I emailed you my heart

Kaitlyn:

Wait until satuday. I just want to fuck already.

Love blossomed through the joys of email. An old college of mine  and I stayed in touch. Swaping jthoughts and experiences in detailed accounts of our daily lives. I felt more of a collection when we were sharing this unspoken bond. Looking forward to my morning message and his 7pm evening tailes.

In this fast pace world it is good to have something simple to get excited about. We can pick and choose when to send messages and they will arrive in a matter of minutes, I think about the mailing system and how it opened up ways for lovers to share thoughts without anyone knowing.

The brief snippets of you say much more than if a saw it all, uncovering a treasure one at a time and sharing our thoughts memories and experiences with each one.

Email from Kaitlyn to Ben.

“Dear Ben,

Sadness dripped into my mind, and the cold emptiness of uncertainty made puddles in my heart the weight of these heavy thoughts slowed my day. I would like to be open about these things, sometimes a can be to you. But most of it I walk on through and deal with it myself. I thought I needed more time to love again, but I feel like this is what I want and I am determined to meet with you face to face. Maybe sit in my yard under the sun sharing a pot of tea.

Heart wide open,

Kaitlyn“

Ben:

Saturday came and I did not know what to expect. I knocked on the front door and was greeted by a housemante, she came around the corner. In a dress, skin sunkissed and dark hair and eyes. See you in person felt so strange, we have swapped many photos back and forth, but to see you in the flesh is something else.

We chat for a little and you lead me into your room. I have seen photos of your bed head and trinkets on the window ceil and walls. I stand in your abode and I am amased at your collection.

I like the way to play, tease and share your intimate thoughts. I watch you make your way onto the bed, hips sway as you crawl on a sit yourself down. Doors closed windows vailed. You look at me as you undress, my eyes follow your hands. You touch your jewellery and bite into the fruit, juices pore from the pieced flesh of the fruit and drip down your chin. On to your chest, droplets land on your breast and some find there way lower to settle on your stomach and thighs. With careful fingers you play and draw swirls with the sticky mess, a smile on your face. At ease with your body, and sharing this quiet secrete with me.

In sex we find what we can’t in our day.

Title: We all wear the dress

I like to be fingered through my summer dresses, the feel of that thin fabric on my skin. I like a man who cross-dresses, we can both put on lipstick and fuck. I want to lift up his skirt and suck his cock. So big and thick with compared to that tiny skirt. I think that is how woman can look so great clothed, the small outfits accentuating their tits, arse and hips. And men I think should so the same, a sunny hat, and a summery dress.

Title: Wanting more

Cute girl I am, sitting on a dick

I wish you had more legs to lick and body parts to sit on,

To slide into me and hide in my dark places,

The sun is shining, my little hole is tiny,

But the feeling is so large,

Cum on my face, that bad taste,

I will lick it all up,

You are my god, and thanks for the fuck.

Title: vanilla

What goes up, must  come down,

I am dominant, you are a sub,

You arse must go up, so I can come down on you,

Its physics, physical forces working together,

Find the opposing forces in you and me.

Title: freckle on her chest

I head into this small town,

I look hard at it all, the many lives that must have lived here,

But gone and lost, nowhere to be found,

I talk to you behind the counter,

I don’t know why I stopped here but I am glad I found her,

After work, you lead me to a place to stay, take care of me, in your nurturing way,

You stroke my cock eyes on me, you know how to care, you know what to do,

You open your shirt, breast in a white bra,

It’s a the rusted hinge, tears within,

A memory had, sun on my hat, but the day doesn’t warm my heavy heart,

Close to you, under the fabric, your freckled skin,

I smile here, crowded in despair

In between my pages

I love this library it is my favorite place to spend my days off, walking down the isles will my hand feeling all the books there textures on my fingertips, hard, soft, plastic, leather. The smell in the air as they all sit stacked high waiting for me to spend time with each of them. I sit inside on the couches or outside in the book garden, so well maintained but a secret kept by book lovers.

