Found Letter from December 1897 [MF]

My Dearest Molly,

My one regret about leaving is that I did not get a chance to say goodbye to you, face to face. You are, by far, the most interesting person I met this year, the most fascinating young adult I have met for a number of years. I am not in the habit of saying such things to young ladies, being of an age I am. You are, though, someone special and we just do not have enough special people like you in the world as it is.

I would have really liked to watch you grow into the obvious potential you have and maybe even have some small influence over that growth. Your greatest asset is your courage, the absolute fearlessness that so impressed me the first time I ever saw you. That kind of fearlessness will lead you into doing great things, if you channel it properly. Unfortunately, that fearlessness can also be your greatest weakness.

It is not just your height, being much taller than myself, that intimidates people. Your fearlessness has its own integrity and that integrity can frighten so many people. People who are considerably less courageous, or lack your integrity, are seriously threatened by your courage. They will seek to tear you down every opportunity they get. They do this by sly attack, by using dupes, by assaulting your dignity, by playing on your fearlessness. Don’t let them take your attention.

When you walk into a room, your statuesque presence just dominates it. You do not even have to say or do anything. This is the presence you carry around with you all the time. For many small minded people, that too is very frightening. They feel intimidated, so they react with a “flight or fight” attitude. As they are in a room, they cannot easily run away, so they fight. This is why you seem to be the object of so many sly and sneaky attacks, from so many weak people, and your fearlessness pushes you to fight back. Sadly, others do not see the attack upon you but they see your reaction, which makes you the object to fear and the weaklings get an undeserved sympathy.

They say there is no fool like an old fool, and you make me feel like an old fool. I sometimes saw you around town and would want to be with you. I would gladly leave my wife of thirty five years to be with you, if you but asked. I know I was married for twenty years before your birth but I would gladly ignore that if you asked. I look at you with the feelings of a young man looking for a bride. I feel my body reacting to the desire you bring up in me, uncontrollably passionate desire. Your blond hair, your blue eyes, your clear complexion and fairness of skin, all conspire against my equanimity.

Watching you at the swimming lake in that fetching costume you wore left me in a state of lustful abandon, so much so I could no longer remain at the lake while you were there. I dreamt of you that night, like a Venus rising from your bath, water dripping in rivulets down your naked body. I saw droplets falling from your breasts demanding I come and lick them off of you. As you rose, I saw that glorious mound of hidden treasure, covered in soft fair hair, nestled between the width of your thighs. The invitation was unmistakable, so I obliged and took you into my arms.

My own clothing had disappeared and my manhood had nothing to restrain it. You smiled as you felt the silken skin touch your thigh and reached down to take it in your hand. That act of wanton abandon spurred me to great heights of delight, appreciating your beauty and the daring of your character. I rose on my tip toes to kiss your full lips and you lowered your face to mine, darting your tongue into my mouth. I felt your hands on my shoulders, gently pushing at me, so I kissed your neck, then down to the swelling of your breast.

Your soft, silken skin shivered at the touch of my lips, and I took the swollen dark tip of your nipple into my mouth. I suckled on it like a little baby, slurping at the velvet softness of that darkened patch of skin, contrasting the milkiness of the rest of your body. You were not content, as I swapped between the lovely mounds of your femaleness. You pushed me down, and I eagerly kissed your belly, your hips and then at last, that vale of hidden delight, your mons veneris, and the fair thatch of softly wired hair that hid the now swollen, exposed pink lips below it.

Your essences ran into my mouth as I lapped at the soft skin of your most intimate part, allowing me to taste the very flavor of you. Prodding and probing with my tongue, I felt your body reacting to the exquisite pleasure I was bringing you. Your breathing became more urgent as your body climbed toward the moment of release. Your legs wrapped around my head holding me in that position, pulling my mouth onto your quim as you spasmed in joy at the pleasure my tongue was giving you. The muscles of your lower body seized and tightened and the released as you moaned a cry of satisfaction. Your breathing gasped, your cry of pleasure heard through the soft skin of the inside of your thighs, the taste of the effluvia ejected through your hidden passage. I lapped it greedily, swallowing as much of it as I could.

