I couldn’t sleep very well last night … My kids were over for their “every-other-weekend visitation,” and, as much as I DO love them, I missed being able to call my girlfriend and whisper sweet nothings into the phone, lest they overhear, and report this back to their Mom …
Actually, sweet and (somewhat) pornographic sweet nothings would be a more accurate description of our usual communiqués …
So, I was pleasantly surprised to get the following in my morning e-mail, titled, “I woke up early …”
it read:
“ … and my bed seemed especially big and empty … I thought of what if you were there beside me … what would I do … would I curl up next to you and go back to sleep? …
no … I don’t think so … I think I’d move next to you, ever so gingerly and start to kiss you, not on the lips, but on your chest, softly, and work my way gently, lightly, down your abdomen until I reached what I suspect would be an alreadyswollen cock … I’d give it a few kisses, a few well placed tongue strokes just to make it nice and hard … then, kissing and licking my way up your body I’d reach your mouth … lightly, I would lick your lips and then, slide my tongue in your mouth as I slide your now hard cock into my other lips …
at this point you might still be in a little bit of a sleep fog, but you’d be waking up, wrapping your arms around me, sliding your hands down until you’re holding on to my butt, a chef in each hand, and pulling me towards you, pushing yourself deeper and deeper inside me, until you can’t contain yourself anymore and you come in a warm flood inside me…”
Of course I had to reply! The fact that my kids were sleep in the next room just means that I couldn’t take matters literally into my own hands! I wrote:
“It wasn’t anywhere near as nice as waking up to that!! I like your description, although it doespose a “small” problem … one that grow ever larger as I read your note … Now what should I do with this, since you aren’t here to assist in calming it down … hmmmm, I guess I will just have to wait for relief in that particular department!
I am really looking forward to Friday evening, when I will have an opportunity to rub this stiff thing against you, repeatedly, until we undress and I can slide it in to that snug and very tasty snatch of yours … Which I will do, repeatedly if time permits!
Fuck you, my love, and I mean that in only the nicest of ways …!
Love,
—Yer Beau:rose:
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