It was a hot day today but cool in here. I was looking for sex tips, I love raunchy books with pictures but currently have too many books at home to read so I would just read them here. So I just catch glances of you as I walk up and down the isles, you sitting in a chair reading “sex with a fire” a book I have read at home in my bath many times before.

I walk on over and make a noise to get your attention. You look up. I hold up a book in my hands that says “Let me help you”. You look a little confused so I point to the book in your hands. You laugh. The noise is loud so I glare at you raising a finger to my lips and shhh you. Then lick the end of my finger still looking at you. I want you to lust over me like we have both done with that book in your hands. I want you in between my pages. feeling the paper, feeling my thighs. 

I hold up another book, “island of sequencsed nun” . you look interested but still a little confused, I used m fingers you lift up my skirt you you can see my white knickers. I final book “trapped in the girls bathroom”. I look at you before making my way into the girls toilets and wait in a stall. I do not have to wait long before I hear footseps and know it is you. When your feet are infront of my cubical I open the door with my arm resting high on the door and my other hand on my hip. I raise and eyebrow and give you a cheaky grin. I have been wanting you for a while and we have not had a root in public in over a month.

I kiss you gently. On the cheak. I taste you. I lick the stubble on your face slow from chin to check. Again and again. I put your hand in mine , hold our entwined hands up and the I open my lips and put your finger in my mouth. Closing my lips around you and sucking. I slowly fellate your finger with my tongue and wet lipgloss covered lips. My eyelashes flutter, looking you deep in the eyes. With my hypnotic stare. I move but my eyes remain unmoving focused on your pale blue eyes.

I love the games we play, I go hide and you come and seek my sweet arse out. I sit on the toilet seat and unbuckle your pants and pull out your hard cock I stroke it with my eyes looking up at you. My makeup making my eyes look so big a fluttery, my lipgloss making my lips look so wet. My bra pushing my cleavage up. My hair falling all around my face. I know you love standing over me so you can have the best view of my face and tits. I think I do a fantastic job at wanking a penis, but I have to remember that loving someone is not about me. That feeling that you give me I will always try and emulate it with my fingers and throat. I want you to feel that lust with every part of my body.

When you are good and hard and have been moaning for a little while I want you to save some of that hot cock for me. I stand up, we move around like a dance in the small cubical. My hands on your shoulders pushing you down to sit on the toilet seat. I climb aboard you and lower myself onto your dick. I can feel my lips opening up and taking you inside. Welcoming you into me.  I love the feeling of it inside me, I wish I could keep you there in my warm space, the lips of my labia opening up to lick you.

I push down an move up, my body shakes my I hold onto your shoulders and slide up and down on your hard pole, the penis erupting inside of me in a sensual wave of pleasure. Afterwards I pull you out with me still dripping my lips close dripping wet and drooling cum.

Like we used to.

I remember when we used to fuck. That was a long time  ago. Your hair messy, you would not look after yourself. But you would always take the time to undress me. We had no money, because  there were not many options straight out of school, and I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life at 17. But the world seemed sso daunting, expecting so much from me.

Somewhere along the way we lost our way, I would trade a lot of what I have gained over the years to have that passion again with you. The way you lusted for me. Your eyes constantly on me, as I dressed for work or undressed for the night.

But maybe I am forgetting the bad. Was there a bad? I can’t remember. Oh wait, when we finially went our separate ways in the world. That month still hurts somewhere. It had been mutal, because we both had things going on and wanted to get out of this sleepy town. But once you are out and far from everything you have ever known I start to miss it all.

I came back last june to set up a practice as the local doctor of this town. Not far from where I grew up. So many memories. The times that we wagged school, that snake we found and teased until it chased us. We were inseperatable. I like having these memories around, and to pass them when I go for walks of an evening.