You fell back, somnambulant from the release I had brought to you. I kissed my way back up your body, over the soft curve of your stomach, again suckling on your swollen nipples. I began to position myself to allow my hardened manhood seek its own release inside your body, but you pushed me back, refusing me access. As I fell back, you took hold of that part of me so rigid, and gently moved your hand up and down, then you surprised me by quickly kissing the side of my shaft, lapping at the engorged helmet and then taking it between your lips. You lowered your head and took more and more of it into your warm, moist mouth until I could feel your nose pressing against the hairs of my pubis. Your fingers gently caressed the sack below my prong, bringing me very strong pleasure while the warmth of your tongue and cheeks softly stroked the knob.

Up and down your head bobbed as you excited me with your aggressive and wanton behavior. My sack tightened and my horn hardened even further as I felt your lips sliding up and down the length of my cock. This was heaven on earth, you and I, naked, and you leading us in sexual play. The moans that escaped me indicated the pleasure I was deriving from your actions. I could feel the growing tensions of my own imminent release. I had to stop you or I would have exploded in your mouth.

As you lifted your head off my raging horn, you moved to be over me, and then lowered your body onto mine. I felt my cock stabbing at you as you moved to engage my flesh to spear into your love canal. I could feel your loving lips part and allow my flesh to enter your body. You kissed me as I pierced you, then gasped as you felt the thrill of my flesh inside your body, fulfilling the demands of our most primal urges.

You ground your hips on my body, forcing my prong, into you, out, then in again. Again and again you drove yourself onto me, giving me your sexual favor, your loving self. I felt the warm moistness of your private parts wrapped around my cock heating me. Your modern, carefree manner exciting me, inflaming my passion even more. Again I felt your body tensing to an imminent release as you rubbed that small button on my pubis.

Your breathing sharpened and gasped as a second release seized your body forcing a frenzied movement that took my excitement over the top and I pumped my juices into you. I could feel the sweep of pleasure from my sack, outward to the rest of me, as you cried your joy at your own release. I felt the slippery lubrication of my fluids inside your love canal and my needle pushed deep into you each time I squirted. Your gasping accompanying every life giving spurt of juice increased my fervor as I held you tightly now. I didn’t want this moment to pass.

Your arms wrapped around me, your soft busom pressed against me, your legs either side of my hips was heavenly for me. Slowly your breath came back to normal, as did mine. You lifted your head from my shoulder and kissed me, softly, then with greater passion. This gentle touch of your heated lips seemed to reignite my body, the surge of electricity from your heart, through your touch to every part of my body made my slackening prick regrow and again seek the flush of release inside you.

I rolled you over, onto your back and mounted you in the more conventional manner, my reinvigorated tool again pushing as deep into you as I could make it. Again you responded with the gentle moans and cries of a loving woman. You held me and pulled my hips closer, harder, wrapping your long legs around me, urging me on to greater acts of stamina and prowess.

Again, I felt your body tense and surge upward as your muscles seized and released in an overwhelming moment of orgasm. You flopped back, laid out like a rag doll, devoid of all energy, my cock still buried deep within you, me, my body pushing down on top of you.

I felt your arms around me again, your gentle whispers of love, your soft kisses on my cheek. I felt you gently pushing me off, forcing my now softening prong to fall out of you, rolling me onto my back. I felt your lips on my neck, and them my shoulder.

You moved lower and again took my now soft prick into your mouth, sucking me, licking the mixed juices of our love making off it. After a few minutes of this wonderful action, you again kissed my stomach and then my chest.

Your face appeared above me and your lips kissed mine. I tasted that heady mix of our bodily fluids in your mouth as my tongue forced its way passed your lips. I held you close and refused to end that kiss for a very long moment.

I could no longer contain that which was in my heart. I held your face in my hands and said, “I love you.” I kissed you again and felt your body, your heart responding to me. Then came the most dramatic moment, when I heard your soft whisper of “I love you too.”

Your most ardent, if unrequited, lover,

[my great-great-grand-father]

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