7 comments/ 64586 views/ 13 favorites For You By: Dr_Impervious * * * * * Click Here to listen. (17 min/mp3) * * * * * Well hey there... guess who. If you're listening to this then I can only imagine that you are fresh from the shower and now face down on the massage table. Very soon my slick, oiled hands will be kneading your flesh and pressing hard against your body in an attempt to relax you with this gesture of my true love. The idea came to me as I tossed and turned in bed last night. As you slept peacefully my mind raced through all of the memories I keep as a reminder of our passion and lust for one another. I thought, "What better way to turn her onto me than to share with her my explicit memories of our sex and experiments? And what better way than to say it to her as I rub her body down with oil and firm hands?" And so here I am in front of the computer reading from prompts that remind me of just some of our most treasured memories. Yes, my hand is already squeezing at my penis as I tell you this, and be sure that I will be edging toward climax as I share. But before I do I would like to warn you that there will be what some would call "inappropriate language" within these stories. For example, words such as come, cock and cunt will most likely appear several times throughout this recording. I certainly hope that these words do not distract you from the moment as my intention is to turn you on... not to offend or upset you. As you listen to me tell you these wonderful stories I want you to relax and enjoy the feeling of my hands running up and down your body as I sit elsewhere running those same hands up and down the shaft of my penis. You see what I'm trying to do here is excite you, I want to make that sweet pussy of yours wanton and wet so when it comes time for us to fuck, I will enter you with my very first gentle stroke. So where should I start I wonder? I guess I should start with foreplay and oral adventures. For what I remember, foreplay made up the first three months of our relationship. Sure there was never any penetration, but I do distinctly remember the two of us happily using our hands to bring one another to climax. I learned a lot from those first three months. I learned that you my sweet girl have incredibly sensitive nipples and only when you are at your most vulnerable (which is just moments before you come) are they accessible to my every desire. You should know that kissing your breasts and sucking on your nipples as you shiver and come in my arms has no equivalent. The only thing that comes close to fulfilling this need I have to suck and nibble at your flesh is the taste of your pussy as you suck and pull at my love for you. When it comes to giving you head I love nothing more than the smothering of your cunt as you sit on my face. This isn't the best position for giving head but it is by far the most pleasurable. Not often have you placed yourself forward as to look into my eyes as I suck at you. More often you straddle me backwards and the advantages gained make me want to stroke faster just thinking about it. One advantage of this positioning is the point blank view of your arsehole rocking back and forward before my eyes as I push and slide my tongue deep into your cunt. You already know how much I love the site and feel of your arse, but did you know that tight little hole of yours is just as sexy as the package it sits with? I often think of the countless times I have shot my come onto the small of your back only to see it quickly run down the part of your arse and over that tight and always clean hole of yours. The second advantage to this position is the ease at which you can either take me in your hands or mouth. As you know, I am always firm and at attention whenever I am kissing at your clit, and what an overwhelming feeling to have you stroking my hard member as I snatch for breath between mouthfuls of your dripping pleasure. This position more than any other has produced some of the strongest orgasms for me. I can remember several times the two of us have come at the same moment in this position. The whole experience of you shuttering in ecstasy as you suck and swallow the warm come from my pulsing cock is a high second to none... I want to come hard now while I think about it. But I wont... I want to wait for you. I want to wait until I am deep inside of you, fucking you and clutching at your hair, filling you with my lust. While we are on the subject of oral sex I would love you to know how amazingly surreal receiving head from you is. I have always found the sight of girls sucking and stroking an incredible turn on, but the sight of you dedicated to the stimulation of my own cock always appears to me as something almost unreal. Your attentions are mesmerizing, and as you rise gently up and down my shaft, and dance your tongue over the head, I dream of kissing your soft mouth and tasting my own pre-cum on your tongue and lips. Ejaculating in your mouth is a gift you give to me, it is a gift I will never take for granted and I am reminded of coming into my own mouth for you. Pulling and clutching at myself as I double over and hang my penis only inches from my own mouth. And what of all the times that I have pleased you with little more than my mouth and tongue? I remember waking you from your sleep one night by taking down your panties and proceeding to lick desperately at your pink