No Nudity Wasted…

Dear Penney,

This might be the last time I’m penning you. No, that wasn’t a pun you silly girl; just a statement of fact.While I pray we’ll bump into each other more often (literally speaking), I realize that the odds are against such happenings, and yet present enough to give me enough hope to last a lifetime.Well, life’s too short and too damn long at the same time, innit?

As I was saying before that short interruption, there I was, slumped on the couch, too spent to even think of what to do next, and you kissing my forehead. I’ll admit it, I was confused. Do I respond? Do I zip up my pants and bid you farewell?  Yes, I do realize I was stupid. Why was  I thinking in the first place? You had shown clearly enough that you would be in control. As you began to make way down my face, stopping for a brief kiss on the lips, I realized that the night was far from over. As long as you were naked, there would be no stopping. Makes perfect sense, when you think about it. Why waste all that precious nudity?

If you remember, I was still completely clothed at the time and the thrill of physical contact without nudity is one of my life’s seldom-indulged-in-pleasures. As you sucked my nipples through my shirt, I felt thrilled, a sensation so similar to the usual unprotected suckling, and yet so marvelously different. I really must try this more often! You didn’t stop there for long, of course. Even while your mouth was busy sucking, I could feel your hand reaching down towards my cock, searching for proof that yes, you were as proficient at your craft as my moans alleged. To the surprise of precisely none of us, it was hard again. And with that you stood up, and offered your hand. You were already walking to the chair by the time I took it and made me sit down. Now, armless chairs aren’t the greatest for sitting upon, but for fucking? Its like a prop built for pleasure. As I sat down, with my cock pointed straight up at you, you smiled that dastardly smile once again and stood in front of me, your pert breasts (I love how this word perfectly describes your breasts, they’re just so pert!) right in front of my mouth. I knew I wasn’t allowed to touch them though, not until you’d begun doing what you had in mind.

You know that moment when you’ve just crossed your arms behind my shoulders and you’re pussy is about to get filled with my cock? There’s a microsecond there which captures a moment which is absolutely unique in lovemaking. Its when the tip of my cock just meets the lips of your pussy and the wetness there causes a little tingle, like the first toe you dip in the water at the beach. I look forward to it every time. If you barge in straight without noticing such things, good things will remain good, because really, there’s nothing un-pleasurable about fucking, but sometimes it pays to notice such things, wouldn’t you agree?

Now, don’t get worked up. I assure you that these things were farthest on my mind as I slowly, surely disappeared inside you. The feeling, incredible as it is, was accentuated by the fact that it was YOU I was disappearing into. You, whom I’d craved for years, who I’d considered so unattainable that I’d even stopped fantasizing about, you of the perfect waist and even-more-perfectly proportioned breasts. Just you.

 

You do take this business of giving pleasure rather seriously, don’t you? Your aim is to spoil every man who shares your bed for any other woman who might have him. They can go a thousand, a million miles but there’s no other place they’d be, than on top, or below or beside you. My role that night was pretty much limited to holding your buttocks while you ground my penis with the sort of dedication an athlete could admire. In case you didn’t notice, for you really did seem to be in some kind of a trance, I did manage to get a bite or two of your pert breasts (I’m sorry, just couldn’t resist). They really are most incredibly edible. A mouthful and a bit more, the perfect quantity. Anything more than a mouthful is a waste, wouldn’t you agree?

And so we came. Come on, it was a dream, did you really expect something different? Coming together, your breast in my mouth, one final push and then, explosions. Spurts inside, contractions, liquids and then, a scream. A primal scream, from your throat. I cushioned my head between your breasts and we sat there for some time, huffing. I remember carrying you to the bed and falling asleep. No more action, no conversation.

You weren’t there when I woke up the next morning. I didn’t expect you would be, either. We haven’t spoken since, and I suspect we won’t again. But I’ll always have that one fantastic unforgettable night, when I was yours and you, in that magical dream-land.

Thank you for indulging me, and indulging in me.

Truly yours,

Sin.