 

While I was shopping the other day I saw you. I heard that you were coming back here to visit your mother, but I did not think it was so soon. I followed you around the shopping center, I did not want to say hello, what would I say? It has been so long. Hiding behind plants and keeping my distance I followed you for a good twenty minutes before I decided it was time to leave and maybe our paths will cross soon enough.

The next day was Monday, the start of my working week. I buried myself in my work and quickly forgot about your arrival. Runny noses, foot injuries, anxiety, the usual, but interesting all the same. I call in the next patient. And walk into my office. Mmmm that name sounds formilure but I am not sure where. Then suddenly you walk around the corner and are standing there in my office. I forget to breath, and freeze up. “hi Jane” you say closing the door behind yourself.

I don’t know what to do. This was so unexpected, Shit say something Jane his going to think you are weird. “EERgh what do you want?” I say. Oh a bit to aggressive. “I mean hello Jessie” I correct myself.

You smile at me for a moment, your pale blue eyes and hair tied back. Neatly dressed, it looks like it would come natureally after years of practice. You hold that smile, the same smile, like you know some secrete that  we share but trying not to blurt it out.

“I was hoping you would take a look at my shoulder, I still get it checked up. Also I came to see you” Jessie said. I smile like a goof. And then remember that I am ment to say something “ah yes I say, that still a bit sore your shoulder, from that time you thought you could stop a bus with your bare hands” I say  grinning. “well take of your shirt and come sit over here”. He abliges and removes his shirt, tanned skin, athletic chest, the muscles moving beneath the skin, a healthy body from years of eating a low carb diet and triathlons. Jessie walks over and sits in the seat infront of me his back facing me. I feel around the joins and draw a line along the scar marks with my finger. I know these lines like my own lifeline. I can smell your body that scent mmmm. I breath in and sit on the bench behind me. You smell so yum, even after all these years. Without thinking I wrap my legs around you. My high heals in your lap. I snap out of it when you pinch my thigh. Ouch. “what, what was that for?” I protest. You laugh and say that your thighs were a bit to tight around you. Oh, um yeah I must have got carried away. Lost in your scent.

“…But I liked it, don’t stop!” You say. Mmm, I have dreamed about this. I massage your shoulders, feeling your skin between my fingers, then my hands on your chest. And then doubleing over I kiss you. My hand slides down to feel your belt and I take it off with my hands. And unsip your pants, my hand in your underwear bringing your cock out, I move the skin up and down playing with your cock. MMM yum It feels so warm in my hand. And all I can smell is you. Your tongue deep in my mouth. Your hands holding my face. Without our mouths leaving each other you tern around and I lay back on the doctors sick bed. My knees open up and I can feel you ontop of me, your weight so comforting. You kiss my neck, hands opening my blouse, you put a finger in my mouth I lick an suck it. Your other hand helps itself to my tits, holding squeezing. Your mouth sucking hard on one, then opening the rest of my blouse as your kisses move down, fingers tearing at my skirt and pulling down my white lace knickers.

I feel you lick me, your tongue on my clit, licking sucking entering me, licking the sides biting  my thigh and kissing there you bite. You hand still in my mouth I suck it as though I am trying to give my best head. And I get really wet. Your tongue in me. I get more and more arouse, the pressure is so intense. Then you come up for air. Your eyes on mine. You grab my hips and pull them towards me, your cock hard. You slide it into me. And push in the last inch. Oh god. It is so warm between my thighs. You bite my ear your breath on my as you side in and out getting faster and faster until I cum. You hold me still as you fuck me for a bit longer. And I can feel your relese as you cock pulsates and your warm load spills into me. This momemet I feel all of you, the connection, sex love. Whatever that was I wanted it for so long. We lay there for some time.

The world around me comes back into focus, and I realise that I am at work, I still have people to see today. And our seesion is just about up. We dress and as you are leaving I write my address on a piece of paper. “come see me tonight around 7pm when I knock off work” I say. “we’ll take some more, over sex”.

You smile and close the door behind you.