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We are out in town, it’s been a great night so far, out with some of your friends, ending up in Hoochies. I rolled my eyes when it was suggested we go there, but I went with it – I want you to enjoy yourself so it’s worth it.
The night is going well and you’re having a good dance with some random woman you’ve gotten chatting to, as the friends have all headed off home and it’s just us left. A guy starts giving you the eye and dancing over to the pair of you. The woman gives you a theatrical wink and dances away as the guy comes around to face you. Tallish, good looking with dark hair and stubble and smiley sort of face with dimples. He says something to you and you both starting chatting as you dance. You motion over towards me, I assume you’re telling him that I’m your hubby. And he sort of nods and I smile and give you both a little half wave. I’m enjoying watching you both dance, he is a good mover and I’ve always loved watching you dance!
He says something funny and you laugh, leaning forward and putting your forehead against his shoulder briefly, just like you would with a close friend. It’s all very good natured and it looks like you’re really having fun. I then realise that I’m not jealous. I’m just happy to see you having a good time and it really looks like you are.
You start to dance closer after that, and I catch you glancing over at me so I smile, pleased to see you enjoying yourself. It’s quite late and we’ve all had a few drinks so we’re all less inhibited than normal. You look up at him and he sneaks a kiss! On the lips! I’m shocked but it looked like such a beautiful thing. You respond! Not a full on snog but a lingering kiss, mouth a little bit open. The dance floor is quite dark now and everyone who is single is at that stage of trying to find someone.
I think to myself is that how she looks when we kiss? She looks so beautiful like that, god I’m a lucky boy!
I realise I want you to kiss him back. Then suddenly you do, this time it is a full on snog, eyes closed, heads moving slowly, rhythmically. Such a beautiful sight to see two people lost in the moment. Your hand goes to his hip. He puts his hands on your hips too and pulls you a little closer. I can’t believe what I’m seeing. But more than that, I can’t believe it is actually turning me on. To see my wife enjoying such uninhibited pleasure, to see her glow and look so beautiful, is the most amazing sensation. I want to tell you to carry on, but you seem to need no telling!
After a couple of minutes you break off and leave him standing, coming straight to me with your head down. You look so guilty. I tell you it’s fine and you looked so beautiful like that. I enjoyed seeing you dance and, I’m shocked to admit, I enjoyed watching you kissing too! There is no jealousy, I know you love me and I know I love you too.
You take some convincing and another G&T but you stop feeling guilty about it (and you have no need to). It’s nearly the end of the night and the club is closing. The good looking guy hasn’t pulled and is looking slightly down as he’s going home alone. I tell you to say good night to him, you look at me like “really?” yes! Go on, if you want to, tell you had a good time as it certainly looked like you did.
You go over as we’re all heading outside and the two of you chat a bit as we’re walking out. I keep my distance respectfully; I don’t want to appear to be the jealous husband! I see you both giggle a little and he bends in to give you a good night kiss. Perfectly normal, ‘It’s only polite’ I thought. You kiss him back and it turns into a quite passionate long deep kiss. Hands go wandering and I’m trying not to stare but I really want to! I’m actually aroused now. I want things to happen. I can’t believe myself. I walk over, you break off the kiss and both look a little shocked and guilty at me. “You two look like you’re having a good time” I grin as I say it, “which way do you live, mate? Maybe we could share a taxi?”
“Erm, yeah. I live in Sandymoor actually, you know those houses near the Pavillion pub?” He says. I’m just about to reply when you say “oh well that’s close to us, we can share a taxi, no bother at all. No point both of us paying when we can share it, d’you think?” I nod and smile as he looks at me as if to say “are you sure?”
I nod and smile and we head to the taxi rank. Our taxi pulls up and I open the back door for you, “why don’t you two love birds get in the back?” I laugh and wink at you both. You both giggle and John gets in, but you turn to me before you get in, with a questioning look in your eyes. I whisper “ I love you more than anything in the whole world, I trust you completely and if you want this little adventure then I want you to enjoy it” and give you a little kiss. You have a little nervous giggle and you’ve got an excited look in your eyes as you get in the taxi, which makes my heart skip a beat. I too start to feel excited!
