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The Letter
by Dulcinea
The letter arrived Friday, at work. She recognized his writing
immediately.
>My Dearest,
>I want to make love to you.
>This weekend, I have arranged for us to go away. I have
>arranged for a hotel room, a suite, and you need bring only
>yourself.
>You will not have to worry about housework, or about cooking.
>You will not have to worry about the concerns of your job. In
>fact, this weekend, you need not worry about anything. I will
>take care of you. I will pamper you. I will spoil you. I will
>love you.
>If you choose, you may spend the entire weekend in the
>bathtub. Soak in the warm water, and I will come and scrub
>your back. I will massage your shoulders, kiss your neck. I
>will wash your beautiful body from head to toe, then dry your
>skin with the softest towels.
>I will feed you grapes and cheese and cookie dough ice cream.
>I will feed myself the sweet juices of your pussy, my tongue
>dedicated to bringing you pleasure. How many times will you
>cum this weekend, I wonder? My head, between your thighs,
>lapping up the honey that pours from you.
>My tongue will know every inch of your body. The length of
>your spine, the shadow of you your shoulder blades. Down
>the crack of your ass, licking your ass hole. The inside of your
>thighs, the backs of your knees. The swell of your calves, the
>sole of your foot. Shall I nibble on your toes?
>Up the front of your long legs, stopping again to sample the very
>sweetness of your cunt. Across your stomach, your navel, up
>to your beautiful breasts. Sucking on your nipples, on your whole
>breast.
>Licking the hard collar bone, your shoulders, down your arms.
>First one arm, all the way to the fingers, then across you body
>again to the other arm. Licking your neck, sucking on your
>ear lobes. My tongue plunging onto your ear.
>And yes, my dear, I will make love to you. My cock gets so
>very hard thinking of you, thinking of your body beneath me.
>I want to show you how hard you make me, and to slip that
>hardness deep inside you, sliding in your wet pussy, oh so
>slowly. And when you writhe and moan beneath me, I will
>hold you against me, your excitement making me harder, making
>me want you more.
>You will have to come at least twice before I shoot my cum
>deep inside you. At least twice, because I doubt I can hold back
>the third time your pussy begins to milk my cock. The exquisite
>pressure of your wet pussy on my cock will make me cum, my
>body exhausted, drained.
>I will hold you after we make love, my arms around you, feeling
>your softness in my arms, and I will rejuvenate, growing hard again,
>ready to pleasure you all night long. You need only tell me what
>you want, my love, for this weekend, I will make you feel good.
>Attached are the directions and the room number of the hotel
>I am waiting.
>I love you.
Folding the letter shut, she closed her eyes, trying to bring her
breathing under control. Just reading the letter had made her
pussy wet. A glance at the clock told her she had three hours
before the end of the day. Sighing, she tucked the letter into
her bra, over her heart. This would be a weekend to remember.
She couldn't wait.
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