flirty dirty

9th January 2011

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Dear lover-who-isn’t-my-lover-yet,

We are separated by 4,518 miles (or 7,271 kilometers, as I am a kilometer girl).

I had to check.

LIFE SUCKS. 

J.

8th January 2011

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Dear lover-who-isn’t-my-lover-yet,

This is what I’d like to be doing at this very second.

You would be working on your laptop, reading an email, serious-looking, concerned about something. I’d be hovering in the background, making a cup of coffee (you know how I like my espresso).

You probably wouldn’t even notice at first that I have popped down under your desk, or maybe as a slight annoyance (“What is she doing now, can’t she stay still for a minute? Did she drop something on the floor?”).  I would however get your full attention as my palm would gently start rubbing your crotch; my nimble fingers caressing the contour of your cock through the fabric.

I would eventually liberate your eager cock. It would spring to life in my hands, pulsating and warm, and so soft! I’d give it a gentle kiss, and I can assure you that you would love feeling my breath onto it.  Very delicately, I would press my parted lips onto the tip of your cock, oh-so-gently inching it inside the warm velvet of my mouth. I would feel your smile rather than see it, and would sense your whole body relax and tense at the same time, as you would lean back into your seat.  

One hand cupping your balls, I would let my mouth and my tongue do what they do best and oh-so-slowly bring you to the edge. You would love how my tongue would twirl around the tip of your cock while my hand would rub your shaft, sending shivers through your whole body.  Gone would be your worries, dear M.

As you would get closer and closer to the point of no-return, I would feel your whole body getting more and more tense, your thigh muscles rock hard and your delicious bum rhythmically clenching.  Just before the final assault, I’d let myself enjoy the sight of your cock: shiny and wet, pulsating, alive, so solid under my fingers.

I’d probably want you to beg me to finish you off. You’d be exasperated by so much teasing, and eager to see how it would all end.

So, I would take you whole into my mouth, my hands now working at at merciless speed, my mouth creating deliciously relentless ripples of pleasure one after the other. I would even let you hold my head, caressing my hair and running a hand over my neck as you would finally explode in my mouth.

I would want you to scream as you orgasm, almost in pain, in total disbelief that so much pleasure could be achieved by such a simple caress. You’d be left panting, sweaty and breathless.  After a few seconds, I would simply get up from under the desk, and would go back to my beloved espresso machine, humming a familiar tune. 

This is what I would do right now, if I had a magic wand and could bring us both under the same roof for a few moments.

J.

7th January 2011

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Dear lover-who-isn’t-my-lover-yet,

Suddenly, I am not invisible anymore. For weeks I have been walking around under a cloak of invisibility which has now been removed by you.

It is like men can see not only see me, but far worse, they can actually smell me.  I must reek of pheromones, and like a pack of dogs, men can smell a bitch in heat.

As I am standing on the station quay every morning, shivering in the cold and waiting for my train, men are now openly starring at me, throwing side glances, pressing themselves onto me at any occasion.

I know you don’t believe me, dear M, but I swear it’s true!

The best part though, is that I am meeting their glances with a resolute gaze.  They should all know that I am taken - your name is all over me.  I would like all of these insignificant guys to understand that you own every inch of my body, and that I have chosen to fully give myself to you alone.

J.