The taxi driver assumes that I’m single guy and that you two are the couple and he starts to chat on to me about football, so I just chat along. I’m conscious of a little chatter and giggling in the back but I try not take any notice as you really did look excited and happy when we got in the taxi, so I don’t want to pry or make you self conscious.
We get to ours first, so we can get out before the taxi takes John home. I ask the drive how much to here when I notice you both get out, “Ah ha” I think, someone’s has obviously been invited in for coffee or something! No worries, I pay the taxi and get out to see you fumbling for your keys as John is standing respectfully back, looking in my direction. He looks at me; “don’t want the neighbours talking eh?!” he says in a quiet voice.
How considerate, I think as we all go in. My heart is beating hard now and I am very excited, in my mind allsorts is going on, but I keep saying to myself ‘it’s all innocent, they’ve just hit it off, they might even become mates’, we’ll have a coffee and some chat and then he’ll go. But you look excited too, your eyes are sparkling and you’re super smiley and that is really turning me on. Really turning me on and to be honest, I’m struggling to hide what’s going on down below!
“Who wants a drink?” I ask. “erm, yeah great, a beer if that’s ok” he says. You look at me and bite your lower lip on one side “ok, we’ll emm, we’ll just make ourselves comfortable in here” as you nod towards the living room. Now you look a little nervous, like first date nervous. John sees your look too and he assumes it’s because we all know what’s going on but no one wants to say it out loud but nobody wants anyone to get hurt, so he points at the front of my trousers and says to you “I think he’s fine with it you know” and gives you a smile and a wink. Your eyes widen and you grin, you look relieved, really excited, very happy and somehow you have a very ‘naughty’ expression on your face. You look absolutely lovely, glowing from within. I wonder to myself what you two having been talking about in the taxi! I guess it wasn’t just chit chat! You take John’s hand and go into the living room while I go to get the drinks.
I go to the kitchen to get some drinks. My head is spinning and I’m pretty sure these drinks won’t even be touched but I’m going through the motions anyway. I can hear the unmistakable sound of some pretty passionate kissing, some movement and the rustle of fabrics. Was that a zip?! Jesus.
I’m a bit shaky as I carry the drinks through and I nearly drop them when walk through the door. You are both on the sofa, kissing very deeply. Your dress (the Ted Baker toucan print one) is half unzipped and John is gently caressing your breasts as you both kiss. Neither of you look up. I sit in the chair and just watch in disbelief. This is an actual fantasy come true. Your hand wanders to his zip, you must have already pulled it down because your hand goes straight inside. I can tell that he’s definitely a bigger boy than I am!
He pulls at your zip and gets it all the way down. The top half of your dress falls forward, and your gorgeous breasts are freed (no bra tonight!). His hands wander but you have other ideas as you move down his body, undoing his trousers. My mouth is dry and I’m probably staring but you two are in the zone and I don’t think you’d notice if an aeroplane landed in the street.
He lifts up slightly to help you and his erection springs out. Bigger than me for sure, thicker too. You take a second and just look at it, your face is flushed and you are a little breathless. You wrap your right hand around his cock then, good god you’re going to do it. Holy shit, you take his cock in your mouth. I let out a little gasp and I feel a twitch in my pants and I’m harder than ever. You slowly work his cock in and out, sucking, making little satisfied noises, working your hand up and down as well. His eyes are shut and his head is back, his hands gently caress the side of your face as you pleasure him.
You are totally uninhibited now, free of any fear of jealousy, supremely confident in your own self image as an attractive sexy woman and loving the sexual arousal you are feeling. I am sitting there watching, so happy that you are able to express your desires, knowing that we trust and love each other and that you’re gaining a physical satisfaction that most women and wives would be terrified to even think about for fear of jealously and hurt.
