This was one of my love letters that I wrote a couple of years ago. I don’t feel the same about the person I wrote it for but I remember the joy I felt when I wrote it. I’m trying to retrace some steps here to rediscover my joy for this kind of writing.
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*First, I’d slowly circle you counterclockwise, gently peeling off your clothes,*
*layer by layer, making sure you feel the drag of every stitch of fabric across your skin. First that overshirt, then the undershirt…feeling your toned and lean frame across my fingertips as I do this. Next I’d work my way down to the belt, tug it loose so, so slowly…kissing your exposed skin as the layers gently drop to the floor. Then I’d wedge my hand between the back of your pants and buttocks, lightly cup the right cheek as my wrist and forearm gently force down the waist line…then use my other hand to take great care in pulling your pants off, then lastly, I’d glide my fingertips between the elastic of your underwear and hips…and gently pull them down until they drift to the ground…*
*Next, I’d pull out some warming gel. It is water based and dries fairly fast without leaving much residue, I use it for aches and pains sometimes. I want to help you relax, so you can really enjoy yourself thoroughly. I’d dollop some into my hands, rub them together to warm it all up, then start with your neck. I’d carefully but firmly work my thumbs where your skull connects to the top of your spine as the rest of my fingers work your muscles connecting your neck and shoulders.*
*Very gradually my fingers would do their work along your shoulders, across your shoulder blades, down your spine a bit, around the middle of your back, down your lower back, all the way down till I reach your tailbone.*
*Then I’d gather up another dollop of gel and start to work your outer thighs, inner thighs, down your leg, over the knees, through your calf muscles, across your boney shins, along the ankles, then gather another glop and focus on your feet, one at a time.*
*With a few more glops, I’d make sure to coat and massage you from head to toe, except your dick. This gel is a bit too strong for genitals. I’m not that cruel, unless you want me to be, hehe… With my hands working you all over like this, the gel would dry in minutes, though the heating effect of it will linger, relaxing your muscles and making your skin tingle, making it much more sensitive…*
*After I take the time to deeply relish freeing you, I’d gently place you on that stool, help you find your balance on it. Once you are balanced and comfortable we can then begin.*
*I’d unravel the satin elastic material from its spool, match the two ends of it together to find the middle, then drape the ribbon across the back of your neck at the mid section of the long strip, ensuring roughly equal amounts of material on both sides of your body.*
*I’d then proceed to wrap you up with the strips, pulling it up and around your neck, down your shoulders, up and around your arms, tying your forearms to the armrests. I’d snip some here, hand stitch it up there, creating an enticing, symmetric lattice across your body, making sure no section is too tight or too loose. I’d wrap you head to toe with those stretchy, silky, black satin straps, tying your feet to the foot rests as well. I’d take a final step back to make sure that nothing is turning purple due to lack of circulation, then proceed.*
*I’d then undo that silk material, and slowly drape it across your nude body, drag it across your exposed right shoulder, up the right side of your neck and face, brushing it lightly across you, warming you up for the rush ahead… then I’d tie it across your eyes and ears, light some candles, put on some LED rainbow light projectors, and shut off the main lights.*
*I’d start to circle you again, making sure you can’t see. As soon as I know for sure your vision is out of the equation, I will start my little performance.*
*With a light push of the left upper corner of the chair, you’ll drift very lightly clockwise, at most 1 rotation per minute. I will keep my distance and orbit you counterclockwise. Chances are the chair will cease to rotate every 90 or 180 degrees or so with such light pushes, so when the rotation stops, I will let you sit there, let you feel the snug elastic stretch across you, let you get a little more impatient, let you wonder what will come next. Then, I’ll give that upper corner another light push…*
