Love Tattoo

Betty pulled the side mirror towards her on Patty’s daddy’s Pontiac ragtop so she could check her vixen red lipstick. Her raven curls ruffled against her cheek in the breeze as we pulled into the pothole-filled drive-in. Waitresses whizzed to and fro on roller skates as we lit our smokes and tried to look as cool as we could. 

Patty patted the steering wheel in time to the contagious beat of Elvis Presley’s Hound Dog as she checked her flaxen waves and baby blues in the rearview. She was the type of gal that was able to capture the attention of just about any boy, only she was tough as nails and they usually ended up walking away with their balls in a sling. 

Betty on the other hand was practically married but loved to have a little fun. Petite, with mysterious brown eyes, she’d landed a fella over at the factory that dragged his tongue after him everywhere she went. 

And me? Susie Johnson, the resident carrot-top since school. My best features were a perky nose, perky breasts and jade-green eyes. Still, I rarely caught any eye over the two birds in the front seat. Truth, until a robin’s egg blue Bel Air ragtop pulled in next to us and I happened to peer into the sexiest pair of dark eyes on a man I’d ever seen. 

A rebellious curl brushed his brow, magpie-black over a devil-may-care smirk. Angular jaw and an adorable dimpled chin completed the scene. He held up a pair of fingers and beckoned a carhop over. 

I couldn’t help but stare as he drew her close and slid a bill between her fingers. 

Patty and Betty were talking about records they had until Betty peeped into the back seat. 

“I’d swear that boy is just starin’ away at you, Susie.” A teasing smile quirked her fire-engine-red lips. 

“He is not.” I could feel myself blushing and sunk lower into the seat.

Patty laughed as the beckoned carhop rolled in our direction and stopped right beside me with a tall, frosty milkshake, piled with cherries, on her tray. She popped her gum, shook her pigtails and handed me the glass and a spoon.

“Crazy fella over there askin’ if you’ll come talk to him.” She set up her tray in Patty’s windowsill and skated away, her skirt fluttering.

Patty and Betty squealed and Betty opened her door and got out to pull the seat forward. She jerked her head in Mr. Cool’s direction. “Go on.”

I looked back towards him but he was busy thumping his thumb against the steering wheel to a Lou Reed song and looking fine in general. Betty reached in after me and tugged on my arm, prying me from the car. I shot her a wistful look as she fussed with my hair and unpinned a few red curls.

“I feel like a bull at an auction,” I objected, “and my milkshake’s gonna melt.”

Betty laughed, took my hand, and squeezed it. “It’s not every day that you get propositioned with ice cream.”

We shared a giggle and I squared my shoulders. “Okay. But if he tries any funny business, he’s got another thing coming,” I declared, and Patty winked at me. 

It felt like a hundred steps to the Chevy and I leaned over the windowsill first. 

He raised an eyebrow and my internal body temperature by ten degrees. That close up, I could see he had a healthy dose of Italian in him or something. He patted the passenger seat with a sexy smile. “C’mere sweet thing, I’m not gonna bite.”

I could feel the color rise in my cheeks. “Whatcha want with me? I don’t even know your name.”

He grinned. “Ricky. Now will you sit with me?”

I opened the door and dropped into the passenger side of the bench seat. That close, I could smell his aftershave, surprisingly yummy and crisp, along with the earthy scent of his leather jacket. He had the sleeves pushed up his forearms and a deep red heart tattoo winked at me as he adjusted the radio. I settled back in my seat and he draped an arm over my shoulders. 

“Gonna tell me your name or am I stuck calling you sweet thing?”

I giggled. “Susie.”

“Susie, do you realize how gorgeous you were in the back of that Pontiac? I can’t resist a redhead.” He ran a finger down my freckled nose, sending a shiver up my spine and a gush of wet between my thighs. 

I licked my lips, fighting to maintain my cool despite the thin sheen of sweat forming on my brow. God, he was so hot. Instead, I pulled his arm towards me to get a better look at his tattoo.

“Here, let me do this.” He shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it in the backseat. His white t-shirt left little doubt he was built under that cotton. He offered his arm for my inspection again. 

As I’d noticed before, it was a red heart with a fluttering ribbon, but instead of some chick’s name inscribed, the black letters only spelled L O V E. I raised an eyebrow and he maneuvered to take my hand in his. He had big hands, and I couldn’t stop eyeballing his broad chest. Even there in the driver’s seat I could tell he was a big fella.

