Title: Dearest

Author: Satyr of Eris

Date of Publication: Sometime, 2004

Contains/Codes: MF, cons/rom, pain(cons), switch, oral

Summary: A love letter recounting a passionate and kinky
interchange of spanking and sex



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Dearest,



I had to write to you as soon as possible today and share my
thoughts and feelings with you about last night. I awoke alone
this morning and as my eyes opened, the smell of your shampoo
wafted up from my pillow. Rubbing my eyes, I recognized your
scent on my fingers and images … damn… I’m trying to sound poetic
and lofty but the truth is that I’m so fucking horny for you that
my head’s in overload and I can’t think straight. You’ve most
likely ruined me for life for anyone else and for that, I feel
confident that I’ll probably end up hating you at some point. But
how can you hate someone who has become a part of you? How can
you touch me and know exactly what it is that I need to feel,
both in my body and in my mind and in my heart? I get lost on
where you end and I begin and touching you feels like touching my
own skin. When you breathe in, it feels like I should exhale for
you…



When we first met, I was afraid of you. Afraid that I would be
too course and too rough and too strange and kinky, perverted and
twisted and somehow I would sully what I perceived to be your
angelic presence. I was afraid to touch you, to kiss you, to make
you wet and make you cum for fear that somehow your perfection
might be diminished. But you’d have none of that and when you
leaned over to me that night in the front seat of your car and
your small hot hand traced the outline of my cock, pulsing
underneath my jeans, I knew that something was different about
you. Your beauty shines even more clearly in the light of your
sexual expression. When you took me in your mouth and looked up
at me, those emerald green eyes locking onto mine… even now it
causes my heart to skip.



And you maintain such purity through such perversion, as I’d
never known. We moved slowly from slow, wet, long kisses to hard,
nasty sex, but you never forgot to kiss me and hug me and hold me
as we explored the darkest roads of passion. I’ll never forget
the night when we showered together and as I went down on you,
you turned so cutely and offered me your ass. I had never licked
anyone there and you gently guided me to my task, never being
harsh or too nasty; you simply took your pleasure the way you
wanted it.



About last night… I have to admit that I was scared when you said
you wanted to play with pain and S&M. I’ve never done these
things and aside from what I’ve read, I had no idea what to
expect. When you showed me the riding crop you bought, I didn’t
know what to think. I believe it was your gentleness that made it
work for me. You see, everything I’ve ever heard about S&M or
whatever you want to call it has to do with the dominant person
being mean to the submissive one, and I’m pretty unclear where I
might fall on that scale. But you break all the rules, don’t you?




When you asked me to roll onto my stomach, I felt my insides go
weak. The first blow stung, but in a good way, a way I didn’t
expect it to. Two more stripes in a row and it was almost too
much, but then I felt your hand on my balls, sliding upward to
caress the marks. Three more blows in a row and then your finger
tips circling my asshole. Two more on my ass and then a third
with the tip of the crop smacking hard onto my asshole – a yelp
from me certainly let you know that I felt it. Your hands on my
ass, my back and then you leaning over me, kissing me and
smiling, asking if it was ok. And it was. You rolled me onto my
back and had me lift my legs up so that you could spank me, now
using your hand, while you kissed me. We continued making out,
the contrast between your sweet kisses and stinging blows
stretching my head out like nothing else.



And then you were stretching out on the bed, face down. Handing
me the crop and indicating it was your turn, you made me realize
that you wanted the pain and pleasure as much as you wanted to
give it to me. I was tentative at first, but then got into the
swing of things, you could say. I love the way you arch your ass
into the blow, looking for it, anticipating the sweet sting of
the crop on your luscious ass. When you turned and looked at me,
large green eyes twinkling and that sexy smile on your face, I
had to quickly bring the crop down again to see how you absorbed
the pain and loved it. It created such a transformation, a real
change in you, as you devoured the nastiness of our play and
turned it into a sweet act of lovemaking.



You nearly sent me over the edge when you began playing with
yourself while I spanked you. Seeing your wetness on your hand
while I marked you with the crop pushed me beyond any level of
arousal I’d ever felt before. And when I thought I couldn’t take
it anymore and that my cum would leap out of my body of its own
accord, you stopped me and rolled over, taking me deep into you.
Your long black hair spilled out onto the pillow around your head
and that thin sheen of sweat that we both had developed from our
exertions mingled together. I kissed you deep, tasting the
saltiness on your lips. Raising your arms above your head, I
traced my tongue down your arm and mouthed your armpit, feeling
the light roughness of your stubble in my mouth. That turns me on
so much because it humanizes you, making you real to me. You are
my angel come to earth, spirit made flesh, a little piece of
deity daring to experience what it is to be human.



It was too much and I came, hard and fast, pumping into you and
holding you close to me as I emptied myself into you. You tender
hands caressed me and held me, mother/lover/goddess/friend. When
my breath returned, I kissed you, your eyes, your cheeks, your
forehead, your chin. You bring me so much love and pleasure and I
want the same for you. I move down your body until I am at the
entrance to your temple and pause. I smell me on you and in you
and it makes this so much more for me. I clean you gently with my
tongue, tasting my cum and loving that you’ve received me in this
way. Nothing between us is taboo. Slowly, carefully, I bring you
up and up to the point where you can no longer maintain any sense
of composure. You hands are clenched in my hair, pulling me into
you and your juices coat my face and run down my chin and neck.
Your orgasm is so strong that I can feel it in my soul. I feel
like I am part of you and that we both dissolve into one being,
neither male nor female.



Afterwards, laying together, the sheet pulled back so that we can
cool down, I listen to the beat of your heart as I lay my head on
your breast. I love drifting off to sleep with you this way. I
feel whole and at home.



Hurry home to me, my love. I love you.



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