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Letters to a Lover (MF, rom)
By Charlene 

I have been gone now for over three weeks. My days have been more and 
more consumed with visions of you and our renewed time together. We have 
been corresponding all this time and the content grows more erotic each 
passing day, until by now I am desperate for you. Slowly the time passes 
and my hunger grows. I send this last morning message for you to chew on 
with your coffee. 

I see you sitting at your computer, still a bit rumpled from sleep and 
still a bit foggy from dreams. Your skin is still warm from your bed. I 
see you still wearing the tee shirt that you sleep in, your legs bare. 
You are up early anticipating a message from me, I love it that my words 
draw you from your snug bed. Here you sit with the first cup of coffee 
steaming but untasted beside you. I squirm happily at my machine 
thinking of your growing erection. My fingers begin to tap out the words 
that are my fantasy.

I think of the first morning I will again wake beside you...Sunday. You 
wake first as you usually do. I feel you waking through my dreams and 
begin the slow rise to awake. Little by little I feel you breathe on me, 
touch my hip, stroke the bare skin you find there, drift your fingers 
along my arm and back down my side. I am greedy for your touch and I lie 
quietly hoping you will not stop...and you do not stop.

Your fingers find the cleft between my cheeks. You probe the sensitive 
places there until you find the warm moist folds of labia that wait for 
your touch. I cannot pretend I am asleep because it is necessary to move 
my hips to your touch, necessary to give you a better angle, necessary 
to allow the pleasure to heat up and spread.

With this movement you line up your body along mine, your knees fit 
behind my knees, your hips meet my hips, your belly lies against my 
back. You lean into me and whisper in my ear, "...you like this...don't 
you..." I hear your words at the same time I feel your erection press 
the same place your fingers have skillfully opened. I cannot help but 
move my hips again to allow you to enter me from behind, "...you like 
this..." Yes I do...I do like this...and I know that you know that I do. 
And you know that I know that is why you are here. And we both know that 
we resonate, respond to each other is ways hard to explain away with 
notions of technique or practice.

I lean toward the edge of the bed and reach over the side and find a 
place to hang on. I lock my elbow and press back to receive you fully. I 
am surprised once again how well we fit. I lose the ability to tell 
exactly what is you and what is me; I lose myself in you and the 
pleasure of you.

I make a rapid thrust backward and you touch my cervix. The fire flashes 
and my thighs are hot and the heat travels upward from the 
inside...belly...chest...even my mouth...filled with heat and pleasure. 
I thrust again and...again...I'm going to come...now, 
now...now...again...I feel as though I will blast open from the heat and 
pressure. I open my knees and thrust again...and you take up the rhythm 
and push forward to meet me...again...faster now...and it has you too 
now...I feel your fingers grip my shoulder and your movements fall into 
a familiar pattern. I am lifted upward by the need...I cannot wait...I'm 
not in control...and I hear you...

"...coming..." you say in a quiet voice. And as I am rocked by my 
orgasm, you burst with your own. I am flooded with your heat and 
passion. I feel the shudder that takes you...and the smaller one that 
follows. I melt into you and the bed...you melt into me...

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You, looking for a word or two from me. The idea of you, excited and 
with a half erection, for some image I spin, is turning me on. 

Would that I could be on the floor between your bare knees and tend to 
that determined erection, my tongue can taste you, my mouth feels your 
growing interest, your hand drifts down to twirl a strand of my hair and 
I don't hear you typing anymore.

You lean back a bit in the chair to give me a better angle and your 
breathing takes on a patterned quality. Unlike me, you are a very quiet 
partner, your eyes closed, your pleasure inward. 

I take all of you into my mouth at once and in that, become a part of 
you once more;I swallow to see how that feels and I can feel the reflex 
throb of your response At this minute it is hard for me to tell what is 
you and what is me;the mix of warmth and sensation is very intoxicating 
and I feel myself growing very excited and I moan...hmm-mm...I feel your 
fingers search for my breast and then grasp my nipple and the feeling 
fills me and I moan again...hmm-mm...the rhythm is strong and compelling 
now. You reach down and pull me upward to your lap  where I swing my 
legs over your legs and push myself down on you and you reach far inside 
me to touch my cervix and I believe you have no idea how that feels, no 
idea...hmm-mm...I am instantly brought to orgasm and I fling my head 
back and let it happen...hmm-mm...

And it happens in two back to back swells that shake my legs and set me 
to stroking your erection with my body...hmm-mm...the sensation is 
filling my body, my skin is on fire, my eyes burn with it...hmm-mm...I 
am singing a song of pleasure.

I feel you come up to me and match the rhythm. Now there is a purpose 
surfacing, a need directing your action, a desperation expressed with 
body movement; and you say, as calm as a side comment "...coming..." and 
I come just to hear you speak. And you come in a burst that shakes you, 
you shudder again, and I come again. As your body relaxes, you shudder 
again. But I feel another wave building and I want it and I say it  
"...more..." and you move toward me and it happens...now...now...hmm-mm

I hear myself laughing, and I hear you laughing, and I think this 
couldn't be something just any two people can do, it isn't a question of 
concentration...it is our own...it is something we make together.