skin and juices. It turns me on just thinking of going down and licking at your cunt. I love how you tug at my hair and pull my face hard into your pussy as flick my tongue relentlessly at your clit. My trick is that as you grow nearer and nearer to climax I suck at your clit harder and harder until you come hard on my face. The sight of you twisting and turning in ecstasy always pushes me that one step further as I clutch at your thighs and drive my tongue deep into your hole as you slowly come to from your orgasm and push me away, unable to withstand anymore pleasure as your clit gently throbs from my sucking. So how am I doing? I hope you are enjoying this. Are you relaxed? Is that pussy of yours hungry yet baby? Mmm... The many places we have fucked and fingered one another, like the time the two of us furiously wanked one another at the cinema, we both came before the opening credits had finished... what a rush. Sitting there as the usher checked on us, come wetting my underwear and my penis straining against my pants. Did you like that? Did you like sitting in an empty cinema quivering as my fingers ran up and down your wet lips, stopping at the top to rub your clitoris into and around your soft, pink flesh. I wonder what runs through your mind as I stroke at your warmth. Do you think about kissing me? Then there are the multiple times that you have stroked me as you drive. I'm still yet to come while you are behind the wheel... I hope that you plan on finishing me off one of these days, stroking me to orgasm only to return your hand to the wheel with strings of semen still clinging to your fingers and palm. I often fantasize about sitting in the backseat and masturbating as you drive and watch me from your rearview mirror. Or what of the time you so kindly lead me to the bathroom where you quite happily dropped your pants and sat comfortably on the toilet... leaving your mouth at the perfect height for me to slide my penis onto your tongue and into your mouth. I love how you gently suck at me as I grow bigger inside of you. You started to splash water into the bowl as you engulfed my cock and sucked me through an experience I am longing to reinvent. I never knew such naughty things could be so arousing. I definitely think that we should experiment more with wet games in the future. Actually, now I come to think of it, this wasn't the last time you lead me to a bathroom for extra-curricular activities. An incident comes to mind that happened only last year. Do you remember the day in class when we realized we were alone? I think we dared each other to go ahead and run down that stairwell towards the teachers' only toilet. I remember being so anxious and excited about the idea of getting caught in such an act. Can you imagine what it would have been like to be caught in a school toilet with my penis in your mouth? Ohh... the amazing scenarios we have created together, each as wild and inspired as the next. What of you kneeling before me with blindfold and mouth willfully open waiting for me to shoot my come onto you. I will never forget these amazing moments we have shared and I so dearly hope that the thought of these past scenarios are just as much a turn on for you as they are for me. I am struggling not to come... and I have barely scratched the surface of the memories I wish to share with you. But that's ok I guess, that just leaves me more to talk about next time I make you an audio love letter. Maybe next time I will tell you more about our fucking instead, maybe I will tell you about how fucking cute you looked only the other day laying on the lounge room floor with your legs and cunt in the air waiting for me to fuck you quick so we could make it to the cinema in time... but that's for next time. Now it's time to forget the fantasy and start living it. I want you to fuck me. I love you. For You Last night I was actually nervous as I climbed our stairs, winding my way to the third floor. My bedroom still warm from the heat today, the ceiling fan only stirring the air. The honeysuckle that strangles our front fence was filling the air with a soft sweet smell. I sat on the edge of my bed, soft sheets rumpled. My heart was beating, and there was a memory, an idea right at the edge of my brain. I just could not match it to the flutter in my belly. Then it touched, and the word "baby" rose up at me. A summer afternoon long ago a neighbor spots me beneath a lilac, my two year old charge and I are giggling over a tea party. My sundress pulled up on my thighs so I can sit in a tiny chair. And then his smile and his voice, "Oh my, what a sweet baby playing with her doll...oh wait, it's not a baby it's Becca and Caroline. We all laughed, even the toddler, but somewhere I really heard him, deep inside my crush turned his words around and around until I heard a deeper message, one of possibilities. And those possibilities sat, and fermented and occasionally lucked into some odds and ends of cyber. But never in real life-no play, and never being called baby". Not at all, maybe that adds to my craving, my interest in this most unwieldy topic. It just is not allowed, is not discussed, and is not explored. So it worms it's way onto fantasies, hoping, wanting, loving the idea of submitting to this male as teacher/guide. And then when you typed it so casually, it changed, and became that butterfly in my stomach. Wings stretching as my