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Online Romance
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JENNIFER AND MICHAEL --
AN ON-LINE ROMANCE .
This is the story of Jennifer and Michael, two people who met
on-line. It begins with Jennifer's anonymous plea on a BBS
board notice, which is promptly answered by Michael...
JENNIFER'S NOTICE:
My husband is away on business (again!). I have been a great
wife, but my frustration is getting to be too much. I'm
attractive (with short blonde hair, green eyes, 5-4, 115 lbs);
athletic (I play tennis twice a week); intelligent (we were
both Phi Beta Kappa); and a sensitive lover (good at what I do
and always willing to learn more!). Moreover, I'm 29 and still
need "it" a lot, even when he's gone. But it would hurt him
if he knew I was looking for satisfaction from someone else
(especially if he knew I was using "his" computer!). So, if
you're willing to be discreet, and know how to please a woman,
leave me a message on the Bulletin Board under the "SECRET"
keyword. Tell me what you look like, what you'd do for me, and
how I can get in touch. Hurry.
MICHAEL'S RESPONSE:
I am very responsive to the possibility of a discreet encounter
with a sensitive, responsive lady. I am WM,36 yrs, 6'1", 210
lbs, & brown hair. I am married and therefore must insure
discretion. I enjoy sharing intimate and intellectual
conversation as well as the physical pleasures. One of my
fantasies is to give a girl a very prolonged (teasing) sensual
massage. I live in southern California and would enjoy hearing
from you via EMAIL.
A Tease
Dear "Teaser",
I loved your message, especially the part about the very prolonged
(teasing) sensual massage. I've read it over several times and just
thinking about it as I am writing this is making me moist again. When
I squirm or squeeze my legs together, my panties get damp! What would you
do next to prolong (and eventually satisfy) this craving? Tell me all the
details in a message under TEASE. Please hurry, I need it.
Jennifer
DEAR JENNIFER,
I was very excited to receive
your letter. When I read the part
about your panties becomming moist
my heart raced and I got an
immediate erection. I was thinking
about your sweet, moist condition
as I was driving this afternoon.
When I left the car I noticed that
my pants were stained around my
crotch. I can't remember having
such intense, erotic thoughts
dancing through my head.
Jennifer, as you requested, I'll
be happy to share the fantasy
massage I have in mind for you.
I envision we will meet at a cozy
restaurant convenient to both of us
The first look at one another sends
our hearts pounding at the
anticipation of what is to come.
As we sit at a secluded table,
my fingers gently brush your
thighs and linger as I wait for
your response. Looking into your
urging eyes, I slowly move my
fingers along the inside of your
leg. Finally, I touch your panties
and feel the warmth and dampness
flowing from within. Your legs
move slightly more open.
Encouraged by your response, I
gently move inside your panties,
searching through your soft hair
to find the dripping, warm folds
of your pussy. I slowly rub the
outside of yoour clit as you inch
forward with a small gasp. One of
my fingers begin to probe inside.
The heat and dampness are
incredible. My finger strokes
slowly in and out. Then, adding
another finger, I penetrate
deeper...THe movement becomes
more rapid as I explore all of
your pleasure points and feel your
warm juices flow over my hand.
Your hand slowly caresses my
hard, pulsating cock through
my pants as more semen leaks
onto them.
Realizing we cannot fulfill
our desires where we are,
we decide to go to the hotel
room I've reserved for the
occasion.
Sweet Jennifer, this is the
conclusion of the first chapter
in our fantasy encounter. The
next episode begins in our
private room where I promise
many erotic delights.
Please let me know what you
think so far. I'm extremely
anxious to hear from you
soon. I'm so hard and excited
at the thought of your detailed
response.
Lovingly Yours, Michael
(The Tease)
Dear Michael,
Wow! You certainly know how to make a girl excited! I can hardly catch
my breath! As soon as I read the part about you searching through
my soft hair to find the dripping, warm folds of my pussy (I almost
never use that word but saying it now excites me so much!), I had to
stop for a minute and unzip my skirt. I stood up from my chair in
front of this terminal and let it drop to the floor. Fortunately,
I was the only one home, because I'm sure I looked rather strange --
staring at the screen in nothing but my pantyhose and a blouse,
reading and re-reading your torrid words, while my fingers pretended
they were your fingers, tracing my clit before probing and stroking
inside! I can visualize my hand outlining the bulge in your pants
and as I grasp it through the cloth and lovingly squeeze it, I can
feel it lunge in response, trying to break free. I can see a small
spot forming at the tip and wish that we hadn't already ordered dinner.