“Got anywhere to be?” His dark eyes twinkled under heavy but trim brows, giving him a sexy smoulder to his piercing gaze. 

I imagined him taking off my clothes a piece at a time and looked back at my friends. Patty gave me a thumbs-up sign and I shrugged. 

“Guess not.”

“Wanna go for a drive?” He squeezed my hand before hovering fingers over the ignition, awaiting my answer.

My heart fluttered and I felt more than a little faint as my clit throbbed between my thighs, curious as to what he really had to offer. “Yeah, sure.”

He fired up the Chevy and revved the engine which raised a lot of heads at the sudden interruption and I laughed, nervous. He felt so naughty and dangerous and I felt like a crushing schoolgirl again. How old was he? Not much younger than me, surely. 

Without another word, he backed the blue Bel Air out and drove us out of the parking lot.

The initial jolt of speed as he dumped us out on the main drag gave me a little shiver along the backs of my arms, and not just from the night air. The sheer excitement of running off with a complete stranger, let alone a completely handsome man…Honest, he had me almost drooling as he shifted gears and that love tattoo flexed with his arm muscles and tendons. 

I knew where he was going when he made a familiar turn. The Lookout. 

No other couples were up there that night to take advantage of the view. I peered over at him. So he thought I was just gonna be that easy, did he?

He put the car in park and switched the key to acc to let the radio keep playing. One Fine Day by the Chiffons was playing as he pulled me close to him, where our thighs were touching. He smelled of gasoline, leather and a musk I could only identify as a combination of aftershave, a hint of cologne and a lot of man. 

“This is nice, huh?” He grinned.

I raised an eyebrow at him. “Ricky, did you pick me up at the drive-in for a quick park and go? ‘Cause I’m not that kind of girl.” Lies. So many lies there. I had a boring life. Mother was always warning me I’d end some sort of old spinster, knitting socks for other peoples’ children. Sure, Ricky would probably do me and dump me but mm…his scent was intoxicating and I bit my lip. Oh, Mother would not approve of him at all. 

“Sure, babe. We can just sit here and talk if you’d rather.” He put his arm around my shoulder and squeezed with long fingers. I turned to look at him and he captured my lips with his. 

Oh, sweet heaven. It was completely in his kiss, just like the song said. His warm lips and lashing tongue assaulted mine with a wildness I’d never before experienced. Boys before him were always timid little animals, ineffective in making me soak my panties just by pressing their lips to mine. 

He sucked my tongue and nipped along my jawline, flicking his tongue just under my ear. 

Something about him just filled me with a great big need and, looking around, I unbuttoned my blouse. 

His gaze dipped to my breasts and back up to meet my eyes. He licked his lip. “You sure, Susie? I don’t wanna make you do something you don’t want.”

In answer, I grabbed the back of his neck, his black hair threading through my fingers and turned sideways to lie back on his seat. 

A predatory gleam entered his eyes and he shook his head. “Mercy. Damn, Susie.”

I arched my back as I let him take off my bra, only to shove his face right between my tits and nip the skin. I raised my hips under him, suddenly annoyed at the long skirt I wore. 

He kissed me again, his fingers gripping my chin in a rough way I really kind of liked. He worked his way back to my neck and bit. 

I gasped, the sensation of pain quickly dulling then blossoming into a near-orgasmic explosion, both in my breasts and my pussy, making me moan. 

He growled in my ear and sucked at my skin, raising up to attack my breasts again, teeth pinching my nipples, sending little spikes of oooh through me. 

My pussy clenched, needing to be filled. 

He busied himself by reaching up under my skirt and finding the patch of wet I couldn’t explain away. 

“I want you, Ricky.” I whispered, and tugged at his hair when he pulled my skirt up then my underwear aside to sample a lick over my swollen and hungry pussy. 

“I want you, too.” His dark gaze met mine and I shivered again, my nipples peaked at the cool air. He crawled up and down my body like an expert, nipping my nipple, squeezing my side in just the right place to make me cry out and nearly beg for his cock, which I hadn’t gotten to yet. 

He settled into a position between my legs and unbuckled his belt while he pressed his thumb up against my clit. “These,” he ripped off my panties, “just have to go.”

