Dear D:
I just wanted to let you know what a wonderful time I had with you on my recent visit. When I bought my plane ticket 2 months ago, our visit seemed like a million years away. But the time went by fairly quickly and before I knew it, I was packing my bags to come see you.
As usual, I had butterflies in my stomach. You would think that after 14 months, being in your presence would be old hat but it's not. I still bubble over with school-girl excitement at the very idea of seeing you. And like a little kid on Christmas morning, I almost exploded with anticipation wondering how our visit would go sexually.
You always say that I should not plan out our time together, that I should relax and let things happen naturally. Well, I took your advice. My plan for our visit was to not have a plan and to see what would happen as a result. I was not disappointed. Our physical encounters were more intense because they were not forced. The no-plan plan of action also allowed for some pleasant surprises for both of us.
Since Saturday was to be full of activity and Sunday would probably be a day of recuperation, I had suspected that Friday night, our first night together, would be our best opportunity for physical interaction. It was not. We opted for much needed sleep instead. I wasn't altogether surprised (or bothered) by this. I was surprised, however, by what happened the next morning.
As we lay in bed, enjoying our last few minutes of spooning before hitting the ground running, you announced that I have been a very naughty girl and, like all naughty girls, I must be punished. You then proceeded to pull down my panties and spank me until my ass was red, warm and tingly all while planting soft, sensual kisses on the back of my neck.
I was in heaven. The sting of your licks coupled with the those luscious kisses was enough to make my pussy so wet that I ruined your sheets. I won't apologize for that because I firmly believe that there's no better way to ruin a set of silk sheets than by fulfilling your girlfriend's life-long sexual fantasy.
And I wasn't the only one who had a fantasy fulfilled.
I've known for a while that you have longed to watch me masturbate but I've often felt too self-conscious to indulge you. On our last night together, I got up the courage to pleasure myself in front of you albeit with the lights off.
For several minutes you watched as I writhed and squirmed under my own touch. Eventually though, you took over and made me feel sensations the intensity of which I had never felt before. I meant it when I said that it was the best vaginal play that I had ever experienced. And I have you to thank for it.
Had I stuck with my usual m.o. of determining which sexual acts we would engage in beforehand, our time together would not have been nearly as satisfying. What we had instead was a wildly enjoyable and intensely pleasurable visit. It was the perfect trip. A trip that couldn't have gone any better had I planned it.
As usual, I had butterflies in my stomach. You would think that after 14 months, being in your presence would be old hat but it's not. I still bubble over with school-girl excitement at the very idea of seeing you. And like a little kid on Christmas morning, I almost exploded with anticipation wondering how our visit would go sexually.
You always say that I should not plan out our time together, that I should relax and let things happen naturally. Well, I took your advice. My plan for our visit was to not have a plan and to see what would happen as a result. I was not disappointed. Our physical encounters were more intense because they were not forced. The no-plan plan of action also allowed for some pleasant surprises for both of us.
Since Saturday was to be full of activity and Sunday would probably be a day of recuperation, I had suspected that Friday night, our first night together, would be our best opportunity for physical interaction. It was not. We opted for much needed sleep instead. I wasn't altogether surprised (or bothered) by this. I was surprised, however, by what happened the next morning.
As we lay in bed, enjoying our last few minutes of spooning before hitting the ground running, you announced that I have been a very naughty girl and, like all naughty girls, I must be punished. You then proceeded to pull down my panties and spank me until my ass was red, warm and tingly all while planting soft, sensual kisses on the back of my neck.
I was in heaven. The sting of your licks coupled with the those luscious kisses was enough to make my pussy so wet that I ruined your sheets. I won't apologize for that because I firmly believe that there's no better way to ruin a set of silk sheets than by fulfilling your girlfriend's life-long sexual fantasy.
And I wasn't the only one who had a fantasy fulfilled.
I've known for a while that you have longed to watch me masturbate but I've often felt too self-conscious to indulge you. On our last night together, I got up the courage to pleasure myself in front of you albeit with the lights off.
For several minutes you watched as I writhed and squirmed under my own touch. Eventually though, you took over and made me feel sensations the intensity of which I had never felt before. I meant it when I said that it was the best vaginal play that I had ever experienced. And I have you to thank for it.
Had I stuck with my usual m.o. of determining which sexual acts we would engage in beforehand, our time together would not have been nearly as satisfying. What we had instead was a wildly enjoyable and intensely pleasurable visit. It was the perfect trip. A trip that couldn't have gone any better had I planned it.
2 comments:
the most erotic blog i have ever seen, and i have seen a lot. Well done.
totally hot!!!
im so proud of you...
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