I am already thinking of something much more delicious to eat.
It took me a long time to read your letter, because I was savoring
every word. And now it is taking me even longer to write this response
because in parts I am writing with only one hand. Is this what they
mean by "touch-typing"? Please tell me what we do in our room as soon
as possible -- I won't be able to concentrate on anything else until
you do!
Panting, Jennifer.
Dear Jennifer,
You have driven me crazy with
your last letter. I could vividly
picture you standing in front of
your terminal after removing your
skirt. I couldn't help from stroking
myself (as I am doing again now),
thinking of your fingers tracing
your clit and probing inside. I
was especially turned on about
the part where you grasp and
lovingly squeeze the bulge in my
pants, thinking of something more
delicious to eat then dinner. Oh
Jennifer, that was great!!!
Now to continue...We leave the
restaurant with our arms supporting
each other as we both tremble slightly
from the foretaste of the
approaching erotic adventure. We
enter my car and begin the short
drive to oour hotel. It's a good
thing for the automatic transmission
since I need my right hand free
to touch the inside of your
beautiful soft thighs again. I'm
having difficulty concentrating
on driving as you moan softly
and move your fingers and nails
over my legs and crotch.
We manage to reach our room
shortly thereafter. Locking the
door, we gaze lustfully at one
another for a brief moment. THen,
an urgent embrace as we kiss with
probing tongues. My hands move
down your back and reach your
contoured ass. I rub and squeeze
against the soft material of
your skirt as I explore your firm
cheeks, exerting pressure at the
same time to force our groins
closer. One of my hands, for the
first time, move to fondle your
breasts through the silky
material of your blouse. I feel
your nipples already protruding
and move my mouth down to excite
them more by playfully biting
through the material.
Desperatly needing to expose
your beauty, I begin to unbutton
your blouse while my other hand
rubs urgently between your legs.
Your breasts are so delecious
looking as I move my tongue across
each of them with an occasional
nibble and sucking of your nipples.
We help each other remove the rest
of our clothes except for your
panties and my shorts. I move
away for a moment to begin warming
the oil I will use for your
massage. As the oil is warming
you strech out on the bed. I
decide to remove your panties
using only my mouth and teeth. I
Have not yet however had the
opportunity to taste your body.
I start by licking the bottom
of your legs and ankles, while
my hands continue to caress your
body. Your feet and toes then
recieve my oral attention before
I move to your sof inner thighs. My
wet, warm tongue moves closer and
closer to your panties. I smell
the sweetness of your pussy and
begin to lick and bite at it
through your panties. My teeth
go to the upper edge as I pull
down in an effort to remove them.
THey come down an inch or so, I
have you turn over so I can
begin pulling them off your
smooth , soft ass. After biting
and tuging between front and back
I have your panties down over
your legs. You move your legs to
assist me as I struggle to remove
them completly.
You are face down on the bed as
I again use my tongue. This time
to attend your inviting posterior.
I lick, suck, and bite at your
curved cheeks, moving closer and
finally reaching the center.
My probing moves in long, slow
strokes between your ass and
warm wet pussy. I love the taste
of your wetness and aroma as I
extend my tongue deeper and
deeper into each of your orifices.
By this time the oil is warm and
ready for me to apply to your
hot, sexy body. I can hardly wait.
How about you?
Please reply soon, I'm so Hot for you.
MICHAEL
Dear Michael,
Your last letter, like the others, has left me with my heart pounding.
Everything you say is so eloquent, so descriptive, and reveals such
awareness and sensitivity to my most secret feelings and desires, it
is eerie -- almost as though you have known me in a prior life.
If your words alone can arouse me in this way, I shudder to think
what your touch would do. I go through the day with your words in the
back of my mind, the images with me constantly. I am perpetually
aroused, completely unable to concentrate. I wonder if people suspect
something is wrong with me, when they notice me staring off into space.
Please don't ever stop.