My mouth hung open in shock and probably more than a little admiration. Okay, so I was really horny and this man was driving me wild: long fingers, expert tongue and the way he nipped my skin, ohhh, irresistible. 

He pulled his shirt off and threw it in the back seat and I almost fainted. Treasure chest, gorgeous defined abs, even in the dim glow of the dash lights. What, were we nuts? The cops could come at any moment…

He fell over me and kissed my lips, letting me feel his chest under my hands and tug at his little nipples. He growled in my ear as I felt the head of his cock against my cunt. 

“Yes…” I whined, and dug my nails into his sides making him grimace. I caught just a flash of elongated canines and widened my eyes just a little, but that’s when he entered me with a mighty thrust. So big. I went from empty and needing to stuffed with Ricky’s dick. 

He kept kissing my lips and my neck, his hand palming a breast, kneading my flesh like it was modeling clay while stroking me slow and long. I moaned and dragged my nails up his back, making him groan and arch. 

“Faster…” I whined through clenched teeth and he obliged by thrusting faster. My pussy clenched around his cock and we sucked at each other’s lips. I slid my tongue around in his mouth to encounter the pointed teeth I’d just seen. Mm…Orgasm was rising, like a tidal wave, and I rose off his seat, pushing against him, trying to get him deeper inside me. 

He grunted against my neck as I opened my eyes to watch the flow of his muscles in the dash light. The moon’d come out and painted him in a powdery silver. 

The tidal wave reached shore and I hissed, chomping his shoulder between my teeth as I came hard, bolts of pleasure shooting through my body. I screamed, beyond caring if anybody heard me. Oh my God. Oh my God. 

“Jeez, Ricky…oh jeez…” I called out again and he groaned, somehow lengthening his strokes, hitting the bottom of my insides. I nearly passed out; it felt so amazing. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it any longer, he growled low and deep in my ear, and his cock jerked in me. 

He nipped and tugged at my bottom lip to suck, and grimaced as he came. Slowly it dawned on me what he really was and despite my best intentions, I came again. With him. He rocked me as I clamped my thighs around his waist, both of us panting like animals in heat. 

When it was over, he stopped and kissed me tenderly. He stroked my face with the back of his hand. “Such a pretty thing. Sweet doll.” 

I closed my fingers over his. “It’s okay, Ricky. I get what you are. You can take me home now.”

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I never saw him again, but I’ll never forget that love tattoo, because in a way it kind of left a mark on me. The bruises he left on my flesh were from raw exertion and primal urges, not violence and even though he was a vampire, he was the best man I ever had.

Look for Annice’s next short story in July 2012!

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Call Me Jane

Content Advisory: Erotic, Female/Female

The sun dipped below the horizon and she switched her headlights on. The stress of the last few days gave her cabin fever. So she decided to fill her gas tank and just drive. Her only company was her laptop perched in the passenger seat and her pink duffle bag in the backseat. As soon as she hit the highway, she turned her phone off and tucked it into her purse.

No one would miss her for awhile. The newspaper job was remote and she could handle that from any hotel with a wifi connection. The only person who might have worried about her had walked out that morning saying he didn’t think he loved her anymore.

Black Stone Cherry’s Stay blared through the speakers. For a second she thought about turning it off. Instead, she said, “Fuck it,” and sang along at the top of her lungs. Tears blurred her vision and she let them fall. There was no need to be strong now. The night sky wouldn’t judge her moments of weakness. The lonely stretch of road wouldn’t comfort her. She needed to hurt, to let it run its course like a virus.

An hour later she sat on the cheap bedspread of a no-name motel room with her hair wrapped up in a towel. The hot shower had soothed her stiff muscles. Five hours of driving landed her in a town she’d never heard of that seemed to only consist of said motel, a bar and a gas station.

The black mascara didn’t do much to conceal the puffiness around her blue eyes. She stared in the mirror and sighed. How did everything go wrong? Her blonde hair fell past her shoulders and she didn’t bother to dry it. Jeans and a tank top were probably acceptable attire for a hole-in-the-wall bar. She slipped her feet into flip flops and tucked her phone, ID and some cash into her back pocket.

She walked outside and through the shrubbery separating the motel parking lot from the bar. A couple of flood lights illuminated the entrance to the small wood building. The sign above the door read Kiki’s.