*I will continue this until we both lose track of time, until we both start to become a little impatient.*
*It would be so difficult to resist such an alluring display for too long…I’d come in closer with just my right hand and gently levitate it about a half inch across your right forearm, just close enough for you to feel the warmth but not to touch your skin. Just close enough for the hair on your arm to perk up…to make you shiver just a little…*
*I’d slowly hover that hand up your arm, across your right shoulder, up your neck, cheek, face, lips, down the neck, down your chest, down the stomach, over the groin, across your left inner thigh, over the top of your left upper thigh, down that leg’s shin, down to the top of left foot, all while not touching you, just feeling your warmth permeate my hand and my hand’s warmth permeate your skin.*
*Then, I’d step back, and give you another light push, and circle you in the opposite direction again, to disorient us both.*
*After a short while, I’d close back in from behind and hover both of my hands over your shoulders in unison, then across your upper back, down your shoulder blades, not touching you, round the back of your arms, up the sides of your upper arms, over your shoulders again, over both sides of your neck, over your silk covered ears, from the back to the top of your head, down your forehead until they reach your cheeks and lips. I’d let my hands hover over both of your cheeks and lips for some time, letting the heat of my hands really seep into your face, feeling your hot breath across my fingertips.Then, I’d slowly pull both of my hands away, and watch you shiver a little…then give the chair another light push…*
*Some time will pass, some pushes later…then I’d come back in with just my right index finger and trace the stretchy ribbon along your neck, keeping my distance and circling you as I do this. I’d carefully trace the entire circumference of that ribbon, tracing where its edges meet your skin…all the while watching you quiver. Then I’d pull away, and give you another push.*
*Then another push.*
*Then wait.*
*Then another push.*
*Then wait.*
*Then…I’d come in from behind again, and use both of my index fingers and trace your ears behind the silk…lightly rubbing tiny circles with my fingertips up and down your ears…I’d do this for some time and listen to your aching and moans. Then I’d take another step back…*
*Then another push.*
*Then wait.*
*Then another push.*
*Then wait.*
*Then…I’d come back and lean in, brushing only the tips of my curls down your left shoulder, down your left arm, down your forearm strapped to the armrest, down to the top of your hand. Then take another step back.*
*Push.*
*Wait.*
*Push.*
*Wait.*
*I’d come in and brush the tips of my curls across the top of your head, down the right side of your face, down your neck, chest, stomach, aching groin, inner right thigh, down to your right knee…then step back…*
*Push.*
*Wait.*
*Push.*
*Wait.*
*Then…I’d come in and fondle the strip between the right side of your neck and right shoulder. I’d wiggle my finger underneath the material, prying it up just a little, raise it up half and inch, trace my finger along it while keeping that half inch gap. Then go a full inch, trace that material, feel it drag the other connected strips slightly in the same direction, then…lightly place the material back down. Then step back.*
*I’d leave you there, circling you quietly so you can’t fully gauge where I am at.*
*Then come in, lift up the strap stretched across your left nipple, lift it up off your skin a half inch, trace it, then a full inch, trace it up and down again, studying how erect your nipple is, then…gently…place it back down.*
*Then leave you there again, and start quietly circling again…*
*Then pry up the strap across your right hip, trace it, then set it gently back down.*
*Step back, quietly circle you.*
*Pry up the middle, perpendicular strap across your left thigh, trace it, then gently set it back down.*
*Step back, quietly circle you.*
*Pry up the strap across your right shoulder blade, trace it, tease it, then gently set it back down.*
*Step back, giggle lightly, then quietly circle you.*
*Then the strap across the upper section of the right side of your ribcage…*
*Then the straps along the top of your left forearm…*
*Then the straps down the back of your right calf…*
*Then the straps along the side of your left foot…*
*Then the straps across your lower stomach…*
*Then the straps along the sides of your knees…*
