Dear John,
I’m sorry to have to say this to you in a letter. I didn’t want to do this, but it had to be done. And a letter is the only way I can get my feelings out. Some things have been left unsaid between us that can no longer be left that way. I want to pour my heart out to you, and there’s just no way it can be done face to face.
When you first came into my life, you and I had a wonderful sex life. Everything was great; no complaints on my end. We had a lot of fun, and made some great bedroom memories. But I could always tell something was missing with us. You needed more, and I never knew what was the more you needed. In truth, I never knew what I needed either. Last night I found out what you needed. The secret is out, and now this letter has to be written. But this is not a typical “Dear John” letter. Please read everything before you jump to conclusions. There’s just something in my heart that wants out. So here goes ...
Last night was the most amazing night of my life. I remember everything about it. I remember the sensations from your touch all over my skin. I felt the warmth below every time your hand rubbed across me and paused long enough to press against my button. You knew my body better than I knew it last night. Last night we paid each other lip service … and the experience was everything you said it would be. I admit I was shy about the idea, but you’re a smooth talker. Now I understand what a silver-tongued devil really is. I kind of like the dark side ;-)
The sex was great as always, but it was this “lip service” as you called it that was the best foreplay anyone could ever have. Once I got on top and settled myself onto your face, that sudden initial jolt of energy that shot through my pussy took me by my surprise. The way you controlled every sensation that I felt on my lips was just as crazy as the way my star quivered and trembled as your tongue invaded me in a way your rod hadn’t: hot, moist, and with a more intimate purpose. You wanted to explore my insides, and there was nothing I could do but let you be the adventurer. This was not a typical probe, it was a journey through peaks and valleys. I was harder, wetter, than I’ve ever been with you before.
I wasn’t sure I would be able to return the favor, but I did. And even that turned me on. The naughtiness of it, the submission to you, and the power I had over your pleasure. Who knew so much could come from such a simple act. The memory of the taste of you drives me crazy (like pineapple juice). All through the day all I could think about was getting my next taste. It’s like I have to swallow you just to stay alive. I am amazed that we never had intercourse. Everything last night was about mouths pleasing lovers. And I was very pleased, baby … and the audience we had enjoyed the show too… clearly. You took your time, and I felt comfortable that if you could taste me all night, that would make you happy. That made me happy. The sexiest part of last night was the feeling that being between my legs was your favorite place to be. And, oh God, the toys were awesome! I can’t forget the toys. I dreamed about the vibrations up against my sweet spot with the suction of your mouth enveloping my Susie Johnson.
I don’t know how we will move forward in the long run, but last night you opened up a world for me that I previously was not interested in. You found the hidden freak in me, and we’re ready to come out and play with you. You never have feel that you can’t come to me about your desires. As you found out last night, you can open up to me, and I might actually become comfortable with your desires. Communication really is key. You used it to unlock my sexier and adventurous inner self. I’m glad everything is out on the table, and we know where we stand. Now we can move forward experiencing life the way it was meant to be: with the only sexual limits being our own imaginations.
Don’t be late coming home tonight, baby. We need you; and tonight you’re gonna have the best we have to give … all over you.
Love,
Oliver and Jill
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