nervousness build. So I sit, waiting on the edge of my bed, waiting for more. That word drifts back and forth and I wonder what it might be like to hear your voice say it again out loud. And this adds to it, my wetness really beginning now. My tee suddenly feels like a cloak. So off it goes, and then again I sit. My thighs apart just a little, my mouth dry, and I look down at my body. Tan lines from my bathing suits, arms slightly scratched from wrestling the yard, freckles hovering about the tan threatening to reveal just how Irish I am, and I look at my legs, muscles tensed, and my soft, white, simple panties now showing a little dampness. But this body is merely a layer; it is my untouched, untaught body that needs this tonight. "Baby." I am more gentle with myself than I have ever been. Soft touches and fingertips on my nipples first, then cupping each breast, so lightly and so carefully, almost a tease. Then teasing out the hard tips, but soft, and very slow, no rushing this pleasure, there is plenty of time. I force myself to slow down, move my hands across my waist, my hips, then to my thighs. Gently and over the panties I trace myself, my wetness, my curve, again and again. My breathing changes, and again I stop to calm down. I want this to be a slow event. I want to take my time. My wants are strong, and getting stronger so I savor walking this line. My fingers tease at the edge, my thighs move a little farther apart. And I allow one finger, slid into the waistband, to touch. Damp curls, wet skin, but only stroking. No dipping in, no deepness, just taunting. I am licking my lips as I close my eyes. I find myself pressing up, thighs now open fully. But I keep up the light soft strokes. Not enough to come, not enough to release just intended to drive me to the edge. I do this for forever, or so it seems. But then I have to stop. Stop totally. I stand up and slip the panties down, stepping out of them and just standing there, panting. I then imagine you. And so I ask for permission. Knowing it had been granted years before and yet wanting it again. Now I wish more wanting your voice to sound out in this bedroom, giving me permission, saying that word. "Baby." I make myself wait, knowing I am so close. Then I sit and now spread myself open, open to you. My fingers trace their earlier path, but now more urgently. Breasts weighed in my hands, nipples pulled. Then my fingers across my waist and hips, the room humid, and my arousal so obvious, so present like rain kissed rose petals, simply aching to be released. I trace a finger across myself, stopping to circle my clit. The ache goes deeply, and I struggle to slow myself, just teasing and so close. I dip my finger into the wetness, and then suckle on it wondering of watching this would please you. I slide my finger more deeply and, baby, suck again. I am shaking a little so I decide to lean back, and using both hands I open the lips, and circle harder, pushing my palm against myself. Then I use two fingers, try for three and thrust in, one finer still teasing my clit. "Baby." I am so close, really ready. I stop and make myself get up, and then kneel down facing the bed. I lean forward and ask again for permission. My hair in my eyes, my face on the sheet, I slide my hands onto me, fingers deep and, softly "baby" echoes in my head, in my cunt and me cum. The spasms hard and fast, unable to stop I push myself to another. I am gasping, soaked with my cum and my sweat. I lean against the bed so relaxed, so exhausted. For You I just couldn't help it. I was sitting here, messing about on the Internet like I usually do, curled up on the couch with my laptop, wearing a tight top and those little boxers you love my ass in. I started reading stories, like I sometimes do -- more often than not just to see how well written they are, but sometimes for fun. Today I was proof-reading, which is a different kind of fun for me, although I wouldn't dare send my comments to any author. I was reading a letter, designed to be coming from a man who misses his wife. Detailing all of the delicious things he would do to her, if only he were there. It was so heartfelt, so unabashedly raunchy, like only a married couple could be I suppose -- he knew exactly how much she wanted him and wasn't timid in writing about it. So of course I found no fault in the writing but instead found myself getting really turned on. And nowadays, whenever I get turned on my thoughts go to you, even if it's not your doing. I put the laptop to the side of me, where I could still see it, and lay out across the couch. I took a deep breath in, and it shivered out of me in shallow bursts. I remembered a message you sent me once, telling me how to touch myself -- I dragged my fingertips across my lips, parted them, and took two fingers into my mouth, licking them with the tongue you love the size of, gently sucking at them, getting them wet. I trailed them along my jaw and onto my neck, softly tickling and lightly scratching myself. I pictured your body leaning over me, pulling off your shirt to reveal your perfect little torso -- your chest, the couple of dark hairs that offset your pale skin so beautifully, your nipples, the hints of muscle that sit on your stomach, and your hip bones, oh god your hipbones. I imagined reaching up to you, my nails lightly caressing your skin as I moved my mouth over all of my favourite parts of you, teasing