*I’d tease them all in succession, trace them an inch above your skin, then gently set them all down….and watch you shake and bite your lip.*
*And now that I’ve got you sufficiently tuned, it’s time to play your song.*
*Off to the side I would set up a metronome app and set it to 30 beats per minute, 4 beats per measure, click the “stress the first beat box”, and set the timer for 60 seconds. So the rhythm is like…*
*Snap goes the strap below your right shoulder.*
*2…*
*3…*
*4…*
*Snap goes the strap in the middle of your right forearm.*
*2….*
*3…*
*4…*
*Snap goes the strap atop your left thigh.*
*2…*
*3…*
*4…*
*Snap goes the strap across your left hip bone.*
*2…*
*3…*
*4…*
*Snap goes the strap along your right inner thigh.*
*2…*
*3…*
*4…*
*Snap goes the strap between your left shoulder and the left side of your neck.*
*2…*
*3…*
*4…*
*Snap goes the strap under your left armpit.*
*2…*
*3…*
*4…*
*Snap goes the strap across your right nipple*
*And then the timer runs out…*
*Oh the sounds you’d make with just that warm up alone, hehe…*
*I’d then bump up the settings to 60 beats per minute and set the timer for another minute…*
*Snap goes the straps atop your both your feet*
*2…*
*3…*
*4…*
*Snap goes the straps running up your shins*
*2…*
*3…*
*4…*
*Snap goes the straps running down your calves*
*2…*
*3…*
*4…*
*Snap goes the straps below your knees*
*2…*
*3…*
*4…*
*Snap goes the straps along your outer thighs*
*2…*
*3…*
*4…*
*Snap goes the straps on top of your thighs*
*2…*
*3…*
*4…*
*Snap goes the straps along your upper outer thighs.*
*2…*
*3…*
*4…*
*Snap goes the straps along your hips*
*2…*
*3…*
*4…*
*Snap goes the straps along your abdominals*
*2…*
*3…*
*4…*
*Snap goes the straps laced across your rib cage*
*2…*
*3…*
*4…*
*Snap goes the straps under your armpits*
*2…*
*3…*
*4…*
*Snap goes the straps across your nipples*
*2…*
*3…*
*4…*
*Snap goes the straps along your shoulders*
*2…*
*3…*
*4…*
*Snap goes the straps across your chest*
*2…*
*3…*
*4…*
*Snap goes the strap along your neck*
*And the timer runs out…but the music you’d make..How it would fill the room…How you’d shudder and gasp…How you’d plead…*
*Then…I’d bump it up to 180 beats per minute…For 30 seconds.*
*Snap there, 2, 3, 4…*
*Snap here, 2, 3, 4…*
*Snap under there, 2, 3, 4…*
*Snap over there, 2, 3, 4…*
*Snap under here, 2, 3, 4…*
*Snap under there, 2, 3, 4…*
*Snap here, 2, 3, 4…*
*Snap there, 2, 3, 4…*
*Snap over there, 2, 3, 4…*
*Snap over here, 2, 3, 4…*
*Snap under here, 2, 3, 4…*
*Snap under there, 2, 3, 4…*
*Snap there, 2, 3, 4…*
*Snap here, 2, 3, 4…*
*Snap there, 2, 3, 4…*
*Snap here, 2, 3, 4…*
*Snap over there, 2, 3, 4…*
*Snap over here, 2, 3, 4…*
*Snap under there, 2, 3, 4…*
*Snap under here, 2, 3, 4…*
*Snap there, 2, 3, 4…*
*Snap here, 2, 3, 4…*
*Then, after finishing up this warm up, I’d clear my mind and let my hands play their tune all over your body.*
*Would it be here, when you lose control? When you lose yourself? When your eyes start to roll back into your head and your eyelids start to flutter? When your whole body is writhing, begging for more? When your decorum completely washes out of you, what will surface in its place? That passion, that eagerness, that thirst…that part of you that comes alive when your control wanes…*
*That freedom…I want to set you free.*
*I’d close in, seeing you about to tip over that edge, and bring my lips so near to yours, gently brushing the tip of your nose with mine…I’d feel the heat of your breath moaning and pleading still. I’d take in such an intimate view for a few moments…but in short time…I’d want a taste…*
*….I’d stick out the tip of my tongue and lightly press it along the left side of your full upper lip..then..lightly drag that tip up towards the middle of that upper lip nice and slow, taking in a nice long lick, like you would with an ice cream cone on a hot summer day…Then, I’d take another light lick with the tip of my tongue along the other side of that upper lip…savoring the flavor and sensation.*
*It would be harder and harder to resist your urgency and sweet agony…It would fill me, all of it…and it would start to wash away my control as well. I couldn’t help but lean in, towards that plump bottom lip, and give it a lick along the middle. Then another….then another…then the licks would slowly progress to something more of a kiss, where I sandwich your bottom lip between my wet lips, and gently run my tongue along it from the inside of my mouth…feeling your top lip start to press down into it…*
