*This is a letter extracted of a long fantasy role play I have as a rich tailor and dom lover of a smart beautiful trophy wife. I share it to you in hope you might enjoy it as well. Anthing to make this quaratine go away faster right ? ;) It was originally written in french, I hope there isn’t too much mistakes !!*
*It’s my first post on reddit and here. If it’s well received I may come back to post regularly of the “progress” I make with this young creature.*
Madam,
As you know, I have to wait until this little ordeal are over before I find you again. It gave me time to think about how our relationship should unfold afterward. In fact, I have outlined a precise sequence of your tasks following the success of your little test. I am taking the liberty of passing it on to you so that you can better project yourself on what awaits you.
At 7pm, you will receive my latest creation. ( [link](https://i.pinimg.com/originals/28/01/04/2801049c8fd7de8fc777c91affe6a27a.jpg)& [link](https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSzQs72srkgBpuDk8AKpeEdZ51Z0Dj3bfECJ3XNIHczaY_Frt8Zog&s))
Slide in that second skin. Rediscover the sensations of these precious fabrics cut by expert hands that remember your curves for having caressed them with passion. But don’t delay. I want you to be a few blocks away from my house before nightfall. I want you to be seen. Along those alleys that still separate you from me, look at the men. Offer yourself to their eyes. Magnetize them. Make them believe it’s for them that you’re waving like that. Break every couple in your path.
When you ring the bell, they’ll take you to the billiard room. Maybe you’ll let me make your wait a little. I know patience is not your strong suit. But I’m a gambler. When I get there, I’ll start by tasting you with my eyes, without saying anything. And, seemingly innocent, you will be showing your best profil in order for me to enjoy this silent show. I know that at first your mouth will be filled with polite and measured words. Yet it awaits only my lips.
The first passes of arms are heard. A few good words, subtle hints. A smile a little too greedy, the animal sparkle in your eyes, the light of desire in mine. Your words are peaceful, but I know that you’re playing on your charms to intoxicate me. The suggested wiggle of a tempting pelvis. A hand left a split second too long in mine. And in subtext your subtil perfume sets in, a ghost that seems to be an invitation to kiss your skin to feel it better. I know it will envelop me when we find a narrower place for other kinds of conversation.
My gaze drifts. The call of your chest is too resounding despite the fabric that suffocates it with great difficulty. I’ve outdone myself on that one. But unlike the passers-by who must still be thinking of you, I know the secrets that this creation contains. A secret lace shorty designed for your curves. You prefer nudity, but I like you in lingerie. I can’t pass up the opportunity to undress you a little longer. I can’t help but imagine you coming to me, secretly carrying my mark in the heart of your intimacy. A bite of lace that foreshadows mine. ( [link](https://photo-2-baomoi.zadn.vn/w1000_r1/17/05/04/283/22181965/7_119038.jpg))
You led a good fight. Resisted valiantly. You waited until the animal in me awoke to give me the keys to our relationship. The wolf is here. Your dress is falling, useless.
The light seems to embrace your body, waiting for my lips to replace it. Your perfect lines jump across the room as our two bodies, held too long, are caught in an animal intoxication. The only piece of cloth that still separates you from the nudity seems to disappear as soon as my hands grasp your hips. Now only the pumps remain and that lipstick on the green of the pool table. But you still have one last piece of jewellery left. The one you wear best. The one that sticks to your skin. The hungry looks that all the males have given you on the way. It’s your shining diamond.
I bend your legs towards you. Your sex on a platter. Its hemmed softness even has my taste buds. Your thighs against my cheeks. Your hand in my hair. I Explore this territory of pleasure, listen to the rhythm of the waves of your pelvis, look for the exquisite points where my tongue will make you shake. I’ll stay there, I’ll return to it. To surprise you. It is with those same lips still impregnated with your scent that I would kiss my wife when a few hours.
I’m getting up. My chin’s glowing from your juice. I release my shaft, hard of desire for you. I feel the burning bite of your slit. Spreading its throbbing walls. I Feel your contractions with the first stroke from my hips. Your greedy hands closing in the air with pleasure. I know your body. I have learned to read it. I see the wave of pleasure running down your back, running through that skin asking for my hands. Coming completely out of you. Let you feel the emptiness my cock has left, then come back to fill it.
I rule over your body. You entrusted me with the reins. And I declare total surrender and the reign of the beasts that inhabit us. A wild ride.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/g8qcnd/a_letter_from_your_rich_lover_waiting_the_end_of
This is so beautiful, both the words and the dress! Amazing