Dear Boston,
I had a dream about you last night. I do not know how you crossed the 3,000 mile distance, but you were there and left my body shivering.
I was sitting at the counter, my student’s math test separated into different piles to differentiate between graded and not graded, sadly the later was the bigger pile. I was just beginning to feel the beginnings of a headache when your warm fingers trailed across my neck. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, the aches of a long day disappearing, and a different ache taking over. Your lips follow the path your fingers took on my neck in barley there kisses, simply meant to tease as your hands travel across my shoulders, down the sides of my breasts, finally settling on my stomach. I’m melting into your touch already, tilting my head to give you more access to my neck in a silent plead for more, please. I feel you smile into my neck.
You break away briefly, taking my hand and leading me into the bedroom, pausing at the foot of the bed to turn your attention back to me, hands on my hips, thumbs slowly moving across my skin as you finally allow our lips to meet. Words cannot express how much I love kissing you. You start slow, worshiping each of my lips in turn before your tongue demands entrance, making me moan and grip your sides in need. Running your hands up my sides, you slowly, fuck too slowly, take off my shirt. Your hands then move to my back and unclasp my bra, letting it slide to the floor. I wanted you to toss my onto the bed and take me right there, I needed you, but you don’t. You slowly move me back and lay me out across the bed, lips once again at my neck as you slowly begin to trail them downwards, not stopping until you reach my right breast. One of my hands is in your gorgeous black hair, the other gripping onto your shoulder as your mouth envelopes much of my breast, licking and sucking on my nipple as I moan you name and wrap my jean clad legs around your waist. Then you give me a little bite and oh, how my hands pull on your hair, fingernails dig into your strong back and my heels dig into your waist as I desperately try to get closer to you. You make your way to my left breast, only to moan your name again, seeing stars.
God Boston, I’m dripping and desperate and you just slowly move your lips down until your hands begin to open up my jeans, sliding them and my panties away. You take a moment to undress as well before I feel your lips again, slowly making their way up my left thigh, making my legs open on their own with their own need for you to be closer. Then, your mouth is on my clit, you lick and suck, making me scream. Both of my hands are in your hair now, holding you there and begging for this to not stop as my heels are now digging into your shoulders. You give me one last lick, making me whimper as I come down from my orgasm. You crawl over me and all I can think of is God, yes, please. Your mouth meets mine as you slowly, God still too slow, enter me. Finally, you are where I want you, where I need you. You take my hands in yours, pinning them by my head as you start to move, slow, easy thrusts. My hands grip yours tightly, wanting to touch you, hang on to you, but you keep them there.
I’m whimpering, my whole body is on fire as you release on of my hands, yours going to my thigh and moving my thigh to your shoulder, going deeper. Fuck.
I need you to go faster but you don’t. You just grip my thigh tighter, other hand coming around to my back as both of mine go to your back as I cry out, fingers digging into your back. You sit up, bringing me with you, one thigh still over your shoulder as your mouth once again descends to my breast where you attack again with teeth and tongue. Again I scream, contracting around you still inside of me. This time, you don’t give me time to come down and slow and steady becomes fast and sharp, pushing me on in ecstasy, pushing you on until you still, and give a few jerky thrusts to finish out your pleasure. Your mouth returns to mine as you lay me down, kisses becoming slow and deep.
Waking up to find this was only a dream, well, Boston, firstly, thank you for your letters, for they feed my imagination and turn a lonely bed into a subconscious euphoria.
Secondly, when will you be heading back my way? My imagination will only be sated for so long.
Exclusively yours,
Sacramento
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticstories/comments/67ty3j/dear_boston_fstr