*Feeling that energy start to pour into my face, flooding my body, my eyes would start to roll as my lips and tongue start to more deeply caress yours. Feeling your mouth taste mine and mine yours, my hands would start to shift up your neck and to the sides of your face to gently work the silk scarf off of you. To see that look in your eyes.*
*And that look, that look is what would push me over the edge.*
*I’d open my mouth wider, feel your tongue whip and lash with mine, feeling the sweet and painful energy from our combined moans…my hands would be on autopilot, tracing their way down your confined, writhing body…*
*Down your neck, down your chest, down your stomach, down where you need to be touched so…so badly…*
*My mouth would continue to work yours as my hands start to trace around your painful and dripping erection. My left hand would gently scoop up your balls, my fingers would cradle them. My right hand’s fingers would start to trace the pulsating veins along your shaft, up towards the glistening tip…*
*My index finger would gently massage that slippery tip, toying with your liquid eagerness…and gently glide that wetness along the tip in a counterclockwise spiral up and down it…making sure to spread that fluid across it.*
*Every so often my left hand would give your balls a gentle squeeze…*
*Then, I’d form my fingers and palm into a cylindrical shape and slowly glide your hard member through it…feeling that wetness lubricate my hand as it passes through, sending waves of intense anticipation through us…*
*I’d keep my hands and mouth going like this until you produce enough pre cum for me to fully lubricate my hand and your cock…All the while soaking through my underwear with my own heated need…*
*Then, finally, when you are lubricated enough, I’d add a little pressure to my grip, gauging what you want, gauging how you want it. I’d look for the rhythm you need, the strength, the speed, I’d look for all the answers to those questions as my hand pumps your needy cock…How your hips would sway into it, how you’d struggle against your restraints, how you’d get louder and shake with only the whites of your eyes showing…How the sensation would possess you…*
*I’d want you to tell me when you are about to cum, so I can see that delicious moment right before you climax, when your body has reached that heavenly peak and tension…so I can watch you explode, and your dick pulsate fiercely with each forceful shot…then the following convulsion, the tension leaving your body and relief setting in only momentarily.*
*Until your need and thirst resurrects for another round, encouraging me to beat my current high score.*
*For rising to the occasion a second time, I let loose your left arm from the armrest…I’d gently lift it up to my lips, and lick your fingers a little, then suck each one nice and slow, making sure you can feel my tongue wrap around each one…Then I’d take that same hand, trace it down my neck, down my breasts, down my waist, round the back to my ass…*
*I’d encourage you to grab a nice, hefty handful of all that thick ass…you can give it the hardest squeeze you can…you can give it a nice sharp slap…gently graze your fingertips across it…feel it to your heart’s content..peel my leggings off of it, then my panties, expose the skin of it…there is so much there, so much for you to enjoy…though, playing so much with my ass will drive me more insane…the exquisite feel of your hand all over it, skin on skin…It would be so hard to endure…*
*Eventually..I’d be forced to stand with my legs a bit more apart, so I could then guide your eager hand where I really…really need it…I’d put my hand on yours, and slowly shift your attention from my ass to my aching, drenched pussy…I’d guide your index and middle finger along my slippery outer lips, let you feel what you do to me, let what you do to me coat your fingers and hand..I’d guide those fingers up and down along the outside of me, then up to my swollen and aching clit…with those well lubricated fingers, you could rub me so…so well there…I’d teach you how, and I know how eager you are to learn…*
*The things those two fingers could do for me, rubbing that clit, tracing them along my aching opening…I could only keep going like that for so long, until I’d need more…Until I’d start begging for more…and you could give me more at any time you’d choose with your fingers…It would be up to you, when you’d want to insert your fingers inside me.*
