Early erotica 1 (M/F)

(Note: This was written to my husband before we were married, while we were communicating primarily by email, as he lived overseas at the time.)
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I meant what I said, once again...you are the kindest, sweetest man I've ever known. I can't wait to share myself with you...completely. I have no reservations about that whatsoever, of taking you into my house, or into my bed. I want you to know all of me--I want to be intoxicated with your presence. I want to take your face in my "tender hands", look "in your eyes", and kiss you gently, but firmly, with all the passions I have so long held back. I want to kiss you as you've never been kissed before, a lover's kiss--the truest kiss. I want to taste you, to breathe you in...I want to caress your tongue with my own, feel your breath in my mouth, sustaining me as it does you...I want to kiss a trail down your neck, feeling your pulse under my lips, where I will trace with my tongue until I reach that juncture. I want to nibble gently on your earlobe, my warm breath creating chills that travel down your spine. I want to touch your skin, to run my hands over your body, your arms, your chest, leaving feather-light kisses wherever I go. I want to take your nipple in my mouth, gently, and run my tongue seductively around it. I want to see your face as I do this, to watch your reactions, to hear your breathing quicken. I want to blaze trails of fire as as I move down your body, tenderly kissing my way along your stomach to the curls of hair just below. I want to proceed further down, taking you in my hands, gently kneading, running my hand along your length. Again I want to see your face, to know what you're feeling as I do this. Then, I want to gently take you into my mouth, feeling you shiver at the unexpected sensations it creates. I want to run my tongue along you, working into a rhythm, driving you almost to the point of orgasm, then I want to pull you over on top of me and into me simultaneously, clutching at your back, your buttocks as you thrust into me. I want to lose myself completely in you as our bodies are joined...I want to reach up and meet your lips in a brutally passionate kiss, teasing your tongue with my own, mimicking the rhythm we create with our hips, until there is nothing but us, you and me, fire and water, in the "blood of eden" as we cascade into orgasm together. I want to breathe your name into your ear and pledge my undying love to you as our passion subsides. I want you to remain inside me for a while, so that I can feel you within, this nearness that only lovers may know. I want to kiss your eyes, your face, your mouth, as I entwine my fingers in your hair, pulling your face down to rest on my breast. I want to stroke your hair and feel our breathing return to normal, lying there in each others' arms. I want to know *first hand*, that we were meant to be together in this way.

Early erotica 2 (M/F)

(Note: This was written after a particularly sensual email from my then-fiance.)
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Whoa...THAT was certainly more than I expected! When I realized what you had started to do, you can't beLIEVE what that did to me! As I read each sentence I would close my eyes and imagine what each line had just described actually happening to me. God, don't ask me how I have survived all this time without you! When I am in the shower, I think of being there with you, kissing you deeply, feeling the water run over our faces, into our mouths...I just can't get enough of your mouth, it seems. I feel the warm water as it cascades down my breasts, over my belly and down between my legs. It is very sensual, feeling it flow over my skin that way, and I remember when we held each other close and the water would flow down between our bodies. I wonder how easily you would slip inside of me that way, and vow someday soon to find out. I run my hands over my breasts with my eyes closed, pretending that it is you who caresses them. But nothing can imitate the feel of your hot mouth over them, your tongue circling my nipples and making them seem to reach toward you for more. I love the rough feel of your whiskers on them even, the contrast between them and your mouth causing multiple sensations for me. I am overcome with waves of warmth, causing my skin to prickle with sensitivity, and it makes me want you to be just a bit less gentle, as my urgency grows further. I think of your hand sliding between my legs, into the rivulets of water still cascading down my body, and inhale sharply with surprise at the feel of you entering me. You begin to move, slowly at first, and I can feel waves of pleasure that seem to eminate from deep inside my body and flow outwards until they reach my skin, causing more goose bumps. The sensations that you are causing only excite me further, and I can feel my own lubricants in response to your touch. I arch against you, feeling your arousal, and knowing that I must have you soon. You slide your hand out and back up my body, and I slide my hands down your back to your behind and press your body into mine, wishing we could just meld into each other and become one. You reach down once more, to my thigh, below my knee and lift my leg to allow you access to my beckoning body. I guide you inside me and close my eyes as I feel the sheer girth of you, filling my entire being, and once again I explode into ripples of sensation. God, how I wish I could amply put into words the feeling when you are finally completely inside me, especially on the first initial thrust. There is a split second *almost* of pain, but just until my body becomes accustomed to you, then the feeling immediately afterwards is something I don't think I could ever find the words to express. It's as though my body were made exclusively for you, and yours for me. It's almost like a head rush, only through my entire body, and I just feel that I have to give myself over to it. That's why I never want it to end...I never want that feeling to subside. I can feel the incredible length of you as you slide into me, slowly at first, in long, deliberate motions, then as our passion mounts they become shorter and you stay further inside me each time, with short, quick thrusts that make me feel as though I might actually lose consciousness. If they made a drug that could cause that sensation the entire world would be hooked on it! As you thrust I contract my inner muscles around you, and this too causes more of the goose bump waves for me...and I can see the effect it has on you.

