me, in a sinister but playful voice, that we're going to be trying something new tonight. You'd tell me to close my eyes, and I would hesitate for a moment but close them as instructed. I'd feel the press of a blindfold covering my eyes, and I'd frown slightly. "But, blindfolds aren't new." You'd swat my ass again and tell me that's not the new part. After a few moments of silence, I start to get nervous and squirm. I can hear the click of a lube bottle being opened, and then I feel you behind me, and have a moment to wonder what you're doing. Then I feel you slide the tip of your finger against my asshole, and I gasp at the sensation of the cold lube. Anal play isn't new to me, I've experimented with it before, but it's not something that we'd ever done. You slip a finger inside of me and I moan and relax against the sensation. You moan quietly. "You've done this before." I nod. You fuck me slowly with one finger and then slip a second one in, stretching my ass to prepare for something bigger. I moan, loudly, feeling the pleasure building in my body. Just when my clit begins to tingle with the need to be touched so that I can orgasm from the pleasure, you withdraw, and I whimper at the loss. Before I can be too disappointed, I can feel you press a toy against the hole that you just withdrew from. It's bigger than your fingers, and I brace myself for the sensation. You slide it in, slowly, and as it pops into place I realize it's a butt plug. I relax against it and you slap my ass again, causing my muscles to tighten against it. I cry out at the shock, and I can almost hear you grinning at me. I hear a click, like the press of a button, and the plug in my ass starts to vibrate. I moan at the shock and pleasure of it, and instinctively push myself back towards you, like an offering. You position yourself between my legs as you had earlier, and I feel the press of the strap on between my legs again. You brush the tip of it over my now even more swollen sex, teasing my slit and my clit at the same time, until I begin panting and begging. "Please, oh! please! I need to feel you inside me. Please! Finger fuck me, fuck me with the strap on, I don't care, just please please fuck me!" you oblige by quickly burying the strap-on cock all the way inside of me in one, long thrust. I cry out at the sensation of being completely filled, and you comment on how tight my pussy is with the toy in my ass. You slowly pull your hips back and thrust into me again, in and out, in and out with long, sure strokes. I push my body back against yours and whimper as I beg you to fuck me harder. After a few minutes (that would feel like hours), your thrusts begin to get harder, faster. My body begins to tighten around you and we can both feel the orgasm building up, and you keep fucking faster and harder until I'm on the brink of exploding on you. I can feel the orgasm pressing against me, but I need clit stimulation to come, so it's a strong, fiery teasing to have you fucking me so good when my body is begging me for release, and you denying it by not touching my clit. I begin to beg incoherently to be allowed to cum. You grab my hips and pull me hard against your cock, and then grab my hair with one hand as you snake the other hand to play with my clit. You pull my head back with my hair and growl a command at me. "Cum for me, slut." Within seconds, I do, bucking and writhing against all of the sensation as my entire body tenses with the strongest orgasm I've ever had, that seems to go on forever. When it subsides I'm left panting. You remove the plug, and undo the handcuffs and pull me back into your lap before removing the blindfold. You smile down at me and I weakly grin back up at you. "How was that?" You would ask, as if you don't already know my answer. "That was...perfect." I purr out, and fall asleep with you petting my hair.