I loved the restaurant you chose. It was cozy, private, and the long
linen tablecloths permitted us to explore each other intimately. At
first I was taken aback by your bold approach, but something within me
relaxed my legs and my knees fell slightly apart, inviting you to
advance further. When your sensitive fingers reached my clitoris,
I know I must have inched forward to greet them, but I honestly
don't remember doing it. It was all I could do to keep an audible
moan from attracting the attention of others in the restaurant.
I thought we'd never leave.
Walking through the parking lot, I realized how weak and wobbly
my knees were. I've played a lot of tennis, but I've never
finished a match feeling like this -- and the evening was just
beginning!
I put my arm through yours and leaned against you for support as
we walked. I held snugly to you, pressing your bicep to my breast.
When we reached the car, we turned to each other and tenderly
kissed. For the first time my hands encircled your broad shoulders.
We did not squeeze each other hard -- just held each other for a
moment -- and my hands slid slowly down your muscular back,
finally reaching your hips and cute ass (how naughty of me to say
that!).
Before opening the door, both hands squeezed each of your cheeks
once vigorously, digging my fingernails in slightly, -- a playful
gesture telling you how happy and excited I was. When I did, I
thought I felt your stiff organ respond by surging against my
tummy.
When you held the door open for me like a gentleman, I slid in
and did not care that my skirt slipped upward, brazenly revealing
my thigh and a glimpse of my white silk panties.
After we pulled out of the parking lot, while you were occupied
with driving, I just stared at you for a moment, admiring your
brown hair, your eyes, and your handsome profile. Your 6-1 frame
is much bigger than my husband, and I felt so petite next to you.
I wondered if you would also be much larger than my husband elsewhere,
down below, -- you know....
In a perverse kind of way I was not afraid of any pain, indeed
almost hoping that you would be capable of splitting me in two.
(What should I expect? -- How long are you? How thick? Does it
curve up or hang down? Do you have a bulbous head? Is it smooth
or heavily veined when you are hard? -- Oh, I want to feel it so
badly!)
As you were stroking my inner thigh, I was frankly paying more
attention to you. My arms went around your neck and I turned
toward you. I stretched up against you to nibble your earlobe,
pressing my breasts against your shoulder. Turning like this
spread my knees further apart, and when your fingers went straight
for my pussy, I plunged the tip of my tongue into your ear and
breathed a sigh of pleasure. It was as if you had your finger
on an electrical switch -- you toggled it up and down and I
reacted, almost involuntarily -- french kissing your neck,
running my fingers through your hair, and breathlessly whispering
encouragement in your ear.
I was thankful the hotel was not far away.
The suite you obtained was as perfect as everything else you've
done so far. It was expansive, tastefully decorated, and one entire
wall was a glass window with sheer, floor-to-ceiling curtains.
With the lights off, we could see out but no one could see in
(at least I think they couldn't).
The carpet was so thick and plush that it alone seemed suitable
for sleeping on. That thought brought my attention to the bed
itself. It was in the center and looked huge, more than king-
sized, the kind which is gentle but firm -- extremely comfortable
yet so solid and secure that it would hold steady under the most
energetic, even violent, love-making, without so much as a squeak.
And there was a TV, with one of those "adult" channels. (At the
moment, however, I was more interested in watching the two of us in
the mirror as we embraced and you so erotically undressed me.)
We pulled the covers all the way down off the bed, and I stretched
luxuriously on my back, with my knees up and spread slightly. When
you returned from warming the oil, I reached my arms toward you
with an inviting smile. But instead of laying alongside me, you
teased me with a mischievous look and began licking and kissing
my ankles, the underside of my feet, and even my toes. It was
excruciating!
Jolts of warm pleasure shot up my legs and caused my pussy to throb
and pulsate in heat each time you sucked. I reached my arms out to
the sides of the bed and clutched at the sheets. My eyelids were
half-closed, my lips fell slightly open, and my head rolled
involuntarily from side to side. Although I am petite, my breasts
are full (I wear a 34C bra) and the nipples become very red and hard
when I am excited. As I rocked to the left and right, my nipples
jiggled excitedly as my breasts rolled pendulously. With each
advance you made up my calves and inner thighs, my hips thrust
uncontrollably upward as my pussy screamed for more.