Then other times I think of us in the shower together, and of you kissing me deeply, down my throat, to that juncture that makes my knees go weak...you trace a path with your tongue over my wet skin down to my breasts, lingering there as you know I long for you to do. Your hot mouth, your smooth tongue toying with my nipples, then you gently nip them with your teeth. You continue your exploration further down, kissing my stomach, down further between my legs. Yes, I think of your mouth on me there, especially lately, and I long to find out what I have so long been missing. (You fill in the rest of this scene when you get here!) But please, hurry...

Then I think of how it made me feel to make *you* feel as I did before you left. I must admit to still being a bit shy in that regard, but the desire to give you pleasure has been overtaking my hesitancy lately, baby. Something that I at one time never thought I would be able to do willingly has become something that I want to do FOR you, the man I love, the person I want to share my entire life with. I want to make you feel as you never have before, to cause you to speak my name with that same degree of passion....God, nothing has ever been so exciting for me as when you spoke that one word...my name...and I knew in that instant that it was *me* who caused you *that* much pleasure. Just that one word caused me to (for lack of a better word) come almost instantly. The pure passion and sincerity behind it was so incredible...I had never heard you *sound* like that before. You had always sounded like you were....still in control of your faculties, I guess, again for lack of better description...but I looked up at your face and I had never seen you look that way before. Your eyes were closed and it was so incredible...oh, baby, I love you so FUCKING much!! (No pun intended!) I want to make love to you in every possible way...I want to surrender to you in every possible way. I want to make you happier than you ever dreamed you could be. I want to show you feelings you never knew you could experience.

The Encounter (F/F)

I knew that earning her trust wasn't going to be easy. I don't even know why it meant so much to me, other than the fact that *she* meant so much to me. I had to do what I could to make her see what an incredible, passionate, sensual woman she was...to see herself the way I did. I had always been proud of how well I knew myself; why I was the person I am, what factors had gone into making me this way. But when it came to her, reason flew out the window. I felt as though I would walk on water if it would make her happy. Her smile made me giddy....*giddy*, for fuck's sake. Kid-in-a-candy-store giddy. Her eyes...never before had anyone held sway over me the way she could. They varied in color from almost blue to an emerald green, depending on her mood. She felt things so incredibly intensely; yet at times, this was a mixed blessing. It was as though her entire body was attuned to her surroundings, and at no time was this more apparent than in the presence of music. Most people just hear music; others listen to it; and fewer yet are able to *feel* it, as though it were a part of them. For her to move with the music was practically mandatory. Music had always been an integral part of my life as well, but even as much as I felt it, I was almost jealous of her ability to become one with it. I was drawn to her as is a moth to a flame, for this among hundreds of other reasons, not all of which I could find the words for. For the first time in my life, I was truly, deeply, and helplessly in love.

