What follows is one side of a true email exchange between two lovers. If the emails are this hot, who's to say what happened when they actually met?
Note to Readers: This book contains explicit sexual material and is strictly intended only for those over the age of 21.
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Let Me Know What You Think
Please tell me how you, a complete stranger to me a mere month ago could turn me into such a person - boldly telling you what I want in vivid detail while I sit here, squirming in my chair at 3am. My every hidden desire pouring out of me onto the page while that deep ache has settled between my legs again, deep in my belly, a tight, aching longing, for release longing for you. I am restless, sleepless with frustration and anticipation of what we are going to do to each other when we finally meet. At this point there can be no question of if, or I would surely go mad with unfulfilled desire we will feast upon the veritable smorgasbord of orgasmic delights available to us. You will savor my every whimper, sigh, moan, groan, maybe even a scream - my every restless movement beneath your skilled mouth and fingers as you push me closer and closer to the brink the very edge of sanity. You will savor every fluid movement of our bodies every time I writhe in frustration in pleasure and then it’s your turn. I will feast upon you. I will delight in teasing you. And when you can't take it a moment longer I will taste the very essence of you. I will murmur my delight. I will taste the salt of your flesh feel your every quiver, relish your every moan and smile when you scream; laugh, even, because I had the power to make you scream. It will be your turn to beg me for more or maybe to beg me to stop or not to stop? I will delight in bestowing upon you the sweetest torture.
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Note to Readers: This book contains explicit sexual material and is strictly intended only for those over the age of 21.
___________________
Let Me Know What You Think
Please tell me how you, a complete stranger to me a mere month ago could turn me into such a person - boldly telling you what I want in vivid detail while I sit here, squirming in my chair at 3am. My every hidden desire pouring out of me onto the page while that deep ache has settled between my legs again, deep in my belly, a tight, aching longing, for release longing for you. I am restless, sleepless with frustration and anticipation of what we are going to do to each other when we finally meet. At this point there can be no question of if, or I would surely go mad with unfulfilled desire we will feast upon the veritable smorgasbord of orgasmic delights available to us. You will savor my every whimper, sigh, moan, groan, maybe even a scream - my every restless movement beneath your skilled mouth and fingers as you push me closer and closer to the brink the very edge of sanity. You will savor every fluid movement of our bodies every time I writhe in frustration in pleasure and then it’s your turn. I will feast upon you. I will delight in teasing you. And when you can't take it a moment longer I will taste the very essence of you. I will murmur my delight. I will taste the salt of your flesh feel your every quiver, relish your every moan and smile when you scream; laugh, even, because I had the power to make you scream. It will be your turn to beg me for more or maybe to beg me to stop or not to stop? I will delight in bestowing upon you the sweetest torture.
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