I was looking through some old boxes today, and found a letter I wrote to her...Julia and I used to write each other often. We lived separate lives for a long time, so we missed each other and would write love letters often. This particular letter was one I wrote when I was describing to her my vision of the "perfect" day. I dreamt that we had won the lottery and that we no longer had to work. I remember this week like it was yesterday, because we had both been working on a project that meant we were separated for eight days due to deadlines. The time apart made me feel as if my heart was being torn out.
I sat down and reread that old letter.
Mango-Peach:
In the early morning you open your eyes before me. I wake up to you hovering over me, already wearing your strap-on. You crawl on top of me and make me cum by thrusting your pelvis into mine.
After lunch you've showered and you're smelling sweet from your mango-peach soap. You're watching a movie and waiting for me to come home and make you wet again. I walk in after my workout at the gym, still sweaty. I stop off in the kitchen to prepare you a tray of fresh fruit, and I pour two chilled glasses of white wine.
When I come into the bedroom, your skin is as I love it: moist to the touch. You're wearing only a lacy black g-string and matching bra. You have already spread your legs and are thrusting your fingers gently inside yourself. You know this alone won't make you cum, and you don't want to...you just want to make yourself wet and swollen for me.
My heart skips a beat from the mixture of smells - pussy and mango-peach. I'm wishing I could take you right then and there. But I won't; first I want to feed you some strawberries and peaches. The fruit will make your mouth moist and sweet to kiss.
I straddle you and touch myself while I kiss and lick your tongue and lips. Once I cum, I lie on the bed and tell you to sit on my face. You do and you are swollen and wet as always when I make love to you in the afternoon. I lick your clit slowly, while thrusting my frozen, gel-filled glass dildo inside you. I don't want you to cum though, I want to devour you, to feel you give into me before you cum. I start to play with your nipples.
I stop licking and thrusting, and I start to play with your nipples. You can't wait though, you begin to rock against my face in agony, wishing I would stop teasing your nipples and continue stroking your clit and hole with my tongue. Now I, too, am in agony. I want to taste it, to feel it, to smell it. I want you to cum now, badly. I need to hear you.
You lean back and put your two fingers on my clit, making me crawl in my skin. I finally give into it, I begin to stroke your clit again with my tongue, but this time it isn't slow and teasing, it is fast. I am sucking and licking and taking you into me. I am eating you with the intent to make you cum all over me. I pick up the now room- temperature glass dildo off of the bed and thrust it into your pussy. You lean forward in ecstasy, both hands slapped against the wall. Your knees are bent and resting on either side of my head. Your cunt is wet and swelled, and you are so sensitive that you barely take any further stimulation before you start to moan. "God, oh God, Kate, you're gonna make me cum in your mouth!"
You know it is coming and so do I; I can taste it. You cum, and as you are coming, you slide down onto the bed, your breath begging me to stop. You can't take it anymore and we both know it, so you lay on me, with my arms around you, my head at your shoulder.
I set the letter down after reading it, my mind far away. I remembered those amazing days when Julie made love to me in the mornings. She would literally open her eyes and crawl on top of me. There was a time when we would make love morning, noon and night. She had such a great libido, even being ten years my senior I had trouble keeping up then...and I still do.
Originally published November 2005 - "Taboo!"
