Hi you. Getting ready to write an erotic fantasy about you, I'm sitting here at my computer nude as I always do. Aside from my computer, this room houses my art supplies, drawing table, framing supplies, life drawings and books. It is in the front of the condo and faces the street. I have opened the mini-blinds enough to allow in some morning light - enough to permit me to view the white gardenias and dark pink azaleas that I planted last year in the small front yard space. The association considers it a common area, but I planted to my own tastes and have requested they not tend here.
For a long time, I have fantasized about someone driving by and seeing me sitting here with my long blond hair falling around my large bare breasts. The window is fairly close to the little street here. Although no one can see in, my fantasy is that they can. I have even fantasized standing in front of the window stroking my bare pussy with my right hand while squeezing and fondling my left nipple with my left hand, pausing for a moment to inhale the delicious musk on my fingers before finishing their task, pleasuring myself until I cum.
Lost in these thoughts, I brush my right hand lightly over both my breasts and caress them. They feel so soft and warm this morning. I already feel so turned on now that I just have to pinch my already erect, rosy nipples with my thumbs and forefingers. Perhaps it is because I awoke in a sensual, nurturing mood from our nice conversation last night; you know how turned on I get listening to your sensuous, manly voice, especially when you talk dirty to me. Perhaps it is because I am about to get my period. My breasts are always more full right now - full like engorged, swollen pussy. Isn't that a nice image, engorged, swollen pussy? Mmmm...I love the sound of that. My clit is always harder and bigger right before my period, too. I am always insatiable... like now...
Sitting here, I am aware of a strong heartbeat pulsating inside my dark pink vagina. I like its openness this morning and can feel a longing ache along the spongy front inside as well as the tingling sensations in my clitoris. If I lean forward far enough in the chair, the pressure warmly stimulates my rippled g-spot as well as my clit. I like doing this. My inner muscles contract with thoughts of tightening around your hard penis. Light orgasms rock me forward exhaling breathy moans of pleasure.
Wow. Okay, breathe... Time to organize my thoughts and write. I can't waste all day lost in euphoria. Or can I? I wish! Gosh, my clit is just throbbing. You know, speaking of clitori, I was reflecting the other day about them. I find it fascinating how everything down there can be all closed up, sealed like the bud of an unopened flower ... all tightly wrapped around itself. What is inside is amazing: beautiful sensations that can emanate from such a tiny microcosm of a world all its own, explosions of sensation that can affect my entire being so profoundly. The bare whisper of your breath half an inch away, blowing on my clitoris that can make me cry out, arch my back and buck my pussy into your face begging for contact. The lightest connection the glistening wet tip of your tongue makes with my hard, pink little rosebud that can send jolts flying throughout my body to my nipples and beyond...watch out you don't get struck with lightning. The shudders that can permeate my being and electrolyze every nerve fiber. It is amazing. Totally powerful ... yet all cared for and protected in the inner sanctum of a hooded secret garden.
Before I start writing, I want to be sure to look again at the color photograph I sent to you the other day. Remember it? It is the one of that natural-looking, brunette with her lips wrapped around some unknown (to us) man's hard penis. I sent it to you because like most men, you love having your cock sucked! Seeing that photo makes me want to slip my warm soft pink mouth onto the rose-colored head of your sweet sensation.
It really pleases me when you lie back and allow yourself the gift of being pleasured like that. Your lingam is a gentle and tender treasure. When I hold it in my hand and caress it, the warmth of your soft skin tells me just how tender and gentle it really is. I am cradling something very sweet and precious, something that deserves to be honored and nurtured.
I will be grateful if you will allow me to honor your essence. In order to do this, I want to have your undivided attention. I want you to have to think only of receiving enjoyment.
With your permission, I would first like to wrap soft black deerskin around your wrists and tie them to the bedposts so that your arms are extended. Making sure you are comfortable, I would like you to relax, let me spread your legs (without your help) and tie your ankles to the lower bedposts. In this position of total surrender, space is created for you to relax, enter a state of higher arousal and receive expanded pleasure from your phallus that you are not used to. Quiet your mind and let all anxieties go if you can in order to be able to receive the energy and focus your concentration on enjoyment. I, in turn, get to embrace the joy of your surrender to your softer, gentler side. With pillows under your head, you can watch me if you would like. Placing a soft pillow beneath your bottom, I will be better able to lick and kiss your groin along the silky-soft fold of your inner thighs, and eventually run my tongue all the way down around your most sensitive perineum and your clean, sweet, sweeeet-tasting hole. I can hardly wait to bury my face between your legs, but first things first.
So, I begin. I rub some warmed orange-scented jojoba oil in my hands and place them on your abdomen. Feeling your exhale in tune with mine, in that quiet pause between breaths, I take the right hand and move it up towards your heart. Resting my hand here with the left hand on your abdomen, we breathe conscious intention into our actions.