My darling Richard,
Thank you for my presents and the delightful recounting of your exploits at Sir Walter’s salon. I had to laugh at the image of all you men sitting in various chairs in Sir Walter’s drawing room, cocks at the ready, with a like number of women kneeling between your legs. I have no doubt that your rod was the biggest and most beautiful there. And I can personally testify to your ability to delay your own release in service of some grander purpose…usually to increase my pleasure.
How perceptive of this “Jane” to choose you for that particular game. I suspect, as you did, that she’d observed your performance during our visit together at Sir Walter’s and concluded she could use your stamina for her own ends. That she chose winning a game over having you as a lover says much about her. Certainly, no one in Sir Walter’s acquaintance needs prize money, so she must value competition and victory over her own sexual pleasure. What an interesting creature. We must surely take her to our bed, if she’s agreeable, when we next are able to spend any amount of time in each other’s embrace. I’m sure I can make use of her talented mouth and will happily return the favor with you looking on.
I must convince X to come back to town soon so we can put our plan into motion. I fear if I stay here one more day, the ivy that covers the walls will climb into my bedroom, wrap its tendrils around my limbs as I sleep, and anchor me to the place forever. Of course, were it to bind me to the bed to await your kiss to awaken me, you could break the spell, like the prince who freed Sleeping Beauty. In our story, the kiss wouldn’t grace my mouth but would fall squarely onto the lips between my legs.
What fancies. My mind wanders to the strangest places, powered by loneliness and unsatisfied lust. I need a good dose of your loving to bring my imagination back under control. Until I can take my pleasure in your arms, I’ll have to make do with your presents.
And what sensual treats they are. I recognized the dildo for what it was immediately. Shaped like a human phallus, it’s long and thick with a prominent head. So skillfully made out of one piece of leather, it feels almost like a human cock when warmed between my palms. I’ll make good use of it. It won’t satisfy me, despite it’s considerable girth, but I’ll pretend it’s you and enjoy the fullness in my pussy.
The other contraption had me stumped, I will admit. Shorter and more slender than the dildo, it’s made of polished wood with an odd disc at the tip. The face of said disc is covered with smooth nubs. No matter how I studied it, I couldn’t find anything that resembled human anatomy that might give me a clue to the device’s use.
Then, I spotted a key that still lay inside the package you sent. It fit into a lock at the base of the strange object. When I twisted, nothing appeared to happen, although a clicking sound from inside told me I’d tripped some mechanism. Sure enough, when I removed the key from the lock, the tiny machine came to life, the disc at the end rotating and vibrating for several seconds.
My darling, what an intriguing puzzle you put before me. So like you to give me no clue to how it works but leave me to figure it out through my own investigation. After re-inserting the key, I twisted more, this time giving it several full turns. As I’d guessed, the thing stayed in motion longer, and I finally figured out its function. I’m going to take both of these to my room and will finish this letter once I’ve completed my experiments.
I do love you, dearest Richard. Off to play…
I’m back, beloved, and oh, my, what a delightful hour I’ve passed. After I undressed and stretched out on my bed, I spent delicious minutes using the dildo to tease my poor cunny. I’d press the head against the entrance to my sex, easing it in no more than an inch or so and then pulling it back out again. I drove myself into quite a state in that manner, my sex becoming wet enough not only to accept the firm shaft inside me but to demand it. Finally, I had no choice but to press deeper.
With one hand manipulating the dildo in and out of my cunny, I had the other free to squeeze a breast and tug at the nipple. I imagined the pressure came from your chest against me as you moved inside me. I wasn’t completely successful in that regard, but that hardly mattered with such a large object plundering my depths. I became more and more aroused and might have climaxed with no more stimulation than this, but of course, my mind wandered to the other machine you’d sent. How wonderful would it feel to have the good services of both the dildo and the vibrating disc.
Though I had to stop the thrusting to reach for the device where I’d set it on the table next to my bed, I delayed the impending orgasm in hopes of giving myself one even better. I took the time to turn and turn the key in the base until it wouldn’t move for even one more twist. Once I’d put it against my pearl, I wouldn’t want for it to stop.
It made a most satisfying hum as it whirred to life, and now I could employ both of your gifts at once. I resumed a vigorous thrusting, plunging the dildo in and out of my pussy while I guided the rotating tip of the other devise against my clitoris. My most precious lover, the sensations overwhelmed me completely. I could scarcely breathe as my lust caught me in its grip. I could only just hold onto enough sanity to continue moving the leather shaft inside me as I approached the crest.
At the end, even that required more sanity than I could manage, and I gave up on all efforts other than holding the disc against my pearl. The climax nearly lifted me off the bed, and I must have let out a cry. Anyone outside in the hall would have heard me. When the spasms started, my inner muscles gripped at the dildo, finding its hardness more than satisfying. Though the orgasm felt as if it would go on forever, it did eventually end, and I fell back against the mattress, gasping in an effort to draw air into my lungs. The vibrating device fell beside me, still spinning. It continued for some time, reassuring me that it would have lasted much longer, had I needed it to. A very clever little machine and a true gift to womanhood. I hope the designer has become rich from it.
In this manner, I spent the good part of an hour, enjoying orgasm after orgasm until I’d quite exhausted myself. Finally, limp with satisfaction, I lay quietly with only enough strength to listen to my own breathing. Eventually, the hour for dinner approached, and I only had time to finish this letter before I’d have to dress.
I have no more than a few minutes before my maid comes to do up my hair. I scarcely know why I bother as X never remarks on my appearance, and his guests in the God forsaken place care for nothing but card games and the health of their pigs. Still, a woman in my position must maintain a certain standard of living. As a result, I can only dash off a few more words to remind you of the depth of my feelings for you. Only you would know me well enough to select these gifts - exactly what I need to keep me sane until we can be together again.
Still, we must contrive to see each other again. If I can’t persuade X that we need to return to town, perhaps I can conceive of some excuse that I should take an excursion. We could meet somewhere, maybe another little cottage of our own. I desire you with all my body, heart, and soul.
Well now, just see what an afternoon with your sex toys has done for me. Expect more letters in this vein from me in the near future. Until we can again gaze on each other’s faces, I remain,
Your devoted X