As she pulled the door open, she silently prayed it wasn’t a strip club. An old jukebox in the corner played a song by Aerosmith. Two men at a table stared at her as she walked past them toward the bar. Smoke hung heavy in the air and stung her eyes. She didn’t think it was still legal to smoke in bars but she didn’t care much.

Climbing onto a barstool, she ran her finger over the scarred wood. Someone had carved the initials “LM” into the lacquered surface.

“What can I get you, honey?” The tall, dark haired woman behind the bar smiled at her while drying a glass with a white hand towel. A small ring pierced her right nostril and a tattoo of some fancy cursive writing circled her wrist.

“Jack. No ice, please.”

“Damn, girl.” The bartender sat a glass on the bar and filled it halfway with Jack Daniels. “Rough day?”

“You could say that.” She picked up the glass and swirled the amber liquid before taking a swallow.

“You want to open a tab?”

She stuck her hand into her back pocket and unfolded a hundred dollar bill. “Stop me when I get to eighty dollars then keep the change.”

“You’re not driving, are you?”

“Nope. I have a room next door. I’m on foot.”

“Where you from?”

“Nowhere.”

Furrowing her brow, the woman asked, “What’s your name, doll?”

She wanted to be someone else tonight; someone without an ache in her heart and without a demanding job and a mortgage. Someone who wasn’t foolish, lonely and sad. She looked into the woman’s green eyes. “You can call me Jane.”

“All right, Jane. I’m Callie. Holler when you’re ready for a refill.” Callie winked and walked to the other end of the bar to pour another drink for a guy sitting alone.

Jane gulped the rest of the whiskey in her glass and looked up to see Callie walking back toward her.

Without asking, Callie refilled her glass and took out a pack of cigarettes. She shook one out and lit it with a blue lighter. She slid the pack toward Jane. “Help yourself, sweetheart.”

Jane picked up the cigarettes and pulled one out.

Callie held her lighter up and put the flame in front of Jane. “Wanna talk about him?”

Jane fought back the lump in her throat. She didn’t want to talk about him or anything really. She wanted to drink until all the feelings were gone. She shook her head.

Callie leaned her elbow on the bar and tapped her cigarette against a black plastic ashtray. “I was in your shoes six years ago when my husband left me for his bookkeeper. I sat on that side of the bar and cried my eyes out. Kiki felt sorry for me and offered me a job. When my divorce settled, she sold this place to me and I never looked back.” She squeezed Jane’s hand. “I know it feels like the end of world but whenever one door closes another opens.” Callie was pretty in a Bettie Page kind of way. Like old fashioned pretty with pale skin and dark as night hair.

Jane looked at her and whispered. “I don’t want any more open doors. I just want to disappear.”

“This is just the place.” Callie poured a little more into Jane’s glass. “I’m closing up in about fifteen minutes if you wanna hang around. We can talk or drink or whatever.” She smiled and went about collecting glasses from tables.

Jane hadn’t noticed when the other patrons left. No one was in the bar except her and Callie.

Callie flipped a switch by the door and slid the deadbolt. “Officially closed.” She looked at her watch and pulled the elastic tie out of her long hair. “You want another drink?”

“I think I’ve had enough. I’m pretty numb.” Jane laughed.

Callie sat beside her. “I could fix that. In a good way.”

“No offense, but I’m not a lesbian.”

Callie shrugged. “Neither am I.” She looked at Jane. “But you’re pretty and lonely and you’re breaking my heart.”

Jane swallowed and stared back at her. “Actually, the last thing I want is another guy right now.”

“I know that feeling. I went through a couple of relationships with women after my divorce. I’m not gay but I do enjoy women from time to time.”

Jane had never been with a woman but she wasn’t turned off by the idea and Callie was beautiful with lush curves and pretty eyes. Jane reached out and touched her hair. “Soft.”

Callie leaned into her touch and put her hand on Jane’s leg. She pressed her lips to Jane’s cheek. “Do you want to go back to my place?”

Jane thought for a minute. “How about my room? Two minutes away.”

Callie smiled. “Perfect.”

Jane slid the key card through the reader and pushed the door to her room open.

Callie followed her inside and dropped her purse on the floor. “Nice digs.” She pulled a bottle of Jack out of her bag. “Let’s drink.”

