come up with anything.
He traced a finger along my slit before plunging inside. “You’re so hot and wet and swollen. I can’t wait until you squeeze my dick.”
The little puffing murmurs against my throat drove me wild.
I felt the head of his swollen cock nudge at my entrance. The initial stretch as he pushed inside felt fantastic. Then he thrust in all the way and I gasped at the burn of his full penetration . It was tight and hard and the pleasure - pain was exquisite.
“Fuck me now,” I groaned. I wanted him while I was tight around him. I wanted the intensity.
Tom thrust inside me, mashing my boobs with his chest, grinding his pelvis against mine. Feeling his strength and power and hardness made me extra hot.
I felt the h eat buil ding inside me . The pressure intensified.
I screamed a release, clamping around his plunging cock.
With a groan, Tom began to pulse inside me, prolonging my orgasm.
He leaned against me, gasping. “That was hot.”
I managed a weak nod. It was the best sex that I’d had in ages.
Half an hour later, I glared at Tom as he turned on the Friday night football.
With his eyes glued to the screen he was completely oblivious.
Anyone with half a brain should know this was supposed to be a romantic evening for two. Not an evening for two and the TV. With sport, no less!
We were getting older and I wasn’t really expecting another bout of sex but a cuddle would not have gone astray. S ome conversation would have been nice as well .
I could ask Tom to turn off the footy. However, if I asked it wouldn’t mean the same. Obviously there was a lot more work to be done. In the next letter I would make sure his attention was completely focused on me.
Chapter Three
Slow and Sexy
A few weeks later I sat down to compose my next letter.
Since this was still a kind of celebration of our anniversary, I thought it would be nice to use the gifts that we’d given each other. This time around, the wine glasses would be a feature.
Dear Tom
Do you know that red wine increases the libido of women? I read that somewhere. Who knows if it’s true? I do know that when I’ve had half a glass of wine my pussy starts to warm and ache so I’m going to agree.
Tonight when you come home I’ll be waiting with a bottle of red wine to test this claim.
When you first come into the bedroom, I want you to slowly strip. When you’re ready, take a sip of wine for yourself. Then take another sip and kiss me. Just a slight parting of lips to begin with so the wine can trickle in. Then a deeper kiss of warm wined tongue.
“My pussy’s throbbing,” I’ll say when those drugging kisses start to take effect.
“It’s going to throb a whole lot more,” you’ll whisper back.
Dribble some wine into the hollow of my neck and lap it up.
Pour some more over my breasts and suck and lick it up. Don’t worry about the mess. I’ve taken precautions.
Move down lower to my stomach and trickle some more wine around.
Kneel between my legs, lift my pussy high and pour the wine into my crack.
Tell me : “I’m going to suck and lick you until you come.” Then do it.
While I’m still quivering, lower me to the bed and stretch out beside me.
Now it’s my turn.
First, I’ll kiss you with wine. Then I’ll work my way down to your body until I drench your dick in ruby liquid. “I’m going to suck you slow and sensuous.”
When you’re close, let me know. I’ll work my way back up your body. One more wine kiss and then I’ll straddle you and take you deep. Slowly, I’ll work my way up and down before I pick up the pace and fuck your brains out.
I can’t wait.
Love, Sherry.
On Friday, I prepared for the evening. It was nice to be romantic but I had to be practical too. I didn’t like champagne or white wine so I’d be using a red wine which was a perfect foil for romance. It s rich ruby colour
He traced a finger along my slit before plunging inside. “You’re so hot and wet and swollen. I can’t wait until you squeeze my dick.”
The little puffing murmurs against my throat drove me wild.
I felt the head of his swollen cock nudge at my entrance. The initial stretch as he pushed inside felt fantastic. Then he thrust in all the way and I gasped at the burn of his full penetration . It was tight and hard and the pleasure - pain was exquisite.
“Fuck me now,” I groaned. I wanted him while I was tight around him. I wanted the intensity.
Tom thrust inside me, mashing my boobs with his chest, grinding his pelvis against mine. Feeling his strength and power and hardness made me extra hot.
I felt the h eat buil ding inside me . The pressure intensified.
I screamed a release, clamping around his plunging cock.
With a groan, Tom began to pulse inside me, prolonging my orgasm.
He leaned against me, gasping. “That was hot.”
I managed a weak nod. It was the best sex that I’d had in ages.
Half an hour later, I glared at Tom as he turned on the Friday night football.
With his eyes glued to the screen he was completely oblivious.
Anyone with half a brain should know this was supposed to be a romantic evening for two. Not an evening for two and the TV. With sport, no less!
We were getting older and I wasn’t really expecting another bout of sex but a cuddle would not have gone astray. S ome conversation would have been nice as well .
I could ask Tom to turn off the footy. However, if I asked it wouldn’t mean the same. Obviously there was a lot more work to be done. In the next letter I would make sure his attention was completely focused on me.
Chapter Three
Slow and Sexy
A few weeks later I sat down to compose my next letter.
Since this was still a kind of celebration of our anniversary, I thought it would be nice to use the gifts that we’d given each other. This time around, the wine glasses would be a feature.
Dear Tom
Do you know that red wine increases the libido of women? I read that somewhere. Who knows if it’s true? I do know that when I’ve had half a glass of wine my pussy starts to warm and ache so I’m going to agree.
Tonight when you come home I’ll be waiting with a bottle of red wine to test this claim.
When you first come into the bedroom, I want you to slowly strip. When you’re ready, take a sip of wine for yourself. Then take another sip and kiss me. Just a slight parting of lips to begin with so the wine can trickle in. Then a deeper kiss of warm wined tongue.
“My pussy’s throbbing,” I’ll say when those drugging kisses start to take effect.
“It’s going to throb a whole lot more,” you’ll whisper back.
Dribble some wine into the hollow of my neck and lap it up.
Pour some more over my breasts and suck and lick it up. Don’t worry about the mess. I’ve taken precautions.
Move down lower to my stomach and trickle some more wine around.
Kneel between my legs, lift my pussy high and pour the wine into my crack.
Tell me : “I’m going to suck and lick you until you come.” Then do it.
While I’m still quivering, lower me to the bed and stretch out beside me.
Now it’s my turn.
First, I’ll kiss you with wine. Then I’ll work my way down to your body until I drench your dick in ruby liquid. “I’m going to suck you slow and sensuous.”
When you’re close, let me know. I’ll work my way back up your body. One more wine kiss and then I’ll straddle you and take you deep. Slowly, I’ll work my way up and down before I pick up the pace and fuck your brains out.
I can’t wait.
Love, Sherry.
On Friday, I prepared for the evening. It was nice to be romantic but I had to be practical too. I didn’t like champagne or white wine so I’d be using a red wine which was a perfect foil for romance. It s rich ruby colour
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