He starts to breathe heavily and you sense he is close to his climax, so you take him out of your mouth and pull away. You stand up and push your dress down so it falls to the floor. You’re wearing hold ups and – another shock for David – oh my god, no knickers! How did that happen? I wonder to myself. It doesn’t matter, I’m so aroused and tingling all over and you are clearly having a sensual and beautiful time! You look round at me and hook the dress with one foot. You kick it over to me and say “Enjoy yourself” and you wink “we’re certainly going to”. Jesus. You turn back to John and you straddle him on the couch as I frantically strip and pick your dress up. I slide the gorgeous warm dress up my naked and trembling body, oh god it smells of your perfume! This is so incredible as you lower yourself ever so slowly onto his cock, it’s glistening and shiny from being in your mouth. Slowly. Slowly lowering onto him. “Ahhhhh, FUCK!” you gasp out as its goes all the way in. Your hips buck and your head goes back. Holy shit, surely not! You’ve orgasmed straight away with his thick cock in you. Oh my god, this is amazing you’re going to be worn out! But so satisfied! I think to myself as my own heat and tingling is building up all by itself, my precum is flowing almost freely and there is wet patch on your expensive dress. I’m fully zipped in and feeling unbelievably. The slightest touch right now will send an unstoppable flood into this delicious fabric.
Oh, god! He’s taken off his shirt and clearly this boy is no stranger to the weights, he looks like a poster boy for Calvin Klien! You grab his shoulders as you’re moving up and down on his shaft. “look at that body! That fuckin’ body!” you say. I can see you squeezing his cock as you ride him for all he’s worth. You sink down on him hard and tense up as you climax for a second time! The noises, the gasps and moans, you are having amazing sex with a stranger and loving every minute and I can’t get enough of seeing this. His hands are on your breasts; your face and neck are flushed red with your orgasms and it looks like he is about to explode too. Suddenly you both cry out together! He thrusts into you hard, his hands on your hips pulling you onto him. You cry out and tense up, your hips bucking as he holds you, his hips and stomach spasming as he cums, jet after jet after jet. I can’t take any more. I shift my position slightly and the friction on my cock sets off an absolutely earth shattering orgasm. Floods of semen pour out of me soaking the front skirt part of the dress, my skin is hyper sensitive to the silky lining and I am in raptures. After what seems like the longest orgasm of my life it subsides and finally you both relax too. You slowly stand. You look back at me and I smile I mouth the words “I love you” and then you do the same back to me. I could burst with love at this moment. He looks at you then at me and then at you again “that was mind blowing, you were amazing” he says then he looks at me “you’re a very lucky bloke. A very lucky bloke indeed.” He stands and gets himself together, as you walk, well almost strut, infact looking so confident over to me and straddle me. “I’ll er, let myself out. Wow, thank you, that was. Amazing” he gives you a quick kiss, a goodbye peck, and leaves. I look into your eyes “You look beautiful tonight, I hope you’ve enjoyed this. I just want you to know that I love you forever and I’m one hundred percent secure in the knowledge that you love me. I trust you completely and if you ever want to do this again, with me here or with me not here then that’s fine. It’s just sex, that’s all. What we have is love and trust and that’s totally different, when we make love it’s not just physical, it’s two people loving each other. You’re the only lover I ever want, but I don’t want you to feel like you can’t be in the company of men or you can’t flirt without making me jealous, or even, well, even this amazing scene we’ve just had. I just want you to feel desired, and confident and sexy where ever you are and whoever you’re with but above all, I want you to feel loved by me. You smile and kiss me deeply. His seed starts to flow out of you and onto my lap, mingling with my own and ruining your dress. “I think we need a shopping trip my love. I owe you a new dress!”. “mmm” you grind your pussy on my lap and I start to get erect again. “mmmm, you are a dirty boy aren’t you?” you say, lifting the hem of the dress and puling it up my legs, exposing my cock, now hard again and soaked with my juices from cumming. I’m a flame once again, and I can tell you are too. You lower yourself onto me, just as you did to a stranger 15 minutes ago. You are so wet and slippery, my cock slips in with no resistance.
“Now fuck me you dirty dress wearing boy, I want your cum in me too. And just so you know, our sex life is about to change, I want to know your darkest desires, because I’m going to act out all of mine! Some of them might even involve you darling.” And with that you fuck me like never before, cumming another twice before I finally unload inside you, exhausted.