Jane grinned. “I think there are some plastic cups next to the sink.”

Callie filled two cups halfway and handed one to Jane. “Here’s to us.”

Jane touched her cup to Callie’s and they both downed the whiskey and put their cups on the table by the window.

“You know, we don’t have to do anything. We can just talk. Whatever you need, honey.” Callie touched Jane’s face.

The tears came again and Jane tried to hold them back. Her voice cracked. “I just want to forget. Just for tonight.”

“You got it.” Callie placed her hands on Jane’s hips and squeezed. “Don’t cry.”

“I have no idea what I’m doing, I mean I know what I’m doing but I’m not sure how to do this.”

Callie licked her lips and tilted her head. “You don’t have to do anything. I’ll take care of you.” She pulled Jane closer and kissed her softly on the mouth.

Jane wrapped her arms around Callie’s neck and slipped her tongue into her mouth. She tasted like cigarettes and spearmint and her breasts were soft pressed against Jane’s body. A familiar slow burn built inside her.

Callie pulled Jane’s tank top over her head and unbuttoned her jeans.

Jane stepped out of her pants and kicked them aside. She reached around her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor.

Callie stripped out of her t-shirt and skirt and pushed Jane back on the bed. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.” She crawled up over Jane. “Don’t be sad. Let it go for now.” She kissed Jane’s neck and trailed her tongue lower before closing her lips on Jane’s nipple. Callie sucked gently and caressed Jane’s other breast, pinching the hard tip.

Jane moaned and tangled her fingers into Callie’s hair. “God, that feels good.”

Callie took her time moving from one breast to the other, licking and sucking. Her hand slipped between Jane’s legs and she stroked the cotton covering her pussy.

Jane let her knees fall apart. She had just enough whiskey in her to relax and go with the moment.

Callie stopped to pull Jane’s underwear off. She settled between Jane’s legs and kissed the inside of her thigh. “I can’t wait to eat you. You smell so sweet. Like apples.” She used two fingers to spread Jane’s pussy open. “Pretty.” She lowered her head and licked Jane’s clit.

Jane gasped and pulled on Callie’s hair. “Damn.” She closed her eyes and arched her back.

Callie slid two fingers inside her and started a steady in and out rhythm. She covered Jane’s pussy with her mouth and sucked her clit while rubbing her tongue against it.

Jane squeezed her own nipples, intensifying the wave of pleasure building in her body. Her toes tingled and her stomach tightened with each stroke of Callie’s fingers and every pass of her tongue.

“I’m gonna come. Don’t stop.” Jane panted and squirmed, her thighs tightening around Callie’s head.

Callie curled her fingers inside Jane’s cunt and stroked that spot that pushed her to the brink of delirium.

Jane’s pussy contracted and electricity coursed through her body, touching every nerve with delicious liquid heat. She heard her own heartbeat echoing in her ears as she lost all control and gave in to the orgasm. Her clit thumped against Callie’s tongue and she screamed in surrender.

Callie didn’t stop but slowed her strokes in and out of Jane’s pussy. She lifted her face up. “Mmm. I loved that.”

Breathing hard, Jane nodded. “Me, too. Oh my God.”

 Callie crawled up beside her and pushed her hair away from her face. “Kiss me.”

Jane rolled to her side and cupped Callie’s face. “You’re so pretty.” She touched her lips to Callie’s.

Callie squeezed one of Jane’s hands and moved it down to her chest. “Help me come, baby.”

“Show me what you like,” Jane answered, holding Callie’s breast and running her thumb over the dark nipple.

“It won’t take much. I’m so fucking hot already. Rub my clit.”

Jane slipped her hand between Callie’s legs and explored her pussy. She was soft and hot and wet. Jane turned her wrist to push two fingers inside Callie.

Callie moaned and squeezed her eyes shut. “Yes. Finger fuck me.”

Jane inhaled the flowery scent of Callie’s perfume and imagined herself masturbating. She knew what felt good and that’s what she did to Callie. She slid her fingers deeper and harder and used her thumb to make tight circles over Callie’s slick clit. Lowering her head, she licked Callie’s nipple before nibbling it with her teeth.