But you are a tease!
When your lips and tongue finally reached my panties you did not
plunge in, but began tugging them down slowly. I could feel your
hot breath, but not your touch. I ran my fingers through your hair
and grasped your head by the sides as if it were a "marital aid",
and raised my mound to your lips, urging you to satisfy me NOW.
But you would not.
When you finally removed my panties and turned me over on my stomach
I willingly raised my ass and spread my legs to allow your tongue to
probe deeper. You gave me long, loving licks, as if I was an ice
cream cone, and the tip of your tongue so tickled me that I squealed
into the pillow with each stroke. "Oh yes.... Oh yes.... Oh yes....
Oh yessss!!!!", I kept repeating. At the end of each stroke, I quickly
repositioned myself for the next and held still, torturing myself with
the sensations.
When you abruptly got up to retrieve the warmed oil, I protested.
I reached around and grabbed the waistband of your shorts to pull
you backward to the bed. You turned around and I saw immediately
that you, too, were very excited. Your underpants had an enormous
bulge, and I could see your curly hair spilling out. We were both
very wet already.
I decided to show you that I can be a tease, too.
Without removing your briefs, I slipped my slender fingers up
through the legband, reached under your balls, and gently dragged
my manicured fingernails forward across the bottom of your scrotal
sac. The bulge surged upward like a wild stallion seeking release,
but could not escape its bounds. You stood by the side of the bed
with your legs spread slightly and moaned, "That feels so good."
I did it again, this time extending my fingers deeper inside your
shorts, reaching up to the cheeks of your great ass, then dragging
my fingernails slowly forward as I stared tauntingly into your half-
closed eyes.
This time your stallion nearly surged free, so I grasped the waistband
with my other hand and made it more secure. The back of my fingertips
brushed against your eager shaft, which I have not yet seen.
I moistened my lips with the tip of my tongue, and was tempted to do
more, but for now my revenge is to tease you as mercilessly as you
have teased me. Are you enjoying it?
Love,
Jennifer
Dear Jennifer,
I feel like a "MACK" truck has
just run me over after reading
your last letter. I too find
it difficult to concentrate on
anything but the letters you've
written and those to come. The
thought of possibly acting out
our fantasies in the future makes
me shake with desire.
To answer your quetion, I love it
when you tease me with your
vivid description of erotic
torture. The effect has kept me
from sleeping so far tonight.
(it's 2AM Sunday). Attempting to
sleep while imagining your
delicate fingers stroking my ass
cheeks and balls, turned out to
be impossible.
Throughout the day, since reading your
letter, I've been conscious of the
throbing sensation in my groin.
Once , while I was hard, I thought
of your question about my penis.
With an honest attempt at
accuracy, it is about 6 inches
long when hard and not much shorter
when hanging in a less arouosed
state. The circumference is about
4 1/2 inches. My shafty is smooth
and curves slightly upwards. The
circumsised head is larger. I sure
wish you could touch and taste it
now. It's hard and throbing
again!
I'm totaly at your mercy as I stand
next to our bed, trembling in
anticipation within your grasp. I
look into your taunting eyes with
a desperate pleding for your next
touch. I can only imagine what you
will do next. Please hurry with
the details of your continuing
torture!
Meanwhile, I retrieve the warmed
oil. I guide you to the center of
the bed where you lay on your tummy.
I'm standing a few feet away,
taking a long moment to admire
your beautiful body. You are
already moving your torso, almost
imperceptably, wondering when and
where I will touch you first. You
turn your head toward me with
urging eyes as I move onto the
bed with you. Comforted by my
closeness, your head returns to
the pillow as you release a deep
breath in a sigh of relief.
I move my right hand gradually
down your back, then to the
roundness of your behind. My hand
lingers with fingers gently
moving in a circular motion. I
trace the inside of your soft
thighs, with gentle outward
pressure to urge you to spread
slightly more apart. With room to
maneuver now, I straddle your
left leg with my right knee placed
against the base of your warm,
soft ass. I can feel a small bit
of your pubic hair rubbing
against my knee as you squirm
slightly.