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LETTER FROM CHICAGODear Shoeblossom:My name’s Noelle. I was just reading ?LETTER FROM BOSTON??That dopey rich boy Franz the Fool wrote you about how I was his Candy Striper, when he was in the hospital in four cast traction?and how I teased his cock and balls, and beat the crap out of him?and made him suck off my gay cousin! God, it brings it all back!Truth be told, I was only on the Candy Striper volunteer bit because I had to do three hundred hours of volunteer work as punishment for selling...

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Letter from Hartford

LETTER FROM HARTFORDDear Shoeblossom:Miguel awaits me, as he and his assistants prepare the cocaine with baking soda. Mig gives orders mostly, and the fellows chop and mix the drugs, and suddenly, there I am in my snug little Hello Kitty top and cargo pants. I’ve been out shopping with Miguel’s Platinum Visa, and  I grin at him loopily.?Remy, honey how are you?? Mig smiles at me. His partner, JaVaughn is always amazed at how respectful and worshipful Mig seems around me. As one of the biggest...

4 years ago
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Letter from Sherier Place

LETTER FROM SHERIER PLACEDear Shoeblossom:I am a member and Substitute Treasurer of the Keeplock Club, a select group of women who keep their husbands and significant others in chastity belts. Our oldest member is seventy-eight, the youngest, a high school junior. It’s a constant vigilance, and I thought you might find it interesting, as your column discusses much of this.On Wednesday morning I was drinking coffee, and trying to find a three letter word for ?garbage? for the crossword. The...

4 years ago
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LETTER FROM ST LOUIS

LETTER FROM ST. LOUIS Dear Shoeblossom... ? I must write you about my tenant, Portia. She seems to have taken over the house... ? I gritted my teeth, kneeling on hands and knees on the kitchen table as Portia's thick razor?strop crashed against my tender bottom. She swung again, and it landed once again, and tears spurted out of my clenched lids. ? ?Can I be a man? Can I take what she's giving out? ? "Remember, Millard" Portia's sweet voice came through, "Be a man, show no reaction." ? Portia...

3 years ago
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Letter From Los Angeles Ms Scunthorpes Rebuttal

LETTER FROM LOS ANGELES :MS. SCUNTHORPE'S REBUTTAL Dear Shoeblossom, ? My name is Eliza Scunthorpe, a keyholder in Los Angeles ? I have read Leland T___'s whining letter to you at groups.yahoo.com/group/chastitytales and I think that I should give you my version of my services! ? Leland makes it sound as if I am a money-grubbing lunatic, when actually I provide a valuable therapeutic venue for my sick, sad, clients. ? For instance there's Parrish! Parrish is a favorite client of mine. He is on...

4 years ago
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Letter to a Dominant Lover

My Dearest X, Perhaps I should start with the knowns:We love each other dearly.You are a dominant personality and, in terms of love and sexuality, I am submissive.We are adults, both with good professional reputations, and therefor what we share goes far beyond the phony “sir” and “master” nonsense beloved of the chat line want to be dominants.We also realise that our professional lives demand that we ignore many of the other domination clichés. My turning up to the office dressed as a French...

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2 years ago
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Letter From a Stranger

*Anna, I had a dream about you last night. You were laying in bed with me, your ass spooned against my groin. You body is so warm I can feel your heat. I can’t resist touching you , I reach up and cup your breast your nipples respond right away, I cant help but touch them roll them between my thumb and forefinger. I hear you moan deep in your thoat, that moan alone has got me rock hard. I have to touch you more, I glide my hand down your flat stomach enjoying the curve of you, I reach the...

2 years ago
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Letter of Recomendation

“You sure you don’t mind writing the letter?” “Not at all. I’m glad to help out Wendy.” I replied to Laura. We work at the same company in different departments. Our paths cross in the hallways, break room and the other usual places. We got to the same happy hours and other events. She’s really terrific looking for a woman ten years older than me. I’ve tried to initiate a little off-work fun, but it’s been a no-go. She won’t date anyone from the same company, even though we sometimes go to...

2 years ago
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Letter to the Professor

Dear Professor, I haven’t had time to finish my assignment, so I’m sending you this letter to explain. Hopefully, you will be understanding of my situation and, perhaps, feel kind enough to grant me an extension? I think I may need another week. You see, I’m struggling to maintain my focus, but I guess you’ve noticed that? Despite enjoying the subject and your authoritative and intelligent lectures, I am prone to daydreaming recently. I apologise. It’s just that when you’re stood there and I’m...

4 years ago
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Letter to the Professor

Dear Professor, I haven’t had time to finish my assignment, so I’m sending you this letter to explain. Hopefully, you will be understanding of my situation and, perhaps, feel kind enough to grant me an extension? I think I may need another week. You see, I’m struggling to maintain my focus, but I guess you’ve noticed that? Despite enjoying the subject and your authoritative and intelligent lectures, I am prone to daydreaming recently. I apologise. It’s just that when you’re stood there and I’m...