A slow but steady tremble started in Callie’s body and her breathing accelerated. “Jesus. That’s so fucking good. Make me come.” She groaned and dug her nails into Jane’s shoulders. “Fuck me harder.”

Jane rammed her fingers inside Callie and pressed firmly on her clit, moving her thumb up and down and side to side. “Come for me.”

Callie’s clit hardened and her pussy clenched on Jane’s fingers right before she screamed. Her body twisted and squirmed. Her come dripped down Jane’s fingers and on to her wrist.

She pulled Jane’s hand away from her pussy and licked Jane’s fingers. “Dammit. That was so good. I can die now.” Callie rolled on to her back, still panting.

“Really? I did okay?” Jane smiled. She guessed she didn’t do half bad for her first time.

“Awesome, darlin’.” Callie got up and poured them each another drink. Her body was curvier than Jane’s and her boobs were bigger. A tiny waist gave the impression her hips were wider than they really were. She had the classic hourglass figure and Jane was surprised how attracted she was to this woman.

They lay in bed and sipped their drinks. Jane cuddled closer to Callie. “Jane isn’t my real name.”

Callie winked at her. “I know that, doll. And you don’t have to tell me your real name. In the morning, I’ll walk out of here and hope that maybe you’ll come back someday. You know where to find me.”

Jane kissed her again. “Thank you. For being what I needed, just for tonight and for letting me be someone else.”

Look for Melissa’s next short story on July 28, 2012!

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The Voluptuous Correspondence of Lady X, Installment Fifteen

My dearest Richard,

It seems we've spent so much of our time engaged in intimate acts in the full view of other people. While I've taken great pleasure with all of our adventures, I find myself longing for some time for ourselves and in a setting more conducive to romance and emotional intimacy. I fear we shall never have such privacy in London, surrounded by the crush of the city and immersed in a society not created to foster the sort of love we share. Outside of the few places like Sir Walter’s salons, there are so many limitations on physical expression. So many obligations. So much forbidden.

Let's imagine a world of our own -- someplace where we can freely become the people we are without the trappings of polite existence. Without even clothing, if we desire. Ours would be a place of pleasant climate, with dappled sun and warm breezes. We'd walk alongside a river with currents gentle enough for us to swim if we wished. As we went, the layers of our clothes would dissolve. Simply disappear in a way that wouldn't be possible in reality. This is our fantasy, my darling, and so we may set the rules. We wouldn't even remark on our emerging nakedness but would simply go hand in hand, gazing on each other out of loving eyes. Lust would simmer beneath the surface, but we wouldn't face any pressures of limited time or prying eyes. We could stay as long as we cared, knowing no one waited for us.

I wonder if I've told you, dearest, how much I love your shoulders. You might think that an odd part of a man's body to admire, but yours show your strength. In your perfectly tailored suits, you cut a fine figure wherever we go, and I can hardly wonder that you garner so much feminine attention. In fact, I insist that any woman who doesn't take an immediate interest in you must be half dead.

But, back to your shoulders... A woman needs an anchor while in the depths and heights of her sexual arousal. Fools would assert that the female of the species has no physical needs and only submits to keep the interest of her mate. Idiocy. When a woman has a lover as skillful as you, the sex act can set a her adrift into pure madness. Madness of the most delicious kind, but insanity nevertheless. The power of our response could be frightening, indeed, if we couldn't grasp at something solid to keep us steady. I clutch your shoulders.

As your magnificent cock moves inside me, urging total surrender from my body, I dig my fingertips into your shoulders, reveling in the tension of your muscles as you hold your body above mine. In the perfection of our world, I'll cast glances at you while we walk along. At your rear (women do really look at men's arses, my darling, if given the chance), and at your cock to assess it's readiness, and at your shoulders. I'll reach up and place my palm on one, and you'll respond by slipping an arm around my waist.

We’ll fit together perfectly, our strides matched so that neither of us rushes the other. By now, we will have danced together in so many ways, by simply walking together, by sharing a waltz, and by the most vigorous entangling of limbs and bodies. As we go along in our paradise, your hand will stroke my ribs and skim upwards to the side of my breast. I'll shiver slightly, but not from any chill. Remember that the air is warm enough to support our nakedness. No, my reaction will arise from mounting excitement.

