Clara is also a writer of erotic fiction. She tells me that she's 27, slim, quite pretty (she thinks) quite sexy with a pussy that loves to be loved, suggested I try it! We met through a mutual 'fan', exchanging many ideas and thoughts, writing episodes of stories together, masturbating together. We became close cyber friends for several months until Clara, getting over frustrated, decided to flirt with a business client, called Fiona. She told me all about it, during our exchanges, then, at the height of our relationship, Clara suddenly disappeared. I suspect her new found lover whisked her away! The conversations and messages passing between us covered over 60 pages. These are but a small selection, not necessarily following on from each other. I may publish more at a later stage if they're sufficiently popular! As usual, names and places have been changed to preserve anonymity.
I begin with a little fantasy.
'Clara, I must tell you that when I started to slide out of my sleep this morning, nice and warm under the duvet, my half conscious mind thought about you, about your obsessive fascination with your vulva. In my half conscious state, I found that I was actually infiltrating your body - insinuating my way into you - it was your flesh I was inhabiting. This was crazy! I was you! But just to test it out, my fingers crept down between my legs, and - wow - that wasn't my vulva! It was yours! I was you! Heavens! It was your thighs and belly I was feeling. My fingers combed through the nest of your hair, exploring the texture of the skin, the contours of your groin, trailing softly up and down the softness of your inner thighs. I was lying on my back, right leg stretched down and the left leg bent outwards at the knee, allowing access to that delightful patch of womanhood between the thighs.
'My fingers started to explore the sides of the unfamiliar vulva, the plump outer labia, silky in their frame of fine hair. They gently examined the sponginess, eager to seek out that most pleasurable part of your body. Your vulva. Your vagina! Yes! Soft and pliable. I was entranced by it. My middle finger tested the entrance to that delectable secret passage, guarded by small tongues of soft flesh. As my finger nudged enquiringly into the outer opening, it was greeted by a small offering of special nectar. The gift from the goddess within.
'Now smeared on the finger, I was able to explore further - the sides of the vestibule, warm and lovely. Yes! Here was a perfect vulva to worship - to adore - I could understand why you dote on your vulva. It is really gorgeous! The inner labia are set rather lower than I am used to, and slightly smaller than mine, but delectable. Wishing I could engulf the entire vulva in my mouth and suckle it, I was unexpectedly reminded of a girl at boarding school who had a supple spine. She was able to double up her waist until the thighs pressed against her face, taking her own vulva into her mouth. I was so jealous! I dearly wanted to suck my own.
'Whilst still toying with my new-found idol, my left hand reaches to the right breast. Yes - rather bigger and fuller than my own, with a hard chunky nipple. I roll it between thumb and finger sending trembling currents of desire down to the groin. But it's no use! I can't hold back any longer. I must feel the center of your being - your clit, still hiding coyly beneath its hood. My thumb pushes back the hood, allowing my fingers to find the touch paper of the body. I flinch and jerk involuntarily. Oh yes! That superb knot of gristle capable of the most sublime sensations of ecstasy and delight.
'I can still smell the scent of your vagina - taste your bottom - feel the texture of you skin - I'm fingering myself again before James gets in - any time now - so it'll have to be a quickie - just for you. Oh jeez - here we go - again - mmmmmm - my Gawd! I'm trying to visualize your face - your vulva - your body - mmmmmmm - I can smell your personal scent - delicious - here we go - aaaaaaaaaaa - yes yes yes! Again!
'Phew ... that was so good.'
'Sarah. Did you really come that many times just for me? How lovely ... do it again tomorrow! - and tell me all over again how good it feels to come whilst thinking of me. Love, kisses and such fragrant wetness waiting for you and Sue (kiss her pussy for me)'
'I was feeling pretty horny Clara - and you helped get it under control!! You sexy lovely lady! Besides, four orgasms isn't all that many - is it?? You lost count of yours, if you remember - watching Sue and me in your story! Are you around this week? I can still smell the heavenly scent of your vagina on my fingers.'
'As sexy come-on confession-seductions go, your e-mail has to be as close to as good as it gets. Wow! Reading it again all I can think about is having you between my thighs. Shall I lift up my skirt for you, pull down my panties and kneel across your face? I know that would feel so good, your lips kissing the soft slippery gooeyness of my warm vulva, your long tongue driving deep inside me, stretching and straining to reach my very sensuous soul. I taste so good, Sarah. 'Love me slowly, enjoy my sweet creamy taste, enjoy the warmth of my smooth thighs against your cheeks, enjoy the feel of my swollen clitoris against your nose. Then be rough with me for a moment, pull your tongue out, clamp your lips hard and tight around my bud, nibble and suck me, hard, harder, pull me into your mouth, deeper, harder now. Pull open your blouse for me, pull down you bra, let me lean back and feel your warm smooth breasts, your hard nipples in my palms while you drive me wild. Mmm, I would love that. 'Then love me slowly again Sarah, take me inexorably, ineluctably towards the orgasm you so want to feel flow across your tongue ... take me, I'm yours.'