Beginning at the top of your back
, I release the warm oil drop by
drop. Varying the height and
frequency of its release, I move
the application unpredictibly
over your sholders and back. At
the small of your back, my hands
move gradually upward to your
shoulders and neck.
After insuring that any muscular
tension has disipated, I move
backwards to kneel at your feet.
I apply the oil in the same
torturing manner to the backs of
your legs. Many of the dropletts
you can feel rolling down the
inside of your thighs. I begin
at your left foot and move up
eg
leg with both hands. My touch is
very light, intended only to
spread the oil.
By this time I have finished with
your right leg and you spread
them farther apart. I watch as
the cheeks of your ass thrust
upward, begging for attention.
I release more of the warm oi;
dropletts over the baby-like
smoothness of your behind. Then
, aiming for your rectum, I
release a gentle stream of the
liquid as your ass undulates
toward the source.
I place my left hand under and
against your hot, seeping
pussy to contain the excess oil
as it rolls down. After capturing
the excess, I rub it slowly over
your soft hair and let my fingers
tickel your protruding lips. At
the same time my right hand is
stroking your cheeks with one
of my fingers teasing your anal
opening with a delicate touch.
It's almost impossible to subdue
my animal lust. The pressure in
my groin is crying out to
satisfy our intense craving. My
cock is bouncing up and down
with each heart beat.
I know I must restrain myself
though. I place my hands on
your hips and roll you over onto
your back. We gaze at one another
in a lustful trance as I utter,
" It's time for me to do your
other side ".
Lustfully yours,
Michael
Hi Jennifer,
I want to share my thoughts with
you tonight and send you the
conclusion of our fantasy we
began last week ( we can always
start a new one ).
For the past few weeks I've had
nothing but time on my hands as
a result of resigning my
position with a company I could
not resolve my diferences with.
All worked out for the best
though after receiving an offer
exceeding my expectations for
employment in Riverside. Since I
begin next Tuesday, I'm sure to
have fewer oppertunities to
correspond with you. I tend to
forget that not everyone ,
yourself no doubt included, has
the time available to send letters
as frequently as I have recently.
I hope we can become friends, as
well as sharing our intimate
fantasies. I'm not sure at the
moment if you would like to meet
sometime. It seems like an exciting
idea to me, with or without a
sexual encounter. If your so
inclined, share your thoughts with
me. In any event, I'll look forward
to your next letter.
PREPARE TO SWITCH EMOTIONAL GEARS!
The eruptive climax follows:
Every carnal instinct I possess
has now surfaced. Standing at the
end of the bed, I glare into your
pleding eyes. The muscles of my
body contract as perspiration
rolls over my feverish skin. My
breathing is deep and deliberate,
expanding my chest to its limits
in an attempt to relieve the
erupting impulses to attack you.
I raise my head upward with a
final deep breath, searching to
maintain my last bit of control.
I gaze again at your luscious body.
Kneeling next to you, I begin
applying oil to your tummy and
breasts. With much more urgency
than before, I place both of my
hands around your tiny waist.
THe fingers of my hand spread
slightly and I glide them with a
smooth, moderate pressure towards
your voluptuous breasts. They are
so incredibally soft and
malleable. My hands knead them
slowly while I stare with
facination. I lower my head and
capture one of your swelling
nippels between my lips. My
tongue emerges to taste and give
attention along with subtle
biting and sucking.
I know now that I'm losing the
battle of supressing my desire
to have you totally. The final
application of oil is almost
hurridly spread over your legs.
My attention is drawn to the
surging movement between your
legs. Without consciousness at
this point, my head moves like a
flash of lightening to devour
your steaming pussy. THe opening
is saturated with hot delecious
juice. Like a shark in a feeding
frenzy, I open my mouth and
extend my tongue to consume all
I can. My deep licks try to
extract more and more of your
tasty nectar as I suck and
swallow with uncontrolled urgency!
I am lost in another world until
you grab my swolen shaft with
both hands and scream: "NOW...
NOW MICHAEL!...FUCK ME NOW!
Any control I may have had is
gone. I sit up and position
myself between your legs. I look
into your eyes and share the
despiration, my breathing rapid,
persperation flowing, and my
swollen shaft pulsating with
each rapid beat of my heart.I
lay myself over your bekoning
body. The oil on your flesh
mixes with mine as we slide
against each other in passionate
madness. I search desperatly
with my penis to find your hot
pussy. OH YES! I can't believe
the sensation as the head of my
engorged member reaches the
folds of your drenched, heated
lips. In the beginning I planned
to tease you with shallow , slow
strokes. But now I can't hold
myself back as I plunge my shaft
as deep as possible into you.
" MY GOD JENNIFER, HOW CAN
ANYTHING FEEL THIS GOOD " I moan,
as the deep penetrating strokes
continue with increased force
and insistence.
The anguish of waiting for this
climax has been tormenting for
us both. All the blood in my
body seems to rush to my loins
as I feel the muscles of your
pussy squueeze my shaft. I am
dizzy from the prolonged
craving as we thrust togather.
Our muscles thghten, arms locked
around one another in a desperate
embrace. My cock begins to surge
uncontrolably. The spasams gush
streams of hot semen as though a
fawcet was opened again and
again. We scream in pleasure ,
clutching at each others flesh,
reaping our long awaited award.
After what seems like an
eternal climax, our embrace
becomes more tender; our bodies
slowly squirming to show our
appreciation. THen a tender
series of kisses as we lay
blisfully togather to savor the
aftertaste of our lovemaking.
Dear Michael,
I haven't forgotten about you (indeed, far from it!)...
It's just that my husband has been home a lot recently, and I haven't
had many opportunities to sit at the computer for very long at a time.
But the thought of our letters, the images you burned in the deepest
recesses of my most erotic fantasies, and the desires you aroused in
me with your sensitive descriptions, ... have sustained me in the interim.
I think of you constantly, wondering how you are getting along and looking
forward to the next chance I will have to correspond. Thank you for
being patient!
How is your new job? (What do you DO?) Do you travel a lot? Do you
encounter a lot of WOMEN in your work? (Just listen how jealous I sound
already...) Have you had time to think of me, while getting started
in your new position? Have you fantasized about me?
Every time I think about your last letter, my knees get weak
and my heart starts to beat faster... I imagine the circumstances
which led you to change so abruptly from a leisurely tease into a
sexual rampage, which in turn forced me to abandon any thought of
delaying my own pleasure.
You were being such a tease, but it was so obvious from the enormous
bulge in your shorts that your stallion was eager to run wild!
I was eager, too, especially after feeling the warm oil running
down the small of my back, and into the crack of my bottom...
it tickled me slightly and aroused me to beg - silently - for more.
But first I should tell you what I did when I grabbed your shorts
and dragged you back to the side of the bed...
After lightly dragging my fingernails across the bottom of your
balls a few more times, your erection was getting harder and harder
to conceal. My desire to see it was also getting harder and harder
to control. So, after moistening my lips with my tongue, I slowly
peeled just the front of your snug underpants downward about an inch,
revealing just the head of your glorious COCK! (I feel so naughty
using that word now.) It was beautiful!
Leaning forward slightly, I touched just the tip of my tongue to
the "V" underneath the head, then flattened the surface of my tongue
across the underside, warming it with my breath and barely lifting
it with my tongue. I could sense your pleasure, but before you could
become too accustomed to the warm sensation of my quivering tongue,
I abruptly flipped it upward, giving you an exquisitely intense
jolt of joy so suddenly that it forced an involuntary grunt of
gratitude from your half open lips... "Unnnhhh! So goood!"
I have to go now... my husband is home ... more later!
Love,
Jennifer
Dear Michael,
To continue...
I slowly ran the tip of my tongue from the base of your outstretched
cock, upward along the bulging vein underneath, until I approached the
beautiful circumcised head. I flattened my tongue again, caressing
the underside. I held the bulbous head within the warm curvature of
my tongue, weighing it briefly, then flipped it upward again, this
time so vigorously that the head slapped gently against the flat of
your belly, above your curling pubic hair.
It bounced off and swayed drunkenly from side to side, searching for
me. I grasped the base tenderly with my right hand to steady it,
circling you with my slender manicured fingers. My fingernail polish
looked so feminine in contrast to your muscular member. I pressed my
thumb lightly against the base of your vein, and the head lurched
upward a little.
