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Love Letters To Master
Master, What would become of us if anyone could guess our most secret desires? If I had known a year ago what I know now, about my own desires and yours, would I have run from you that night we met? Perhaps, I would have run to you sooner, with more ease in letting myself go, letting you take total possession of my body? When I first looked into your eyes, I felt a warmth all over. I saw a certain wisdom in you. That night, when you so wickedly gazed over my body, I somehow felt you possessed me. As I drive the roads en route to Atlanta, a city where no one knows anything about me or you, or our desires, somehow I feel so alone. Yet, as I think of us, I am not alone. I think it is the bond we share of the knowledge of our most inner desires and wants that binds us to a common language of our on erotica. As I drive throughout the city, I am trying to create, in my mind, words to share with you. So that you will understand as I share with you my most interpersonal feelings of the time we have spent together. I laid myself prostrate to you beneath your punishing hands, with my hands and ankles bound, in our ritual of passion and possession. I have arrived in our room and I await your return to me. As I prepare myself for your coming, with pen in hand, I bare my soul to you. It is soothing to write these words to you. As I wait for you they help to ease my loneliness. These words are mere phantoms of my desire for you. As I spread these words onto this piece of paper, it reminds me of how easy I shall spread my legs for you, at your command, once you are here. I remember the first time we joined in our play. Your desires became mine. Now I am only satisfied when I am with you. I can still smell your masculine scent as you stood behind me and whispered in my ear to remove my clothes slowly. I felt so embarrassed to undress before you. You aroused in me feelings I never knew existed. The scent of my sexuality rises from between my legs, as this deep musk small arouses me. Your power is always arousing to me. I remember my first spanking from you. I didn't bring all of the things you had requested. I thought this was all merely a joke, a game to be played. Never knowing that I would enjoy my punishment so. You made me stand before you naked, and then kneel and bow my head. I remember laughing at first. But your eyes told me different. You explained to me, that I hadn't obeyed as you instructed and I would have to accept my punishment. As you stood near me, I felt your strength without you even touching me. Your left hand stroked my hair as you whispered to me to stand. You sat yourself in a wooden chair and told me to lay across your lap. You bound my hands over my head loosely, for fear I would place them on my ass. You didn't want to hurt my lovely hands, you said. As I lay across your lap, I felt my nipples stand erect as the air charged the night. Your left hand stroked the inside of my thighs while your right hand slowly and deliberately massaged my cheeks. I could feel your sense of power as I felt the sting of the first slap across my ass. You told me not to move, for if I did, the price would be higher to pay. Suddenly, I felt the palm of your hand on my buttocks over and over, the licks were like that of falling rain, and I became a child again. The wild child, the one to be tied down, panties around my ankles, and your hand struck my ass until I was on fire. Until the wild child from my past left my body and I came home to you, red assed and safe in your loving arms. But, the fire I felt was not my ass on fire, it was a fire deep inside. The flames of passion burning in my soul as I felt an orgasm with each burning slap. I knew in that brief moment, I had found in you what I had always been searching for -- someone to control that little wild child in me and open their loving arms to shield me from harm. Some would say it is impossible to delve into our most inner desires this deeply, to be able to express these rough edges we would never show anyone else. I am glad, that in our past year, we have discovered together our sexual desires and passions for each other. I look forward to your presence as I drift off in slumber to dream of you. Your Loving Slave, *********************** My Dearest Slave, I am on my way home and have stopped in a small town to gas-up and get coffee. I am drinking my coffee and remembering our lovely weekend. I am sure that the waitress is wondering why I have such a grin on my face. I am looking forward to our next union. I have made myself a note to arrange everything for your next visit. I look forward to this special weekend, it will be our first anniversary together. You have been everything to me. You are my lover and my best friend. I have asked you to belong to me. Not just as a lover but as the fulfiller of my fantasias, the giver of many pleasures, the provider of pain, and my Slave of Eros. You have given your all and I have given my undying adoration and commitment to you. You are the most sensuous person I have ever known. You desire all I can give to you. From the less extreme to the most extreme. And there is nothing more that I love than providing you with these sensations. As I write this, I remember watching you this weekend as your clit blossomed and your nectar flowed between your thighs after one of your many spankings. I loved watching you as you collapsed in exhaustion from the multiple orgasms I ignited in you. I guess some might say we have developed and addiction. And they would be right. The sex with you has become and obsession and the pain and the punishment an addiction. As soon as we are satisfied one of us wants more. I remember you lying naked across the bed in wait for your punishment, because you had forgotten your toys. Your long brown hair draped across your face, your legs spread eagled. I can still smell the aroma of your wet sexuality and the smell of your hair as I bent down to kiss your red lips. I saw in your beautiful brown eyes your submission to me. My hands gently rubbed your soft fleshy buttocks, and I could hear your moans in anticipation. As my hand made contact with your buttocks you moaned. With each continuous slap you moaned. My hand was on fire. My cock was standing straight up in need of you. I finally stopped as you screamed out like a wolf in the night. I love to spank you and I think you disobey me just to receive your much wanted punishment. And as you screamed out and reached your orgasm I knew then, no one could ever give to me as you have given. You pleased me so well, when you knelt before me and took my manhood into your mouth. Your eyes never left mine, as your hands reached for my hard swollen cock. Your lips parted as you took me into your mouth. The head of my cock throbbing. You sucked me hard, deep and fast. My hands on your head as I guided your mouth, and you sensed the core of me rising and removed your lips and continued stroking my manhood with your beautiful slender fingers. You pulled my cock from your mouth as I erupted and swallowed my nectar and then your hand guided the hot bursting juices to your beautiful mounds of flesh and I watched as I drowned you with my cum. I love it when you rub my juices all over your breast and then lick your fingers. You are so sensuous. I must leave you now, with my thoughts. I long for your touch, and I await our reunion. Know that when I am not with you I think of you as I drive my car, as I go to work, as I look at the moon and hear the cry of the wolves in the night, I think of you. Your Loving Master, |
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