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{ASSM} The Letter (F-solo) Esu Migabe



WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language
of an adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal
age to do so. If you are a minor or object to stories of an adult
nature, LEAVE HERE IMMEDIATELY. Legal age local to the author is
18+ please abide to your own local laws. Please note and
understand the content codes for this story.

The characters portrayed in this story are just that, characters
in my story.  Any similarities to real people are purely
coincidental and unintentional. The characters and situations
portrayed are pure fantasy; the author is keen to state that in
reality adult sexuality should remain only in the adult world.
Please do not allow or cause this story to fall in to the hands
of minors.

(C) Esu Migabe 2006

The Letter

She'd had a good night's sleep and was now awakening. Drifting, alone with 
her dream, slowly reaching consciousness once more. She smiled as her dream 
faded and reality started to return.

`I wonder what will happen today. Hopefully I won't be rushed off my feet at 
work,' she thought to herself as she snuggled into her pillow again.

Her peace was suddenly shattered `Damn! The alarm clock hasn't gone off!' 
She looked at the clock with bewilderment. `I'm late!' Shooting out of bed, 
she grabbed her clothes and rushed into her bathroom. As she started to 
splatter water on her face, it suddenly dawned to her that it was Saturday! 
Saturday, she could spend the whole day in bed if she wanted to.

It had been a strange week. Her boyfriend had said that he was going to be 
working away from home for a few months. Oh, there was the phone and other 
ways to stay in contact with him but that wasn't the same. He might forget 
her or even worse, find someone else. The evenings were going to be 
unbearably quiet now. You could only watch so much television and quite 
honestly, the programmes just lately hadn't done much to inspire her.

Maybe she should take up a hobby. She wasn't really someone who could do 
that though as she got bored with things very quickly. Evening classes 
didn't even sound scintillating. No, she was going to have to find some 
other way of using up her time.

She dried her face and went into the kitchen to make herself a drink which 
she decided to take back to bed. `I've got a whole weekend ahead of me, with 
nothing much to do.' On the way back to her bedroom, she paused by the front 
door to pick up the mail, which the postman had delivered earlier that 
morning.

She noticed a blue envelope with familiar writing on it. Resisting the 
temptation to read it there and then, she went back to bed, pulled the 
covers over herself and took a sip from her mug of coffee before putting it 
down on the bedside cabinet. Placing the other mail to one side, she tore 
open the blue envelope.

`It's from him! I know it!'

Her heart leapt. Her loneliness and coffee forgotten - she lay back against 
her pillow and began to read.

`The loving words - the sexy phrases - made her miss him even more. At the 
same time though, they seemed to comfort her and bring him closer to her. 
She giggled at his jokes and chuckled at his spelling mistakes.

`Oh my love, I miss you,' she thought to herself, `My perfect guy - if only 
you were here.'

She re-read his letter. She imagined him lying beside her, stroking his body 
as he kissed her.  Her aching slowly got worse. She wanted to feel his 
touch. Those gentle strokes along her body, touching her in her most 
intimate spots which only he knew. She sighed. There was only one thing she 
could do.

She reached for her vibrator from the bedside cabinet. She ran it along her 
body, lightly stroking her naked flesh, before letting it settle on her 
breasts. She traced the vibrator around her nipples - enjoying the tingling 
sensation - as they began to harden. She pinched her nipples gently with her 
fingers and was amazed to find how much bigger and harder they had become.

Reminiscing about her lover, she moved the vibrator down her silky skin, and 
paused at her tummy button briefly before continuing. She ran it over her 
thighs before parting her legs. The vibrator stimulated her lips. Her juices 
began to flow. She murmured to herself, "Take your time, make it last." 
Another voice nagged inside her, "But it's been so long."

Reaching for her duo-balls, she pushed one inside her, coating it with her 
juice. When she felt it was in place, she slid the other one in and started 
to rock her hips. Her muscles clenched the balls as she felt their rhythmic 
roll.

She reached for her vibrator again and began to run it along her slit - 
pausing as she reached her clit, which was now beginning to swell. Her 
wetness increased. Her muscles tightened and then relaxed before clenching 
the balls again. She moaned with pleasure. Her movements increased as she 
felt the butterflies flutter deep inside her.

Without further hesitation, she stroked her clit with her vibrator. She 
groaned. Her muscles spasmed. The balls bounced. She felt her climax rising 
from deep depths. Pleasure and desire pulsated throughout her body. She lost 
all control as it peaked.

Finally rolling over, she kissed her letter, knowing the sender would have 
enjoyed it just as much as her. More importantly, she knew how she was going 
to spend her time.


I hope you have enjoyed reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it.  
As always, feedback is appreciated, since it is my only payment for my work. 
Please address comments to esu_migabe@hotmail.com

This story is copyrighted by the author and as such may not be published, 
posted or archived on any newsgroup, website, or server, other than ASSM and 
ASSTR, without the EXPRESS PERMISSION of the author. Any reader may archive 
a copy of this story, provided the warnings and copyright information is 
attached in full.

(c)Esu Migabe 2006

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