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We shared several drinks and talked at length, trying to catch each other up on the kind of things that hadn't been included in our online chats. I did my best to amuse her, perhaps clowning a bit more than usual, because the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed was incredible, and her smile, intoxicating. I could hardly believe I was actually here with her, in person, something I'd fantasized endlessly about since we first met online those many months ago. We'd had many text chats of a quite spicy nature, but this was altogether new territory for both of us. This was *real*. And exciting. And, a little bit scary.

When our glasses were at last empty, I stood up to take them out to the kitchen, noting as I walked that I was pleasantly tipsy. When I returned to the living room, she was gone, so I padded down the hall in time to hear the toilet flushing. The bathroom door opened just as I approached it, and we found ourselves face to face in the close hallway. She looked down and started to step back as if to let me pass, but instead I gently lifted her chin up and gazed into her eyes. Unable to stop myself, I moved toward her and kissed her gently on the cheek, then on the side of her eye, then on her eyelid as they closed. Our foreheads touched for a moment as the electricity between us almost audibly crackled, and then we were kissing again, more deeply this time. She had the most perfect mouth and finally feeling it was a heady, langorous sensation. I teased her lips gently with the tip of my tongue, tasting and feeling her as we gently explored each other's mouths. I realized I had begun making small humming noises as the sensations overcame me.

I reached down and placed a hand on her heart, feeling the warmth of her skin through the cotton of the t-shirt she had put on, as well as her slightly accelerated pulse. Never taking my eyes away from hers, I moved down further to her breast, full and naked under the thin material, and slightly grazed the nipple with my fingernails. It responded almost instantly, hardening into small peak as I covered her breast with my hand. Her eyes had closed and her head leaned back against the wall as she sucked in a breath through her teeth. I trailed several slow kisses down her neck, on her clavicle, and finally down to the hardened peak, where I kissed it through the fabric, eliciting a gasp from her. Her response was intoxicating. I gave her other breast equal attention before she finally helped me free her from her shirt. I circled my tongue around each nipple in turn; kissing and licking around and under her breasts. By the time I finished, it became obvious that we needed to retire to more comfortable quarters.

We stepped into the bedroom and, standing next to the bed, kissed for another minute or two before I sat her down and guided her gently onto her back on the mattress. She looked up at me with a mischievous smirk and those incredible fuck-me eyes, and all I could do was oblige her. I pulled her legs up and over my shoulders, then reached out to slide her shorts and panties down her legs and away, dropping them on the floor. I then pulled my own shirt over my head, and it joined her clothes on the floor. I leaned over her, our flesh making contact for the first time as I kissed her deeply again, before trailing another string of kisses down her body. I had a fleeting thought of myself as an oral masseuse--I wanted to massage her entire body with my mouth and lips--and it made me giggle into her navel. I couldn't stop touching her. To me, she was perfect, even though she felt she was too heavy. But in my eyes, she was exquisite--curvy in all the right places; soft, firm, natural round breasts, not too large, as I felt my own were; smooth, fair skin; strong, supple thighs. Here I lingered for a bit, teasing her, kissing her inner thighs each in turn. As much as I wanted to take my time and make her crazy, it was becoming difficult to hold myself back. I couldn't believe how aroused I was getting just from her responses, and I had to have more.

Finally, I poised just over her pubic mound, close enough that I knew she could feel my breath there, and looked up at her. Her eyes met mine, almost pleading, and I could deny her no longer. Sliding my arms under her thighs, I settled onto my knees and drank in the sight before me. Even though I had been with other women, I had never cared much for oral sex. But I *wanted* to--more than anything in the world, at that moment. I gently brushed her outer lips with my tongue, running it along the length of her. I repeated this, gently licking a bit further into her folds, and I could feel the muscles in her thighs begin to tremble almost imperceptably in response. After several more long, lazy strokes, I covered her pussy with my mouth, and brought my tongue up towards the hooded flesh of her clitoris. As my tongue made contact I felt her hips jerk involuntarily, and over the top of her mound I could see her eyes open momentarily in surprise. It was as though I had touched my tongue to the positive node of a battery, and we both could feel the current. I began gently circling the area around her clit, slowly increasing speed, yet not quite touching her clit itself. Her breathing was becoming more and more labored, and her hands had found my head, holding my hair, gently urging me on with her soft moans and little cries. I could feel my the wetness between my own thighs, and I normally didn't get this kind of excited, especially without even being touched!

