May 13, 2017 Saturday
date: Sat, May 13, 2017 at 1:37 AM
subject: Re: W Ma to Boston
date: Sat, May 13, 2017 at 11:56 AM
subject: Big event
How’s your Saturday going? Hope you can be inside on this cool spring day, especially when it starts pouring! Doing anything fun this weekend?
Today is quiet for me. Hubby is working at the Watch City Steampunk Festival in Waltham, so I have the place to myself. I made myself breakfast, cleaned up the kitchen and will putter around taking care of chores. I am also going to write to you a lot and play with my toys!
We had a wonderful event last night. Have you been to community project events? It’s always a mixture of excitement and terror, hoping all the pieces and people come together! And they did it! It’s so rewarding when it all works! I was the greeter last night, standing outside on the sidewalk at the entrance to welcome folks and tell them where to go in and help them find parking! Then I settled in to watch the action unfold. We had a reasonable group – about 40 in a hall that seats 70.
I’ll send you another bit of my erotica. Mwah!
date: Sat, May 13, 2017 at 11:58 AM
Subject: The Storm
He made it inside just as the first thunder clap sounded. BANG! It started to pour as he walked past the living room windows. Wow. That was close. He loved thunderstorms! He was very tempted to stand outside to watch the storm. Maybe even dance in the downpour. But there was something more important he had to do.
He knew where to find her. He shed his clothes as he made his way to the bedroom and sure enough, there was this lump the size of a person under the blanket. He rubbed where he thought a leg might be, and a slight whimper filtered out through the covers. There was a crash of lightning and another big boom, and she shrieked.
“It’s okay. You’re okay. I’m here,” he said calmly, trying to be soothing. He crawled into the bed next to her. She clung to him and wrapped herself around him, burying her head in his chest, trembling. He couldn’t believe she was still such a wuss about thunderstorms. She was so brave about almost everything else.
But he knew how to distract her. He put his hands on her back and rubbed gently. He explored up and then down, surprised that she was naked. He pressed her ass so that she fit tightly against him. She moaned sweetly when she felt him hard against the top of her leg. She shifted her head up and grabbed his head with her hands, kissing him frantically. He slowed her down a bit, pressing his tongue into her mouth at a leisurely pace and making more soothing noises.
“We have plenty of time…” he pointed out, squeezing her breast and teasing the nipple.
“Fuck me,” she whispered fiercely. It sent a shock wave through him. He loved it when she talked dirty to him. Everyone else saw her as an ultra-polite, demure lady. Only he knew about the wild girl inside. She was turning the intense fear into another emotion, putting it to good use. Smart girl.
“Yes, ma’am…” he chuckled. He hugged her, pondering which position would be best.
“Fuck me now,” she urged him. She wasn’t going to let him go slow today. She flattened him onto the bed, straddled him and pressed him close, shifting her hips to rub him against her. He could feel her dripping already. It made him a little crazy. He shifted slightly and she took him inside her and began to move. Up and down she went. He put a hand on her hip and one on her breast, twisting, teasing…
He knew her inside and out, as much as any person can know another. But it never stopped surprising him how tight and hot she was, how he fit inside her like a sculptor had made him to be there and made her to make him feel so incredible every single time. When he first touched her as a green boy, he realized that she was different. He had felt an emotional connection for ages, but when they finally kissed, he felt a physical connection to her that he never felt again in his life. Special, comfortable, exciting… and at times, inflammatory. Chemistry. That had never changed. He thought he would get tired of her, stop thinking about her, stop wanting her… but it never happened. Sometimes it drove him crazy, when he couldn’t get to her. When he could and he couldn’t get inside her fast enough. But it was the best kind of crazy… it made him feel alive. Kept him young. Made them both happier than anything or anyone else. And the most amazing thing was that she felt the same way. He marveled over that every day.
She stopped moving… sensing that his mind had drifted. He snapped back to her body and what she was doing, putting a finger at the top of her slit and flicking her most sensitive spot. She sighed in pleasure and started moving again, rising up, arching her back and driving down on him again, shoving him so deep inside…. and then out again. Her tits looked amazing when she did that! It was the sweetest form of torture… so hot, so wet, so…. hmmmm.. he could not think when she was like this. He could feel… oh, man could he feel! Every nerve in his body was on fire. And he craved the heat. She kept turning up the temperature… taking him closer and closer… and then stopping. She was panting. She leaned over and kissed him again, sucking his tongue, twisting her hips… damn. He felt the magic start. He wasn’t going to last long if she kept this up… it was as if every muscle inside her was trying to squeeze him, milk him… whoa, baby. What a woman…he thought she was going to make him peak. But when he thought he couldn’t take it another moment, she stopped, flipping over onto her back on the bed.
She lay there breathing loudly. He tried to figure out what she was up to. She turned to him and kissed him, wrapping herself around him on her side. She stroked him, then put her hand lower, caressing his balls, pressing the spots she knew would send him soaring. His breath grew ragged.. what would she do next?
She pressed a finger inside his ass. Oh, wow… she was really trying to push all his buttons this time! His hips rocketed off the bed. She pumped in and out, whispering in his ear. “You like it when I fuck you, don’t you, fella? Like it when I give your ass the love, eh?” she said, making a little sucking sound. He moaned. She knew just what to do. She moved down his body, putting her mouth where her hand had been, licking his cock and sucking it deep into her mouth, then kissing his balls and sucking them and finally sticking her tongue in his ass! He moaned and trembled. She could be such a vixen!
That was it. He rolled over, pulled her legs up to his shoulders, and dove back inside her, pumping, deep, long strokes while she moaned and then screamed, her head thrashing from side to side. He watched her shake, felt her hips crashing up against him. She opened her eyes and the look… the look nearly made him explode. So many words popped into his head… lust, passion, fire… love. No one loved him like she did. Her mind, her body… it all went together to make him know… mmmm….
There was another big thunderclap and she jumped. He went wild on her, his hips thrusting in and out, hearing the slap of his balls on her skin and her moans… he let go, let his body take over, let the pulsing inside her trigger the flow…. he filled her, shooting over and over inside her, grunting and moaning and… exploding. He collapsed beside her, feeling his heart beat, listening to her breathing… smiling. He did love thunderstorms! And her…
And I never heard another word from him! No clue why… he seemed interested right up through this morning! If I had been the least bit interested I would be wounded again by his sudden silence. But I am relieved. Back to my spot on the shelf out of the fray!