Dear Helen
The time has come for you to get a clear message about the way things are, and the way they will be.
You are a wonderful friend to my wife, and recently you become my obsession. With our minds we have lived and loved and tasted all that is good in life.
I now need you to do something for me.
I know it is inevitable that you will surrender to me - completely. There is no other option, you will have no choice. You in your heart that it must be done - and soon,
And you will do things you have never done before, things you never thought of, and your life will never be the same again.
You know your stomach is burning with desire and even as you read this, butterflies nest within your very soul. With your juices flowing, and your heart beating you cannot think straight.. You blush, you momentarily look away but your eyes move back to the screen as if a magnet drew you back.
You will meet me soon, I will tell you when.
A room will be booked, and I will be there waiting for you
You will wear a smart business suit - black skirt with blouse and matching jacket. The blouse will be low cut to provide anyone you see with ample view of your breasts, and you will wear no underwear.
You will have spent the morning in the bath, removing every hair from your body and prepared yourself for my feast.
When you arrive, you will feel that all eyes on the hotel are watching you, you're not sure why - you know you are nude underneath and totally hairless, but surely nobody else does? In your mischievous mind you wonder whether I had told everyone you were coming, and that you were to be taken by another for the first time. The thought of them knowing makes you wet, and you feel the moisture on your legs as you walk across the lobby. The lift attendant is grinning, and your suspicions seem confirmed until you realise that you have a nipple on show, and that I had told nobody.
When you arrive at my room on the 17th floor, your heart is beating so fast that pause before knocking. Someone passes by, and you swear that they can hear your beat.
I say "come in, the door is open"
I stand to kiss your cheek briefly, our lips don't meet. You pause to stare at my naked body for the first time. I am hard, and you are nervous.
You want to hug me and hold me to calm your nerves, and support your legs which seemed destined to collapse below you. Instead I hold your hand, and move you to the bed where you see silk ties on all four corners, and a blindfold.
At first the silk on your face feels smooth, but soon it acts to stop the sweat from your brow. The suspense is killing you and finally you speak "I've been waiting for this, please don't make me wait a moment longer." I say "remove your clothes, slowly" You do, and as you drop your skirt, you bend over to expose your smooth bald pussy which is glistening, and almost puckered as if it were your mouth becoming for a kiss.
I carry you to the bed and tie your hands and your legs so that you are on all fours. They are slack enough four you to move freely, but not too far. Yours are about a foot apart, I spank you gently. Soon, you are pushing back to meet my spanks, and my fingers are now spanking your lips which are dripping in anticipation.
I stop, you cannot see. I pause to admire the view of your wiggling bottom as momentarily sit to sip my cognac. You feel my touch, and then little drops of freezing water roll down your lower back and form a pool on your spine. You gasp as I place one, two, three, four ice cubes from my glass into you. It's cold but the feeling against your hot vaginal walls is amazing. You have never felt such things.
I move behind you and you feel my tongue catching the droplets as they leave your body. They entered cold, but are leaving warm and very much a part of you.. an intimate transfer of your body into mine.
I lick slowly up and down each lip and finally straight in the slit, I pause briefly as I reach the end but continue to kiss and lick your puckered arse in a swirling motion before moving back to the main course.
I eat you eagerly, you have been devoured like this before.