Letter of Recomendation
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Dearest husband,
Oh, it has been such long winter, and you have been working so hard without a break. You looked tired when we talked last on Skype and I thought it would be a wonderful to get away for a few days — somewhere phones don't ring and we can be alone.
I love it when we slip away for a few days together as though we were illicit lovers. I get so excited thinking about it. Just the two of us, able to share our love and our bodies with each other without interruptions. So last week I went online and booked a sweet little cottage about 100 miles away. It is in the woods by a lake in a secluded place where there are only a few other cottages. Otherwise, it is completely isolated with no telephones and no television so we have all the time we need to play.
I have packed a few new sexy little outfits that I know you will like for when we go out dinner, and several very tiny and sheer little teddies and gowns that you will able to slip off me so easily during the day. No clothes, except those that keep you aroused and ready to ravish me every day on the hour.
I am so excited about us getting away, and to make sure you will be excited and find the time, I will tell you some of my thoughts and plans. You will recognize most, if not all, because we have done them all before to our great delight. So here are some things I'm thinking about, and I want you to be thinking about them too.
It will be so hard to not slip my fingers in my wet pussy as you drive us the hundred or so miles to the cottage. I don't wear any panties in the car and can lean against the door and pull my skirt up so you can see my little pink pussy. I can just play with it and you always have such a hard time driving and trying to watch me at the same time. I can see you adjusting your cock as it gets so big and hard and feels too confined. I shouldn't tease you like this, but I know that you secretly love it.
And remember how much I like for you to keep up with a lorry where the driver can get more than a peak at what I am doing? That always makes my little slippery tunnel squeeze together and pulse with extra desire, knowing that someone may be watching me. And while my breasts may not be huge, they are pretty and pink, and I love to show them to you (and anyone else who may see) as we drive along.
I am bringing a hot and realistic dildo to ease slowly into my pussy. You like to watch it stretch my tight little hole to fit inside, don't you? And to see the white foamy juice that squeezes out as I slide it in and out faster and faster and deeper and deeper. Can you hear the squishy sound, my darling? I often have to play with my little clit as my toy goes in and out and I get so close to cumming.
And before you know it we get to our little cottage. The first thing I want to do is take your clothes off so I can push you back on the bed and start kissing you from your face to your neck and down, down to sucking your gorgeous cock; so big and hard. Oh, darling you are so delicious — the taste of you and the feel of you in my mouth is more than I can describe.
It is so arousing, wanting to get you rock hard so I can straddle you, easing that hot, wide staff into my very wet and needy little cunt. Riding up and down and up and down as it drives so deep inside. Oh, can I take it all? Can I? Keep working up and down, and relaxing my pussy so you can get deeper, filling me in every part, so that I can feel every vein and ridge. Riding you faster, and then slowing, trying to make it last and last and last. Reaching down to kiss your lips — those lips I adore — still riding up and down and getting closer and closer to the most powerful orgasm. Oh my god my darling husband — I love you so very much!
I have been thinking of all other kinds of things we can do. At night, when it is dark, we can open the curtains, so that anyone can see into our lighted room. There won't be many other people around, but we just won't know if anyone is there or not. That is part of the thrill. Just writing you about all this has me disgustingly wet and dripping, my cunt working like a fish's mouth.
We can stand in front of the windows, and then I will undress you, and you will undress me. Then you can put your hands on my shoulders to push me to a kneeling position in front of you. I'll take you in my hands, and then suck your cock deep into my mouth, as I run my hands over your bottom., pulling you deep in my mouth. My head will be going back and forth sucking your cock, and who knows who might be watching?
Then, the next night, when we go out to dinner, I won't be wearing any panties under my pretty little flirty dress, so that you can reach over and play with my pussy under the table. You will get me so hot and wet that when we get back into the car, I will be holding up my skirt so you can watch me run my fingers inside my pussy, fucking myself because I just can't wait. Remember the times I have unzipped you before we get in the car and pulled down your trousers so I could just lay back on the seat with the car door open and you just walked up to me, taking my legs and putting them on your shoulder's and fucking me while I moaned so loud without caring who was around? Oh! How you make me come — hard enough to bite my lip trying not to scream.
In our room you can take me over to the window again, with the curtains open, and get me to lean against the window pane, as you take my dress off, and start fucking me from behind. Oh, god honey — I get so creamy just imagining you inside me!
Another evening we might book a table in the restaurant of a nice little hotel in the nearby town. You know how I love to wear a short little skirt with no panties, but thigh high lacy top stockings. I imagine you and me walking into the lobby with your hand around my waist. I know that you will want to allow it to drop down to my bottom, so that you can rub your hand up and down, which makes my skirt ride up and down.
The other men and women in the lobby lounge will nudge one another as they look at our teasing, and our obvious inability to remain circumspect. But we won't care, and we hope it will inflame them with a little of the lust we feel.
