Love Letter 20

I've been wanting to write from a woman's perspective for a while now. There's something beautiful about stepping into her world, understanding her feelings and desires.

More than seeing through her eyes, learning how to align with her heart and connect on a deeper level.

So here it goes.

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My Love,

As I slowly awaken from our blissful snuggle, the warmth of your absence clings to me. A sweet reminder of our tangled bodies and the pleasure we shared.

I reach over to your side of the bed, only to find the sheets cool and empty, a bittersweet echo of the passion from last night.

But there, your letter on the nightstand awaits me. It reads "Making breakfast in the kitchen."

My heart flutters at the thought of you, and I smile.

I slip into your white shirt, the fabric draping loosely over my toned body, teasingly brushing against my thighs and just slightly covering my bare ass.

The soft fabric of yours wrapping around me reminds of our connection, leaving me feeling playful and confident around you.

I take the warm honey tea you left for me, savoring each sip as I gaze out a tall A frame window, at the secluded woods, the matured maple trees shedding their autumn leaves.

The silence is golden, yet my mind dances with memories of last night. Our fingers intertwined, the intensity of our bodies moving in rhythm, the silky red sheets stained with our bliss.

Finally, I make my way to the kitchen, anticipating to find you there. My long hair sways as it clings to my cute trim.

And there you are... shirtless, standing next to kitchen counter, your lean, toned body glistening in the morning light as you slice strawberries in your snug red briefs.

My breath catches at the sight of your sculpted chest and strong core, every muscle defined. Your military haircut and the scar on your face tell the combat stories from Kandahar.

I adore the man before me.

As Phil Collins' One More Night softly fills the room in the background, I take a moment to savor this scene, my heart swelling with love and lust.

I walk closer, and you turn, your smile lighting up the room.

"Hey lover, good morning," you say.

I wrap my arms around you from behind, burying my face in your back, inhaling your intoxicating scent.

You turn around and kiss me.

That kiss sends shivers down my spine.

"You smell wonderful, Lover," you whisper.

I playfully reply, "No, you do!"

Your hands roaming to my waist, pulling me in closer. Our lips part just enough to catch our breath.

"That is a proper way to say good morning," you tease.

I smile as I feel the spark of desire reignite our electric connection.

Then, with a playful and commanding gesture, you lift me onto the counter. I'm perched there, heart racing, as you offer me a strawberry, feeding me to my lips with your eyes locked onto mine.

The way you look at me lights a fire, and my legs wrap around you. Pulling you closer and feeling your warmth and growing cock resting against me.

A reminder of our last night.

With our foreheads touching I ask, "Will you take me over the counter?"

"Only if you say please," you reply.

"Please, will you take me over the counter?"

I look at you with brown eyes that pierce your soul.

"That is a good girl," you say smugly.

I brace myself for the passion I expect, pin your needy pang to the counter. But instead, you lower yourself between my thighs, spreading them open with a gentle, but a firm touch.

As your lips travel south, I let a moan out.

The sensation is overwhelming. I look down, captivated by the sight of you feasting on my body, my cunt.

I feel a rush of exhilaration as our eyes lock.

I moan, "Ahhhhhh, tease me.... with your tongue!"

"You are a good girl, and you deserve it," you say... with a voice thick with desire.

It triggers emotions that rush into the river of Nile through me, making my heart race.

I close my eyes losing myself to the pleasure and the intensity of our connection wrapping around us like a warm blanket.

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Lover, I can't shake the memories of that weekend getaway.

I will let you picture the rest of that morning.

The sound of our heartbeats echoing in the silence, the sweet laughter that followed our passionate moans, the blissful mess we made together.

I am so grateful you hopped on the plane. Be here.

Now, my heart aches with longing.

My body under the bubbles. I rest my foot on side of the tub and sink myself below the surface in a deeply filled bath.

What would your hand feel like under the bubbles over my body. I hold my breath under the water... trying to find the perfect balance to keep me wanting more of you. I want to pull you in and push you to do things for me and to me.

"The One More Night" song playing as I soak... down there.

It all started with a hint of lust.

And, I yearn for the next time.

Sweetly,

xx