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CapriciousDsires@aol.com Copyright 2002 This is an original piece and a page from my the current book I am writing, it is a letter the male character writes to his far away lover telling her of his desires and longings for her. This is just a sample of the letters written between them. Arousing, relaxing, and such sweet relief to a long, three city day. Thirteen hour work days leave me wanting nothing more than a soft bed. Then I read your magical words, and a bed seems somehow empty. With every word you write, every experience you share, every desire you reveal, my heart beats stronger, my loins burn deeper, and my breath swells. The richness of your writings ignites a burning and a sweet yearning for more. More of who you are, more of your song, your passion, your youth and seduction. I want a deeper gaze into your soul of jewels. I love reading and rereading the things you write. To smile at the many wheels that spin in that mind of yours, revealing new faucets each time you write. I wonder how you can be so insightful and so expressive, and how did fate allow out paths to cross? It is raining and thundering as I write to you. There is a fragrance of rain upon the desert, and I reluctantly accept the fact that we are not together to share it, and to share one another. Every drop, every touch, every movement and every moment. You make my cock hard before I can finish soaking in the colors in which you paint for my mind. And although I will treat myself to some soothing moments of self realization, I long for the day when your erotic words are replaced by your lips and your eyes, your very essence. I want to touch and taste the things you so artfully create in my heart, my body, mind and soul. How I long for your arms to be wrapped around my neck, your head upon my shoulder, breasts in my mouth and the fragrance of your skin. What a perfect aphrodisiac! I want to see your eyes smile as you undo my belt, unzip my pants and become enthralled with the wanton discovery of my engorged cock. You said Saturday was just a "bra and panty" day, and tonight I lay here in just my blue boxers upon a freshly made bed. It is humid outside with the rain, but my room is cool as the ceiling fan blows. My cock is so hard even without touching myself, your words have affected me so. I remember to this day how I came the first time I let my self exploration take me to completion. It was literally an explosion, hot slashes of cum shooting in the air, three or four feet high, one right after the other. Every nerve in my body tightened and released, then floated in a glowing levitation. That my love, is how your words make me cum. My only regret tonight is that you are not here to watch, stroke, play, to savor every drop, and lick your lips as I close my eyes in ecstasy. I want to arouse and relax you. To stroke and caress your soft flesh and tender places. To feel your wetness soak through your panties in silky, smooth delight. To watch you become excited, listen to your moans and sighs. To hear your joyful expression as I slide your panties slowly down one leg, and then the other. A pillow for your head, and one for your hips. Let me open up your slit with my tongue, and tickle the flush petals of your pussy as it shimmers like dew on a velvet rose. My fingers will find your places and my mouth will drink from them. Your clit will swell with my suckle. My tongue will dart in and out of you, my fingers penetrating your open holes and tight hot places. I'll make love to you long before my cock is ever inside you, with my hands and yours, with brushing lips and the tip of my tongue. When you are ready to come, I want you to tell me. I want to pull back a little so I can watch your face and your pussy. I'll let your sweet juices flow into my mouth, and I'll glisten my hand with your flowing essence. Then massage my cock in slow, wet strokes.
Right now though, A splash of lotion will have to be a substitute for
your sweet emollients. My cock aches and throbs for your touch. I long
for the day, afternoon, evening and the night when you and I literally
spill all that is building into and onto the naked delight of one
another. Tonight I will feel the intensity of a 15 year old again. How I
wish you were here to catch and taste the sweet cream of my loins, to
splash in, on and with you. |