Just thinking about it my darling lover, and how sexy you are, makes me just squirm with excitement, I want you so badly, and I am so wet and aroused thinking about our delicious lovemaking, that I just have to stop and go play with myself until I get able to type without making the rest of this letter look like xiowwqlfbnldxncdi. (Gobbledygook)
Whew, that was soooo good. Now, we might decide to go into the bar for a drink before eating, and I will sit on one of those bistro height stools at a table for two. You will sit opposite me, and I will reach across the table to hold your hand and look into your eyes. You are so sexy and I am so happy that we have managed to slip away for a few days
We will order our drinks, and never taking our eyes off one another, we start thinking with one mind of what we will be doing to each other in just a little while - and what we will continue to do every day until it is time to go back home. The waiter will bring our whisky, and we will silently toast each other, and the passionate love we are so ready for, both of us tingling with desire
I know how you love it when I undo a button on my sheer white blouse, and since I didn't bother with a bra, you can see not only my cleavage, but my pink little nipples and darker pink aureoles. My legs open up, and my skirt has ridden up, but I don't care who looks and sees my pussy lips swelling and moistening as I look into your eyes. When we have finished our drinks we decide it is time to go into the restaurant. As we walk, it feels delicious to walk with my wet pussy dripping on my thighs.
Later when we get back to our cottage, we will hardly get through the door before we are in each others arms, kissing deeply, and taking each others clothes off. I will continue to kiss you deeply, as I move you over to the bed and have you lie on your back so I can straddle you, kissing your eyes, your brow, your lips, your neck, as you run your hands over my naked body down to my bottom, squeezing it and pulling my cheeks apart.
I will turn around and straddle your head, as I go down to take your cock in my mouth. Oh my god, the first lick of your tongue on my clit and pussy – I am almost ready to cum right then. It is so very hot I can't hold on, and I start sucking and kissing your cock and balls, as you suck and thrust your tongue inside my cunt. Oooooh, it is so damn good, and it doesn't take much to make me cum, even though I will be trying not to so quickly, but wanting to be with you and dreaming about it all day has me unable to hold off. I cum and cum, moaning and screaming as quietly as I can.
I will kiss you deeply again, and then strap on my realistic dildo, and get you to get on your stomach on the bed, and raise your arse into the air. I will lift your shirt, and push it up around your waist, so I can see that wonderful bottom, with your long cock and heavy balls hanging down for me to reach through and gently caress. I will kiss you all over your arse and rub my hands everywhere, making you moan, because you are so in need of release, and want to cum so badly.
Then I will get some nice lubricant, and spread it on your puckered star and on my dildo — I am so hot again at the thought of fucking you, running my cock in and out of your arse. I will position it at your entrance, and give you a couple of nice slaps on each cheek, stinging my palm, but making me even more eager to fuck you.
As I push into you, the other end will pushes against my clit and into my cunt, driving me to push harder and harder into you. Oh my god, it is so good thinking about how I will thrust in and out, and in and out, wanting to keep fucking you until your shoot your wonderful cream all over, and I cum so much it drips down my cock.
You are the sexiest man alive my husband, and I will be fucking you, and you will be fucking me, mmmmmmmmm. Holding your hips, I will keep fucking until we both cum together. It will be so wonderful, so hot, oh my darling man, so good!
I was also thinking that if the weather is nice we could stroll down to the lake, and go skinny dipping. And while you are still in the water, I will steal your clothes, and you will have to chase me. I will let you almost catch me, and then run off again. I am such a tease, and It will be such fun, and we will be laughing so hard as we run naked through the trees. You will look so funny with your cock bouncing up and down as you run.
Of course, I will let you grab hold of me before we are too out of breath, and you will wrestle me to the ground, and start tickling and pinching me until I beg you to stop. Your tickling will soon turn to caresses, as you get turned on by my hot little body, and you will suck my nipples until they are hard, and slip your hands between my legs to play with my wet and swollen pussy. And then my wonderful lover, you will thrust your cock deep into my cunt, and we will fuck until we are moaning and squealing with delight. I will squeeze your delicious bum, and pull you deeper inside me, your buttocks tightening with each thrust into my heart.
Oh my husband, I will be delirious with desire, and when your cock starts to throb as you pump rope after rope of your hot cum into me, I will almost pass out in ecstasy as my orgasm rips through me, flooding my whole body with such exquisite sensations. We will be so lost in each other that we won't care if anyone sees us, in fact it will make us even more horny thinking that someone might catch us, and get so aroused that they have to play with themselves.
My darling, I must sign off on this letter now. You will soon be home, and I will give it you to read after dinner, once I have told you about the nice little surprise I have for you. And that will make you so horny, that you will tear off my clothes and ravish me on the rug in front of the fire.
What a wonderful few days we will have, so full of loving, and laughter, and sex ..... oh yes, the fucking will be so damn amazing, and we will do it several times each day, oh my god, yes, lots of lovely fucking.
Hugs and kisses to my adorable, and oh so sexy man, mine alone.
Your adoring wife.
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Mason: Letter 06Figaro, Thank you for replying to my last letter, I understand where you are coming from I just don't like being kept in the dark. I truly appreciate all you do for me but I think it would be better if we could work together from now on. Once again the crazy saga off my life rolls full steam ahead, I'm not sure when I will be able to write again so I will try and fit as much into this letter as I can. I was happy to hear that you were doing ok, when I read your letter it was...