'Darling Clara. Thank you so very much for bringing me such a lot of joy and relief over the weekend - even though we had guests yesterday, my thoughts were between your gorgeous thighs for much of the time. And again this morning when I woke up. I chewed your labia and nibbled your clit with stiff lips and teeth! Drank your copious juices as I fingered your bum. You really enjoyed me feeling your bum, slipping the finger in as I licked and nibbled your vulva. You had such a long slow build up to your shattering orgasm! To say nothing about mine. I inhaled your vaginal perfume, fingered your vagina and licked the sticky fingers afterwards! It was delicious - of course.'
'Oh Sarah. It's Friday. It's lunch time. Feeling good and sexy, I'm wearing these beautiful scarlet silk'n'lace side-tie panties beneath a short grey skirt ... and all morning long, through a series of boring meetings, I thought of you all the time, wanting you. You are so sexy! All I could think about was finding some quiet little room where I could imagine you kneeling before me, pushing up my skirt, untying my panties with your teeth and then kissing my pussy slowly and lovingly, your lips sliding between my labia, around my clitoris, then south to my juicy hole ... pulling your blouse open while you did so, pulling up your skirt, pushing down your knickers, having yourself while you have me ... do it for me sweetie. 'OMG Sarah, please, come and lick my juicy pussy NOW! - I'm mad with desire right now, I might have to let this company's ugly dyke of an accountant use me in a minute - she can't stop staring up my skirt, I swear she's unbuttoned her dress since lunch ...
'You're deeply frustrated and very very wet Clara.'
'Must have you this weekend Clara. Really must!'
'What can I say, Sarah? Thank goodness it's Saturday! I'd been working really hard all week. I knew Luke would be out till quite late. Fiona - that was the accountant's name - was far from pretty, but intuition suggested she would be very attentive ... and then I'd had you e-mailing me all week, making me hornier and hornier.
'So, in fact, really, it is all your fault. Yesterday morning I woke up feeling so randy I could have shagged anything. I think I all but forced Luke to stay in bed for another ten minutes ... and then I lay there afterwards with my hand between my thighs, letting all those warm juices pool in my palm, while he scampered about trying to get ready and out in time to catch his train. As soon as he'd gone I skipped into the bathroom - apart from anything else I needed to pee.
'The instant I sat down I thought of you. I smeared all the juices from my palm over my breasts and called out for you to come and lick me clean. I wanted us to be dirty together, I wanted you to kneel by me, I wanted you to kiss my breasts and gently caress my clit while I peed - I'm into any kind of urolagina fetish, but equally there are times when I would just love to have someone kiss my pussy while I just let go.
'Anyhow, within seconds I was out on the landing, rolling around completely naked, taking myself quite wildly while thinking of you ... finding me, watching me, joining me. So, of course, I came wonderfully - and again ... which led me to those very sexy panties, which led me to get horny all over again yesterday afternoon, which in turn left me vulnerable to an advance later on from Fiona.
'I've been doing some work with her company on and off for a year now, so I was quite used to having her around. Can't say I'd ever expected to give way to her, though she is the kind of woman I quite like for a bit of casual - obviously needy and so certain to be ineffably grateful. Anyway, I didn't finish all that I wanted to get done till nearly seven. (Oh, we hard working consultants!) Only she and her boss were left in the office, and although he's a real bore, I accepted the offer of a quick drink a nanosecond after she did. He took us to this really nice little bar, bought a good bottle of wine, drank barely half a glass himself, and left - perfect.
'So, Fiona and I were left alone - and actually, the place didn't get very busy at all (credit crunch I guess) so we kept a nice private little corner all to ourselves. The more we chatted the more I could sense her getting nervous - I had guessed her for a lesbian ages back, but not an especially active, confidant or lucky one. So, I flirted with her ... leaning against her one minute, leaning back and crossing my legs another, touching her arm gently one minute, smoothing out my stockings the next ... and so on. She drank a full glass of wine quite quickly, beginning to relax. Whilst I'm quite a tactile person, she had never been, so I knew she was playing her bravery card when she started to reply to my soft touches. I refilled her glass and, as I did, I whispered, as if suddenly surprised, "oh, sorry Fiona, but your dress seems to have come undone."
'In truth, she only had the same three buttons undone she'd had all day and whilst that gave a nice glimpse of a very wantable cleavage, she was hardly improper. Her reply confirmed that it would be mine if I wanted her . "No-one can see," she smiled shyly.
'"Except me," I smiled back.
'"Th... that's O... OK," she whispered.