I moved my thumb to the left and right across the base of your vein,
rolling it beneath my touch, gradually moving up the shaft. My thumb
traced a zig-zag path across the vein, left and right, as I slowly
approached the head again, causing it to bob slightly to the left
and right as I watched the tip intently. I stared at it lustfully
with my lips partly open, my tongue moistening them nervously.
As my massaging thumb approached the upper tip of your vein, I
grasped more firmly, like it was a tube of toothpaste, and squeezed
lovingly. A large, clear drop of lubrication bulged eagerly to
the surface. I smiled wickedly and licked it up with my tongue,
savoring the taste.
I looked up at you with pleading eyes and then engulfed you
completely with my mouth, not tightly, but stroking you so lightly
with my lips. You could not feel my teeth, but you could feel
my tongue retracing the path my thumb had just taken, along the
entire length of your vein. You groaned loudly, out of control,
your body wrenching involuntarily with pleasure.
It was no wonder you took me so violently! I loved the feel of
your enormous organ plunging deep inside me! Please, please, oh
please don't stop!! I need you more! Hurry!
Love,
Jennifer
Dear Jennifer,
I loved your last letters!
I had admittedly become discouraged
after not receiving any letters
from you for such a long time.
Actually, I used Compuserve
infrequently until I happened to
come upon your invitation to
correspond. Since then I've
looked forward to hearing from
you with what I would have to
describe as an obsession. Thanks
for not becomming lost!
I've had so many fantasies about
us being togather since our
last encounter. Isn't it amazing
how such an exciting and erotic
world opens up between us? It's
also incredible to me that I see
you so often in my mind. My
ultimate desire is to make love
to a petite, full breasted,
woman , such as yourself. I can
hardly believe how perfect it all
is. THe descriptions of how you
like to make love and what you
enjoy are as though I molded it
to fit every sexual desire I've
ever had!
Let me consider one of the many
fantasies I've dreamed of for
the past several days. I'll share
it with you as soon as possible
as well as answer the questions
you have concerning my job, etc.
In the mean time, if you have the
opportunity , please let me hear
from you again.
HOT FOR YOU !, MICHAEL
Dear Jennifer,
I really enjoyed your last
letters. I get so excited
reading them over and over
again. I wish we could both
spend more time in corresponding
; but at least for myself, the
time I once had is less frequently
available. My new job is more
demanding than I first expected.
I plan material and production
for aircraft engines ( logistics
)
Yes, there are quite a number of
women where I work. I do alot of
looking and am drawn to those that
I think would be similar to
what I envision you to be. I
haven't seen any yet.
I don't anticipate there being any
travel involved in my job. I
periodically participate in
reserve Army training however.
About once a year I choose an
active duty station for about two
weeks. Where do you think I should
go this year ?
Jennifer, how am I ever to get you
out of my mind ( not that I want
to ) . YOur describing the
movements of your tongue and
mouth on my " stallion " have
sent me into a frenzy. I wish so
much that I could feel you now!
Would you enjoy sharing a shower
with me ? I keep thinking that
after our first climax togather,
it would be another breathless
experience.
As we're standing togather naked,
I have the time to appreciate the
beautiful contours of your body.
I can't help but stare at your
soft skin that is still covered
with glistening oil and our
perspiration. My hands move to
your soft full breasts; stroking
and gently squeezing. I'm
becomming aroused again as though
it were the first time all over
again. I pull you close to me
with an urgency ! My hands move
to your inviting ass and
alternatly explore your oily,
damp pussy.
I know this time I won't have
the patients. My cock is pushing
and rubbing against your soft
belly. My breath becomes deeper.
You look into my eyes with
intense curiosity, mabey a
little fear, as I lift you off
the floor. Our bodies slide
togather with a madness....
an animal lust!!!
Please fill in anything you desire
. I want you now!!
Love,
Michael
Dear Michael,
Oh Michael, I love what you do to me! I have read your last letter over and
over again. When I have gotten in the shower, I have covered my body with
baby oil while the hot water has run down my breasts and tummy to my sensitive
mound. I've imagined your hands stroking me from underneath, gently at first
but gradually with such strength that you lift me off the floor. I close my
eyes and feel your glistening body next to mine. My breasts are pressed flat
against you as I wrap my arms around your neck and lift my legs to encircle
your hips, clasping you to me.
