Ninteenth Installment in the "Latina" Series of Erotic Tales
I get the most wonderful and complimentary emails from loyal readers and avid fans of my fact-based erotic fiction. Sometimes, in my replies, I let my readers know of recent erotic escapades my husband and I shared, that did NOT become the basis for a story. I've collected these email replies here. I hope you enjoy them.
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I enjoyed reading about your husband and you romping in the woods.
My husband and I ALSO enjoy hiking in the woods. I have these cute little khaki hiking shorts, and when we wander off the beaten trail on a hot summer day, I'll get cooler and more comfortable by unsnapping them and opening the zipper a little. Of course, I'll have no panties underneath (too damned hot to wear them). These shorts are tight enough, and my hips are curvy enough, that my shorts don't fall off, even partly opened like that. And I feel deliciously naughty, knowing that my husband is getting turned on by the sight of the very top of my thick, dark bush (he likes me to keep my crotch as hairy as possible).
Of course, watching his hairy, masculine legs and the long, thick ridge growing up the front of his own white shorts, starts to turn me on, undoing the effect of letting the cool forest air into my shorts, because by now I'm starting to get HOT in an entirely different way.
But I think his favorite of my hiking outfits is my denim micro-mini shorts with matching tiny denim vest. I like to wear these shorts open, too, to let in the cooling air on a hot summer day.
Whenever I wear this outfit on our nature hikes, he always has me lead the way and he follows me, but I think that is because these denim shorts are so very short. He says the scenery from behind me is as specacular as the secenery of the woods and mountains where we hike. He says the sweetest things to me, no wonder I love him so much.
Why does he like being behind me when I wear these shorts? Well, you see, I have these very pronounced creases at the tops of my legs, and my current husband always says that's one of my sexiest features. My lower ass creases show through the bottom of my super-short shorts, and he seems mesmerized by their movement against the denim as he hikes behind me.
Sometimes, when we're sure nobody is looking, he'll wrap his arms around my waist from behind me, letting his palms cup my breasts, and I can feel his beautiful love muscle lengthening and thickening against my butt as he presses against me. I close my eyes and I can see its pretty purple head that I so love to suck, and the long, straight, thick shaft I so love to feel pounding me. If we're REALLY deep in the woods, he'll not only nuzzle my neck and press his huge cock against my butt, but he'll even get daring enough to unzip my shorts from behind me, and massage my pussy lips until I'm wet and panting with desire.
When we get back home, well watch a romantic movie on our couch, and I'll be bare-foot, wearing those same denim shorts that show off my naturally-dark Latin-American legs. Yes, I'll keep my sexy denim micro-mini shorts on, but I wear them open, and pair it with a denim vest, also worn open (that gets him even HOTTER for me than he was on the hiking trail, and by that time I'm just LOVING the very visible effect I'm having inside his own tempting and tantalizing shorts). He'll sit by my side caressing and stroking my legs and saying such loving things to me that I start to melt.
When it comes time for bed, I'll wear something naughtier and sexier, like my sheer green lingerie or my frilly and lacy outfit with the peekaboo holes. By this point, we are both so hot for each other, that I can't resist spreading wide open for him, and his tongue can't resist me.
By the time I have my first orgasm from this, my moaning and quivering have him so big and hard that I just want to lick at him. I like to lick along the SIDE of his love tool, like it was an ear of corn, but I can't keep that up for long before I simply want to swallow him whole.
Eventually, of course, all my attention on him produces the desired effect. Amazingly, he stays hard enough to either place me on my back and give me what I crave, or even better, he lets me sit atop him and ride him. He usually brings me to two or three more crashing waves that way, and he always has another orgasm or two himself.
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In response to my 4-part "Lessons in Magic" story, I got a really complimentary email from one of my loyal readers. I couldn't get his kind words out of my head, and it made me do something about it this morning. I sent him an email to let him know what he had caused, and then it occurred to me that the rest of my fans, my readers, might enjoy what I wrote to him. So here is that email.
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I can't stop thinking about your email comment of how you like women who think like me.
I think there are a lot more women out there who enjoy sex, than most men realize. It is one of the best kept secrets of the 1990s. But there has to be genuine feelings and caring BEHIND that great sex. If a man really CARES about his lady, he will know her hot buttons and take his time pleasuring her. That's why it's so great with my husband. He knows I like to start off with him gently nibbling at my nipples while his long, thin middle finger lazily slips in and out of my hungry pussy, and then when he feels me getting wet, he knows EXACTLY how to swirl his thumb over my clit until I am just SO hungry for him to slip his cock into me. And then he knows just how to tease me, sliding in a millimeter at a time, and sliding back out just as slowly, until I can't take it any more and I BEG him to ram me hard and fast, which he does.
The whole time he's kissing my lips, neck, breasts, and tummy, until I'm on sensory overload. He somehow manages to hold back until about my third or fourth uncontrollable explosion, before I feel his wonderfully warm blast deep inside of me. Is all of this getting YOU as hot and worked- up as it is me?
Thinking about what you said, about the way I think, can you guess what was the very first thing I did this morning? I just couldn't resist. I reached over, and cupped my palm over my sleeping husband's soft cock, and began rubbing up and down his shaft until I felt it harden in my hand. I can't tell you how terrific it always feels to feel the man I love stiffen in my hand. There is only one feeling that is even better than that: when he stiffens in my MOUTH! As he started to pulse and throb, I realized that I hungered for his taste, so I hastily pulled off his sexy silk boxers and just dove in, kneeling down over him, licking and sucking with a genuine hunger. I mean, I was absolutely VORACIOUS in my hunger for his 8-inch long, 2-inch thick cock. When he finally exploded fast and hard and hot against my tongue and the back of my throat, I couldn't stop sucking and swallowing, I didn't want to miss one drop of my soulmate's warm lust juices. As I sit here at my desk, I am smiling happily at the memory of this morning.
Yes, I see what you mean about the way I think. But I can't help it. My husband is so good, kind, and generous, and I love him so completely, I just can't help thinking like this. And I love being able to write stories about it and bring enjoyment to people like you, who read about our own enjoyment.
Anyway, I thought you might like to know that my thinking about your comments led to a great morning for my husband and me, and that as a result of your compliments to me, I can still taste him in my mouth even as I write this. I guess what I'm trying to say is, thank you for your kind words and the terrific result of them.
-- Latina (still feeling warm & tingly all over my 38C-28- 36 body)
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One of my most avid fans sent me these questions: