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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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