Though we won’t need to fear interruptions nor have to hasten our encounter to fit some manmade deadline, I'll nevertheless develop a pressing need for you. I'll resist it, though, letting the anticipation build so that when I finally succumb, my release will be all the more intense.

By now, of course, your cock will have stirred, and I'll know that your excitement equals mine. (Will we ever tire of each other? I think not.) I only need to find some way to make this encounter unique so that it burns its way into our memories. Perhaps, I'll dash through the field that beckons at the end of the lane and make you pursue me before I allow you to cover my body with your own and claim your prize. Or, I'll play the great lady and command you to your knees before me so that your tongue can pleasure my cunny. No, instead, I'll play the river sprite -- a lustful nymph who commands your presence in my element.

But first, I'll have to prepare you by sending your need for me from the simmer to a level where you’ll do anything for completion and relief. I'll stop and kneel in front of you, my knees settling into the soft grass at your feet. You’ll realize my intent immediately, and your member will respond by growing stiff enough to stand out from your body. My precious plaything. How I admire it. How I enjoy holding it between my palms and petting it until it fairly throbs in my hands.

This day, I'll do more than that. I'll close my lips around the head and suck you as deeply into my mouth as I can manage. You’ll give out that groan that tells me how much I please you. The dear sound of my lover’s approval. It always spurs me on to make you even harder, thicker, and so eager for my loving attentions. I'll suck deeper and faster, my head bobbing.

When you begin to thrust your hips as you do when you’re inside me, I'll know that now is the time to engage in play. If you were to become any more aroused, I'd be cruel not to bring you to orgasm on the spot. Any less aroused, and you might well decide to launch some game of your own instead of engaging in mine. So, I'll rise, and before you can take me in your arms, I'll jump away and lead you a chase to the river.

I know how to swim, my love. The vicar’s son taught me when I was a young girl. It was very naughty of both of us, although quite devoid of sexuality, and it left me with a great love of the water, which I scarcely get to enjoy as an adult.

In any case, I'll astonish you as I plunge into the warm currents of the river. You’ll follow, and soon we’ll find ourselves laughing and splashing. I'll pretend to let you catch me only to dart away at the last moment. I’ll swim off, fighting the current. You’ll pursue me and eventually overtake me. When you catch me in your arms, we’ll float together, staring up into tree limbs overhanging the water and to the sky beyond.

Oh, that this world could be real and not a creation of my imagination. Perhaps, we’ll find such a place some day, far from London and all our obligations. Until then, I’ll spin you tales in my letters, and we’ll take our pleasure as best we can.

In our magical place, you’ll guide us toward the shallow water where you can stand while I wrap myself around you and lift my face for a kiss. Your lips will taste especially sweet in our private heaven, and soon I’ll be drunk with passion. Your cock, which had softened during our earlier play, will swell again. Now buoyed by the water, I can merely float down onto you, taking your hardness between my wet folds.

United now, we’ll stare into each other’s eyes, sharing our certain knowledge that we belong together for eternity. And then, the narcotic of your lovemaking will steal my reason, and I’ll concentrate solely on the feel of you inside me. You always fill me so completely, taking ultimate possession of me, body and soul. With the sounds of birdsong in my ears and the scent of grass and warm earth in my nostrils, I’ll begin the climb to completion. The water will churn around us as our movements become more frantic. Now, more than ever, I’ll need your solid presence to hold me fast…to keep me from flying apart into a thousand pieces…and I’ll hang onto your shoulders.

Your fingers gripping my buttocks, you’ll thrust into me faster and deeper…so deep. Neither of us can hold back any longer. The orgasm approaches. My body tenses, readying itself for the release. When it comes, I open my throat and sing out my pleasure. When my pussy spasms around your cock, you climax with me. Now, our voices twine around each other, rising to the leaves above us and scattering the birds. The moment freezes time, and we stay suspended in sweet madness.

Eventually, it will end, and we’ll return to sanity, my head resting on your shoulder and you hold me in the circle of your arms. Peace and satisfaction so complete it couldn’t exist in the real world.

Tell me we’ll find such a place some day, my darling. The world couldn’t be so cruel as to allow us to imagine such heaven without offering some hope that we can have it in reality. Promise me we’ll search for our river, not ceasing until we find it. Promise.

Until we’re together again and I can gaze into your beloved face, I’ll keep this dream in my heart. I love you so.

Your adoring X

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