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Dear You,
I want you. I can still smell you, your taste haunts my lips. I bite them as my hands smoothly run over my skin at the thought of having you. I’ll just have to wait, and please my appetite until our next encounter. Until then, thinking of you way to much…and loosing my breath.
Love Always,
Temptress
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Dear You,
We have been back and forth with this, and you finally caught me in a corner. Your eyes made me wonder what you would do next. You ran your fingers through my hair and grabbed my face, your hands were sliding down my side and your fingers griped my jeans and pulled me close. I whispered that it may be a bad idea, you told me to shut up as you leaned over and kissed me hard. I bit your lip, you tasted so good and by the pressure of your hands I knew you like it. I told you we shouldn’t but it doesn’t mean I didn’t want to. I pulled back and with my wet lips graze over yours, you tried to kiss me again but I pulled back, just close enough to touch but not enough to bite. You picked me up and took me away, you turned me over and pulled down my jeans. I was helpless almost and just waited for what was to come. I felt you stop and just look, you traced my lacy boy shorts. I suppose you were enjoying the view. You slapped my ass and pulled aside my underwear. And then I felt you, slowly but surely I lost my breath. I heard your evil laugh as I moaned and gasped for air. I knew then that maybe this was a very pleasurable idea. And I would like to invite you to take advantage of me again. Please, and thank you.
Love Always,
Temptress
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Dear You,
One of my favorites is when I am standing around, breathing slowly, so I can hear your footsteps. I act natural and busy, as if I was not expecting you or your hands to grab my waist and pull me in. I’ll ask you to stop. I am busy sir. However, I swing my hips, arch my back, let my hair down, and I don’t know…pay my bills. I will twirl my hair, graze my neck and follow my collarbone with my fingertips. I can feel you standing behind me. I want to look, but I am waiting for you to just give in and have your way. I will tilt my head so you can see that soft sensitve spot that you know drives me wild. Again my fingertips explore my neck, collarbone, and down my chest. Please Sir, do you not see I am busy. Driving you crazy. I turn around and pout my lips. I will put on a face of disapproval, maybe that way you may try harder to take me. Excuse me sir, I have had a long day…as I stretch, arch, and feel my body every which way. You pull in my hips, breathe on my neck…you are hot, almost breathless. You whisper…I need you now, as your fingers trace my hipbone. My goodness I want you so bad…I know you feel my pulse racing through your lips on my neck. You catch me in my own games. You find my eyes, it’s game over…my eyes can not lie. You take me, and we get lost in each other. Skin, sweat, lips, whispers, breathing, and hearts racing. Dear God it is always worth waiting those few minutes. You loose control and you think you have won this battle, taking control of me. However, you in fact fell right into my trap, just the way i like it.
Love Always,
Temptress
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