Her hold on my head tightened, and I could feel that she was ready for more direct stimulation. Keeping my mouth over her pussy, I brought my tongue up to her clit and sucked gently. The result was instantaneous. Her soft moans gave way to more vocal cries, then to unintelilgible words as I licked and sucked her. I was intoxicated by the taste and smell of her; her thighs tightening around my head, her hips bucking frantically against my face, her fists wound tightly in my hair. I began a strumming rhythm with my tongue across her clit and, making sure they were well lubricated with her juices and my own saliva, inserted two fingers into her needy core. I don't think there are many sounds as sexy as the one a woman makes upon initial penetration. That second of held breath, followed by the gasp as one is finally filled, we all know it well. But there is something about being able to elicit that response in your lover that goes beyond words.
"Oh, holy FUCK!" she cried, and my own cunt clenched in response to her raw passion. Continuing my ministrations on her clit, I began a rhythm with my fingers, at first, long and slow, but soon she was urging me to go faster, harder, deeper. My entire world was filled with her--her taste, her smell, the feel of her skin, her fevered cries--and all at once I felt her thigh muscles contract as she cried "oh my god, I'm coming, oh, fuck, it's so good it's so good, don't stop, oh GOOOOOODDDDD!" I could feel the hot, slick muscles of her vagina contract around my fingers and I curled them slightly, stopping my thrusting but rubbing the ridged spot just inside her and behind her clit as I sucked it into my mouth at the height of her climax. Her body was overcome with spasms, and I held onto her for dear life as she rode out the waves, and then the aftershocks. Gradually, her muscles began to relax, and I licked and nuzzled her gently as she came down. She lay there for a few moments, panting, small beads of sweat glistening on her skin, her face flushed, and I thought I had never seen anything so beautiful in my life. Unbidden, a line from a Doors song ran through my mind, "...to make the Queen of the Angels sigh...." And that's what I had just been given the honor of doing. I stood up, smiling, sliding up her body as I sought her mouth again, sharing the taste of her on my lips. After a few moments she broke the kiss, and said, "That was *amazing*!" I looked into those eyes, her pupils so dilated that they looked almost black, and said, "I was thinking the exact same thing."

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Prologue (F/F)

Finally, we were alone.

We made our way into the house, where I closed and locked the door behind us. This time, I wasn't going to let the opportunity slip away. This time, I wasn't going to be afraid.

Taking her hands in mine, I backed her up against the wall, gently but firmly. "Show me," I pleaded with her. "Right here, right now, no outside influences. I need to know. Please."

I could see her confusion, mingled with the slightest hint of fear. She didn't know what to say, so I leaned forward and kissed her gently, tentatively, waiting for her reaction; her response. I was desperately afraid but I had to know if her feelings were the same as the ones I felt for her. I waited for what seemed like an eternity. Somewhere along the line I realized I'd been holding my breath, and I let it out slowly as I kissed her again, tenderly, inquisitively, seeking her unspoken permission. Finally, thankfully, she gently parted her lips in response and I deepened the kiss ever so slightly, as if afraid she would suddenly bolt. I felt as though I could melt in the warm softness of her mouth. I knew in my heart she wanted me too; but I had to hear it from her. I released her hands and slid my arms around her, one hand gently caressing her back and the other sought out the back of her neck, and pulled her more deeply into the kiss. She felt incredible. Her skin was like silk, as were the tiny hairs at the back of her neck. I inhaled, a long, shuddering breath, and reluctantly broke off the kiss to embrace her warmly. I was drunk with the nearness of her; her scent filled my senses. My emotions were reeling; I was torn by the desires to ravish her roughly and to treat her like fine china. But all that could wait. Would have to wait. After holding her for a few moments, I pulled back and took her face in my hands. "Thank you," I said to her, my heart, as well as my eyes, brimming. "That's all I needed to know."

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