LETTER FROM ITHACA ? Dear Shoeblossom, ? I am worried that my BDSM tendencies were created by my Mother, who I still live with. For instance, my butt is still stinging from the other night, when I got home late from work. "Leland, where have you been?"Mother asked me. She is a striking woman, and once won the Cayuga County Joan Collins look-alike contest. ? "Mother, the bus was late...I wish you'd let me get a driver's license." Really. I'm thirty-three years old, Shoeblossom, and Mother won't...
Just a note.... For any first time reader of my stories from across the pond: In the UK the ground floor of a house is the first in the USA, the first floor here is the US second floor etc., and tights are US pantyhose. THE LETTER Donald Hardwick arrived in his office at eight twenty five that morning, a little earlier than his usual time of nine as he knew he would be having a busy day. His secretary Claudia Jones, with her usual efficiency, had anticipated this and had...
Jenny sat on a seat in the hallway clutching her Punishment Letter. She was still stinging from the punishment already given to her by the dominant Headmistress. Now, as her Mum was away, Mrs Denver was going to deal with her, just one hour after punishing her. She was exhilarated and pensive at the same time, still tensing her thighs and giving herself a series of mini orgasms. She still managed a wicked smile as she watched Charlotte and Kelly Hall leave the Academy, both rubbing their...
SpankingThe Letter: A True Story By Terri Main One time my therapist asked me what would have to happen before I transitioned. I told her that I would have to disclose at work and to tell my parents. Little did I know they would both happen in the same week. I don't want to ever have another week like that. I must say that of all the blessings God has given me during this transition, I doubt if any of them are as wonderful as the one described in this story. But be warned. You'll...
Life in 2115 - A letter to the future M/F, M+/F, oral, anal, SciFi, interracial It was the spring of 2205. Zandack Cranockk was operating a disintegration ray, making pass after pass vaporizing a building to make room for the new building that would take it's place. His people had just invaded Earth and eliminated the humans to have the planet for his race's much needed expansion. A specially made toxin sprayed into the atmosphere had killed all the humans and a couple of the...
“Um, when do you need this by?” Kevin asked “Well I leave tomorrow, I am really sorry, I sort of forgot...” said Laura. She continued in an apologetic vein for some time. Kevin wasn’t listening; the afternoon sun was right behind her, the golden light making the highlights of her blond hair shimmer. Kevin noticed the sundress was somewhat translucent, the mind filling in details of her stunning body, tricked by light and shadow. “Alright, stop by the house tonight and you can pick it...
Hello, just to let you know there is no graphic sex in this story, sorry. Suggest you find another author for that. Constructive critiques and comments about the story are very welcome and appreciated. Thanks for reading my story. Please enjoy. This story was inspired by the 1953 country song, ‘DEAR JOHN’ first recorded by Ferlin Huskey, then later by Skeeter Davis and others during early to late 60s. Dear John, oh how I hate to write. Dear John, I must let you know tonight. That my love...
In the weeks and months that followed Glen’s and Sarah’s declaration of their love for each other Glen often remembered Rosemary’s words, ‘Why don’t you piss off and find yourself a nice little virtuous young maiden who’ll keep her legs closed to everyone except you…if you can find one.’ ‘Almost prophetic words,’ Glen thought. Glen returned to working in the practice while Sarah stayed at Rascals Point. He went to see her as often as he could and occasionally Sarah came to the city and stayed...
I hurried to get to Georges house. I looked at my watch and sighed in relief as I was 7 minutes early. I had an easy gait and was soon unlocking the door and made my way to the kitchen to put away what groceries I had bought. I cocked my head as I thought I heard a noise coming from the bedroom. I took my top off as I assumed it was George so I tiptoed to the door and flung it open and went “ TAA DAA “ then immediately covered my breast and asked Geoff what he was doing in Georges bedroom. He...
I hurried to get to Georges house. I looked at my watch and sighed in relief as I was 7 minutes early. I had an easy gait and was soon unlocking the door and made my way to the kitchen to put away what groceries I had bought. I cocked my head as I thought I heard a noise coming from the bedroom. I assumed it was George so I tiptoed to the door and flung it open and went “ TAA DAA “ then immediately asked Geoff what he was doing in Georges bedroom. He waved me off with his hand then covered the...
I hurried to get to Georges house. I looked at my watch and sighed in relief as I was 7 minutes early. I had an easy gait and was soon unlocking the door and made my way to the kitchen to put away what groceries I had bought. I cocked my head as I thought I heard a noise coming from the bedroom. I assumed it was George so I tiptoed to the door and flung it open and went “ TAA DAA “ then immediately asked Geoff what he was doing in Georges bedroom. He waved me off with his hand then covered the...
The second letter was screaming to be opened. I could hear it, I could see it jump around on the table like a spoilt child. Open me. Open me. Read me. Do me!Trust had taken over my very soul and I knew that I could not leave without finding out what was in the letter. But the finding out was the key to doing. One of the rules was, that if I opened it, I had to go through with it.In one sense it was a hard decision, as I didn’t know what would be inside, but I knew that the excitement would take...
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