your small soft nipples in my mouth, lapping at them, biting them. Thinking of the way you gasp when I touch your hips, or lick your chest, got me going even more. I imagined that sound as I moved my hand down over my collarbone and circled my breasts with my fingertips -- I wouldn't let myself at them properly, not yet. I ran my nails up my belly and finished on my nipples, which were already rock hard. I squeezed them between my fingers -- lightly at first, and then harder as I imagined your teeth pressing down on them with just enough force to make me cry out; only then did I notice that I hadn't imagined the sound. My fingers followed your imaginary tongue around my breasts, along the sensitive underside and down my belly. They hesitated as I pulled at your belt in my mind's eye, tugging at your jeans until you were naked in front of me. I don't want to dart too quickly between fact and fiction here, so.... Here's what I imagined doing first. I pulled you down on top of me, just so that I could feel your skin against mine. I ran my hands up and down your soft back, the smoothness of which is only interrupted by the rough patches where I broke the skin recently. I looked up at you, looking down at me with a wee look in your eye, and pulled your lips to mine with a firm hand on the back of your neck. I searched your mouth with my tongue, going deeper than most girls can and making you moan into the back of my throat. I pushed you back onto the couch and continued my oral assault on your torso, making you gasp and flinch again -- god I love when you do that -- and made my way down to the hardness that was pressing against me as I moved. One very wet and sloppy kiss on either side of your crotch, and I began. I started by running the tip of my nose gently from base to tip, letting my tongue out to follow my nose for the last inch or so. I repeated the motion; this time my tongue was behind my nose all the way. One last time, only I spread my tongue flat so that I covered as much of the thickness of you as I could. I could feel the want rising in you, so I took you in my hand and then in my mouth suddenly, causing you to jolt and cry out in surprise. I started slowly working you with my lips, my tongue, then took you as deep into my mouth as I could manage -- the feeling of you pressed up against the back of my throat made me moan, which vibrated down your shaft and made your solid cock pulse erratically. I started moving my mouth more firmly on you then, gaining momentum until I got you to that delicious moment just before falling over the edge.... Then I stopped. I reached up and grabbed you by your hair, lying back and pulling you back with me, on top of me, the tip of your glistening hardness tickling the curls of hair around the dripping wet centre of me. I looked into your eyes and whispered... "I'm going to touch myself, rub my clit until I come. You, you're going to fuck me, as slowly as you physically can, until I instruct you otherwise. Understand?" You nodded enthusiastically, your eyes wide and locked on mine. You only broke my gaze to follow my hands with your eyes as they ran down my body, pausing briefly to squeeze my sensitive breasts before heading down to my eager pussy. You watched closely and, supporting yourself up on your hands, waited for my fingers to make first contact. As they did, you slowly but firmly pushed yourself all the way into my already-dripping cunt. I let out a deep moan, and began to circle my clit with my fingers, sliding around with ease in the wetness caused by sucking your cock. I was already hugely turned on and could feel the stirrings of an explosive orgasm in my belly and my toes. You pulled out of me then, and hovered for a second longer than I wanted before sinking back into me, making me tighten around you and gasp with pleasure. Usually I would have made you do this for years, holding you back from fucking me hard like you so badly wanted to. But this time, this time, I needed it too. I bent my legs and used my feet to push my hips up into you, and looked into your eyes. That familiar fire was there -- you wanted me. I held your gaze and said "Fuck me." And you promptly did. My fingers danced furiously over my clit as you pounded into me, sending electric shocks through my body which all ended in my pussy, contracting around your cock. I knew I was close and as I tightened around you I knew I would push you over the edge too. I cried out, your thrusts and my frantic fingers making me bubble over as I erupted into the explosive orgasm that had been building for too long. You saw my face, heard my screams, felt my muscles clench around you, and let out a deep grunt as you fired your last thrusts into me, filling me with exactly what I wanted. You collapsed on top of me and we held each other while the aftershocks of my orgasm rippled between us. While I thought of this, I was spread out on my couch, one finger massaging my clit, fingers of the other hand dipping into me occasionally and tickling my ass, touching myself, making myself come, hard. All the while biting my lip so as not to piss off my neighbour. x ~~~~~~ *Author's Note* This is my first submission - I intend to write better, longer and more involved stories - this was a genuine letter written to a lover. If you enjoyed it, please vote or comment - I'd love to know if any further work would be appreciated. Thanks! Molly