*How long would you keep me begging and waiting? How long could you keep me like that? However long it would be, it would feel like an eternity…until you cave in, and your fingers start to slide into me…just the finger tips at first…but then up to the knuckles….how those fingers would massage me from the inside…how my body would squeeze your fingers, taking them deeper in…how my hips would start to gyrate to the rhythm and pace you’d set…I’d teach you where my g-spot is, then whisper…*
*“…there…please…I need this…so badly….please, take me…”*
*And you’d oblige, pressing and messaging me where I need it the most…creating shockwaves that throw me backwards, forcing my hands across my body, across my breasts and nipples, sending me into a frenzy…With this wild, new level of thirst you stroked into me, I’d return the favor and stroke you as well, pressing my mouth onto yours, with tongues lashing, and light bites here and there…As your hand massages me and mine massages you, our combined cacophony intensifies…pushing you past the brink once again, hot fluid erupting across you and I…*
*I’d feel the relief and tension leave your body once again, even from your fingers inside me…I’d allow you that brief intermission to catch your breath, then watch as your fire reignites.*
*For your continued endurance, I’d untie your other arm and feet, help you out of that chair, then scoop you up and carry you to the bed as our mouths connect. Together we’d wrestle off the rest of my clothes and your black satin straps, till we’re completely nude and on our knees on the bed, embracing one another…*
*That intensity that would propel us forward, driving your hands all over my body and my hands all over yours…Mouths connected, bodies closing in…feeling our aching parts lightly touch as we shift…I couldn’t take it any longer, I’d reach my limit…*
*I’d take my lips off yours long enough to look into your eyes, then gently lay you on your back..my mouth would be so eager, my tongue running up and down your pulsating, rock hard cock…Then I’d take you all in, deep down into my throat…till my lips press all the way around your throbbing base. I’d let you thrust into my mouth, as hard as you need to…tasting the salt of you…I’d want to fellate you until you explode across my face, so I can see you pulsate so hard up close, to take in every tiny detail…letting that erotic image burn into the back of my mind…*
*Cruelly, I’d puff a bit of air across that painfully sensitive cock. I’d count how many puffs it would take to get you hard again…then I’d pull you on top of me, with your lean frame laying across my soft body, with my thick thighs hugging both sides of your body. I’d feel every shift you make while like this…*
*And even in a fantasy I’d still reach for a condom..*
*And then…I’d be at your mercy, waiting for your next move. How would you pay me back for teasing you so? How long would you tease me with just the tip? Would you tease me till I beg for it? Until I am pleading so urgently…Eventually though, when you can’t take it anymore either, when neither of us can take it anymore, you’ll let go…and slowly…dive into me…and take me..*
*How would you take me? Would you go slow and cautious? Passionate and intimate? Hard and forceful? A bit of all of it? No matter how you go, I could take it…I could take it for as long as you can give it, be it seconds or hours…*
*Would you melt completely into my arms? Letting me take you to that exotic place once more? Bathing you in that never-ending glow once again?*
*With all of that frustration, would you fuck me senseless? Throw my huge thick ass in the air and take me hard from behind, digging your fingers deep into each cheek?*
*Would you tie up my wrists to my ankles, blindfold me, and take me that way?*
*Would you gently pull me in by my hair, run your hot wet tongue along mine, and thrust hard into the morning? Glide your hands all over me as our bodies rhythmically grind into one another?*
*Would you throw me on top of you to ride you hard into the night and day?*
*What would you say during this all? What would I say? What sounds would we make? How loud?*
*How frenzied would it get?*
*How intimate?*
*How intense?*
*How passionate?*
*How long and hot would that wildfire burn?*
*It is fun to imagine these possible iterations, and it is even more fun knowing that you are reading this too, that these details breathe some sort of invigorating force into you too.*
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