I can feel your stiff cock captured and caressed by my hips. Rolling back
and forth, up and down, I can rub the length of your manliness with the soft
and feminine curls of my pubic hair. The oily lips of my pussy are spread
around your column, and as I rotate my hips forward and backward, the lips
stroke you lovingly, up and down. It arouses every nerve in me, and my wetness
soaks with the warm oil. I grind my throbbing clit against the bulging vein
under your eager muscle, then rub it against your smooth head.
One hand slides down your back, finding the cheeks of your cute ass. I run
my middle finger down your crack, between your cheeks, stroking you gently.
The oil has lubricated you, too, and the tip of my finger glides smoothly
over the puckered hole. I circle it softly with my fingertip, just brushing
it, ... but you can feel my manicured fingernails touching your most
vulnerable spot momentarily. It causes your hips to lunge forward in
response, giving an unintended but delightful stroke of my vulva.
Oh Michael! ... when I showered this morning, I leaned back against the tile
wall, sank slowly to the floor after turning the water off, basked in the
remaining steam and spread my legs leisurely. My husband had left for work
so I just sat there, caressing myself while I imagined it was you. I got so
excited! In only minutes, I was writhing on the hard but oil-slickened
floor, bringing myself to a mind-shattering orgasm!!
Have you thought of me this way, too?
Love,
Jennifer
Dear Jennifer,
Again you have sent me into an
erotic frenzy! I've thought of
you often these past few days.
The thought
of your slippery, smooth skin
rubbing against my body, diverts
my entire blood supply to my
groin. I'm stroking myself now as
I imagine the slippery, hot lips
of your pussy moving along the
underside of my shaft. OH JENNIFER
, I want you so much tonight!
I thought of us in the shower
this morning. I held the
detachable shower massage between
my legs and let the hot water
spray as I imagined you there
with me. The fine spray was
exquisite as I directed it to the
underside of my testicles and
swollen shaft. Then I thought of
your delicate finger circling my
anal opening. While the
pulsating water penetrated me,
my soapy right hand feverishly
stroked my shaft. It felt so
good as I thought of plunging
into your HOT< THROBBING PUSSY!
My feeling of desperation increases
as we move our slippery bodies
together. I can't decide what
part of your body to ravage.
I'm so delirious with animal lust!
I grasp your gorgeous ass in my
hands and probe for your hot,
wet pussy. Your legs are wrapped
around my hips as I lean back and
thrust upward. THe first stroke
is so miraculous! The sensation
of my cock gliding through the
sultry lips of your clit leave me
alluding reality. Now that I've
established direction and balance,
nothing else matters. My thrusts
are slow and emphasize deep
penetration. You respond to my
lunging with a squirming rotation
and insistence for more. I explore
so thoroughly the depths of your
uterus with my demanding tool.
Hoping to maintain our pleasure
indefinitely, we continue with
artful, searching movements.
I want you so much Jennifer!
PLease hurry with your response!
Love, Michael
Dear Jennifer,
I'm writing tonight to let you
know I've been thinking of your
sexy body all day long. I took
you into the shower again this
morning.Damn , I wish I had you
now!
Hope to hear from you soon.
Love,
MICHAEL
Dear Michael,
The thought of my raised legs wrapping around your hips, your hands
grasping the cheeks of my bottom, my arms around your neck and shoulders
for support, my breasts pressed against your face, our bodies
writhing against each other,.... and your stiff cock plunging
deep inside me... has left me wet and throbbing. Will write
more later, but wanted to tell you how you affect me!!
Love,
Jennifer
Dear Jennifer,
Just wanted to say hi and let
you know I'm thinking of you.
I hope you have the opportunity
to write soon. I've thought
of your sexy body often. I'de
love to lick you all night long!
Love,
Michael
My sweet Michael,
Isn't the imagination an amazing thing?! Mine can transport me to you
in an instant. I can close my eyes and when I open them I am in the shower
with you, perched on the edge of a screaming orgasm and begging you to finish
me.
Moments later, you are carrying me back to the bedroom.
I am resting my head on your shoulder, with a contented smile on my face.
I Have read and reread your words, and each time they continue to
excite me!! I will treasure your letters, forever!
Love,
Jennifer
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