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2 years ago
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letter to GF part 1 bbw

this is a letter i wrote to my GF. i have changed the names to protect ourselves :P let me give u a idea of us. she is about 5'8, blonde hair, blue eyes, 200lbs (yes i love me a bbw girl. love some curves and a lil extra), 36ddim 6'4, brown hair shoulder length and 180lbs with a 7.5in dick...enjoyWe were both laid on the couch watching a movie. I had convinced you to wear nothing after we had showered. So you were laying there naked under the blanket on my lap, and I was naked too. The movie...

4 years ago
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Letter To Clinton Crayle

HERE ISA LETTER FROM A YOUNG MAN WHO TRIED TO FOLLOW, IN CLINTON CRAYLE'S FOOTSTEPS! Dear Mr. Crayle, Ever since I became the youngest officer on the Campus Security Force, I've been bound and determined to make a name for myself here. Of course, I consider this job only a temporary stop on my way to becoming a big-name Private Eye like you, but still, I wanted to do something really spectacular as long as I was here. That's why I assigned myself the task of catching a thief...

2 years ago
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Letter To Husband

Letter to husband Hi I am Priti 23rs old- I am 5’2″ with shoulder length straight hair. My stats is 36-28- 36. I am married and this is my real life story and I am putting in form of letter since this was the way I told my husband how I had enjoyed in his absence. This was the starting of of many incidents. Dear Jaan It happened when we were going around and u were at Office and I had gone out. I was wearing a spaghetti strapped silver top. I am sure u remembers that top, half my breasts...

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Letter From Shana

Letter From ShanaBy James Pendergrass – Copyright James X. Pendergrass 2011 All Rights Reserved.Hello,My name is Shana.  I'm a 32-year-old, happily-married suburban woman.  This is the story of how my marriage came to be the way it is.Let's start with the basics.  I come from an upper middle class family.  I'm white, hold a masters degree, and am a marketing director at a software company. I like to read books, go shopping, and eat at good restaurants.  I exercise regularly and eat a...

2 years ago
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Letter from Naylor Gardens

LETTER FROM NAYLOR GARDENSDear Shoeblossom:I met Mariah when she came to rent a room from me some time last year. Mariah is an engaging auburn haired court reporter, with a lovely figure, though somewhat petite. Although I told her she could call me Emmeline, she insisted on calling me Mrs. Kipps. Mariah’s a quiet girl, and I was somewhat startled when I accidentally opened one of her plain brown wrapped magazines—she subscribed to a rather graphic whips-and-chains periodical entitled ?BITCHES...

3 years ago
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Letter from Ivy Hill

LETTER FROM IVY HILLDear Shoeblossom: I am a female submissive. I never wanted to be, but my father raised me in a truly disciplinary fashion. My mother left us when I was young, and my father told me that he was going to teach me to not be a wandering slut like Ma. I think part of it, of course was that Pa wanted to get his hands on me. I am a curvy redhead, about five seven, and I’ve been that way since about sixth grade. I know that I was adopted when I was young, and my birth folks must’ve...

3 years ago
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Letter to a Nothing

Letter to a Nothing by Bridget StaceySynopsis: A wife's letter to her husband, telling him how he can expect their marriage to be in future. Copyright (c) 2009 Bridget Stacey [email protected](F/m, D/s, humiliation, nc, serious, transvestite, domestic femdom) Dear Nothing, I have noticed that you have been much nicer to me recently and much easier to deal with.  You have not spurted for quite a while now, have you?  You always behave much better to me when you have not spurted.  You can...

3 years ago
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Letter From Burlington

LETTER FROM BURLINGTON Dear Shoeblossom, ? How did I become a bald slave-pig to my husband and his waitress girlfriend? ? I'm an intelligent? Institutional Equity Sales Representative having worked at subsidiaries of AT&T, Disney, Rainbow Media Corporation and Liberty Media Corporation. I speak five languages and am a marathon runner. ? ?I work out every day and am considered beautiful by most men...what's wrong with me? ? I have (or had) full bodied, shoulder length curly copper hair, and...

4 years ago
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Letter Chronicles Amys Story

At my desk with coffee in hand, I take a break from working on tedious reports. Relaxing in my chair, I have a smile on my face as I think about the past couple of days. Hmm… my life has certainly taken a turn for the better after that meeting with Phillip.Glancing at my pen and stationery on the desk, I decide it’s time to write to my dear friend Susan about that night. After all, she is always encouraging me to get out more…March 12, 2019Dear SusanI hope this letter finds you fit and healthy...

