This was the last letter I wrote to my wife Cara when I was traveling for business. After we were married I was promoted to a high level management position which I coveted all the years we dated. Unfortunately the responsibilities changed as well as Senior Management shortly after we wed. The job now required me to travel to California frequently and sometimes for weeks at a time. On this specific trip I felt very lonely and sat down and wrote this note. It was late and I was horny (go figure). I couldn't stop thinking about the last night with my wife. It describes my feelings and the sex we had the night before I left.
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My dearest Cara,
It's been three weeks since I've been with you. I hate my job. It takes me away from you for days, weeks, and sometimes months at a time. I know it allows us to live luxuriously but the travel has been wearing me down since we were married less than a year ago. This position would have been great 3 years earlier, just not now. I'm at a different point in my life. I want to be with you so we can start our family. I can't do this to us any longer. I feel like I've see less of you now that we are married.
Right now I'm sitting in my five-star hotel room here in Beverly Hills and the only thing I can think about is you. You're three thousand miles away in New York and it will be another week before I can get back. I knew this trip was going to be tough, but I'm falling apart without you.
I miss everything about you: hearing your voice during our nightly talks, looking into your light blue eyes, staring at your long fire engine red hair, and its sweet fruity scent. I miss your soft milky white skin and the way it feels pushed against my body. I miss kissing your thin lips and the way they feel pressed against mine.
Our last night together feels like forever. I think about you and dream about us constantly. I replay our last night together over and over in my head, just like college kids watching their favorite movie for the thousandth time. I remember every detail of that night and how it made me feel emotionally and physically. I just can't stop thinking about the way you kissed my neck. I'm getting goose-bumps right now imagining you're in bed with me. The hairs on my neck are standing up as I think about your lips moving across the right side of my neck under my earlobe then taking a little nibble. I can still feel your touch even though you are across the country.
I remember your hands rubbed my arms gently and eventually moved under my short sleeve shirt. I felt a tingling sensation through my whole body when you did that. I recall the felling of my penis growing and leaking in my pants as we made out on the couch like high school kids.
I've been dreaming of removing your tight black tank top and exposing those perky little breasts just like I did that night. I have the image of sucking on your pink little nipples while rubbing your shaved pubic region.
The movie that plays in my brain stars us. It's a movie that would only be on Cinemax after midnight (at least the edited version/and you know that's not the one that plays on a loop in my head). I'm watching us make love. It's everything we normally do and more. I see your wet pussy in my face as I licked every inch of your lips and clit. I go over the patterns you love so much, outlining your outer walls, alternating from the outside left to the outside right and everything in between. I make big, long, flat tongued licks, even plunging my tongue inside you. I lick your clitoris the same way I licked pussy lips.