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Letter To My Miss

Dearest Miss,As I think of you, I say to myself, "My God, Jampu, you are such a little bitch." I continue to berate myself as if talking to my reflection in the mirror.'It is no wonder that Miss hesitated when you approached her, asking to be her sub.  It is as if she could see what a problem you might become.  How could she know that you would be so much trouble for her?  Perhaps, she had had others begging her domination.   She perhaps understood that having subs comes with difficult...

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4 years ago
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Letter 1 From the Lost Letter Bin in Everheart North Dakota

ManagerArby's Restaurant2398 N. Myrtle StreetEverheart, ND Dear Arby's:My name is Amanda Featherbottom and I am writing to complain about what is going on at your Arby's restaurant located at 2398 N. Myrtle Street here in Everheart, North DakotaThere are these two boys who come to your restaurant every day between 2:30 and 2:45 in the afternoon after they get off work at the chicken processing plant. One is named Jason Tiberson, and the other is Orville Gast. Jason is the taller one with dark...

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Letter To Tommy

Part 1 Hi Tom, I know I have not written to you or even called since you left for divinity school too get away from me. I have been keeping track through mom. I understand that you now pastor a big Church down in Austin TX. I know it has been a very long time but tonight I have to write you. I would call you but I have a feeling it would be a very long phone call (provided that you would talk to me that is). I want to tell you what I have been doing and what I have gotten myself mixed up in....

2 years ago
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Letter to My Wife

My dearest wife, The most perfect gift I can offer you this Valentine’s Day, my lovely partner, is not one fashioned from diamonds or gold. Nor could it be purchased in the finest stores on Manhattan’s Fifth Avenue. The gift I give is one only I can give you: a remembrance all our years together and those many Valentine’s, our shared most special day. I remember our first Valentine’s together. That tiny apartment filled to overflowing with the passion we shared. You stood in the...

3 years ago
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Letter To My Wife

My dearest wife, As I sit here and reminisce about the time that we have known each other, I am constantly reminded about the first time that we made love. Six years ago I finally plucked up enough courage to ask you on a date - I had spent two years admiring you from afar, never knowing if you would accept my offer of dinner, or if you would laugh in my face. It took my brother and your cousin to convince me to ask. Six weeks after talking with them, I finally got the courage and rang you...

3 years ago
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Letter from Walsingham

Dear Shoeblossom, Some years back you got a "letter from Combermere" from Tulke and Barcelona Spinelli...it was about their femdom marriage, as so many of your letters are, and their marriage ended in 2005. Tulke moved from Combermere, across the state to Walsingham. This is an update on how Tulke is doing. He was my best friend growing up, and now he is my male slave! I wasn't gay back in the day...but a lot of things happened between then and now, and I wanted to keep your readers abreast of...

3 years ago
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Letters

This story contains material that could be deemed offensive. If you are under 18 or easily offended, stay away. ----------------------------------------------- Letters ------------------- By Darkside. (c) [email protected] Comments to [email protected] After the horror of Incubus and the sweeping epic of Fury I've decided to write something a little lighter and shorter. Besides I owe Vickie Tern this story as part of a bet I lost :-( Before you ask, I know the...

1 year ago
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Letters From Rose

John Henry Bartlett III laid back on his bunk and closed his eyes, exhausted after another long day at sea. It had been another stressful day, causing him to question once again why he had joined the Navy. The answer was simple: his family legacy. Father and grandfather before him, along with scores of uncles and cousins…men in his family were supposed to be Navy men. He hadn’t even questioned it, the choice was made for him before he was born and he stepped into his role like a pair of...

2 years ago
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Letters From Rose

John Henry Bartlett III laid back on his bunk and closed his eyes, exhausted after another long day at sea. It had been another stressful day, causing him to question once again why he had joined the Navy. The answer was simple: his family legacy. Father and grandfather before him, along with scores of uncles and cousins…men in his family were supposed to be Navy men. He hadn’t even questioned it; the choice was made for him before he was born and he stepped into his role like a pair of...

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2 years ago
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Letter To Mother

Letter To Mother Growing up my dad was not around much because he wasn't a good cook. So he decided to leave it on my mother. He wanted her to be an at home mother while he worked his ass off 2-3 jobs in rotation. I barely saw him. When he did hang out we were like best friends honestly. Catch up and just bullshit about anything! Girls, school, video games, everything! Well I had just gotten home from school and it was Friday. Fresh start to my weekend. I sit down and turn on my Xbox and before...

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