My dearest X,
I read your latest, with its lustful story, with great delight. Trust you to find erotic amusement wherever it hides, even in the kitchen garden of the local vicarage in a town so obscure no one in London would have heard of it. I pictured your pudgy vicar and his sturdy lady of the parish engaging in naughty role play and laughed along with you. Your letters always bring me joy even though they remind me that we’re apart.
Shall I purchase some short pants so you may take a ruler to my arse? We’ll see if that gets Long Tom’s attention. If not, we’ll find some other way to raise him to his full glory. In truth, I need no more than your nearness to become erect and ready to fill your chamber with my cock.
There, now. Merely writing of the possibility has had the usual effect on me, and Priapus stands proud and eager in my pants. We must find some way to be together again, my darling. My last thoughts before I drift off to sleep are of you, and I wake every morning pretending I’ll find your face on the pillow next to mine. I suffer bitter disappointment when I open my eyes to discover you aren’t there.
Now then, I hope I’ve discovered sufficient enticement to win you away from X for several days if not a fortnight. When I’ve told you of my plan, I’m sure you’ll see that you must not miss this opportunity but will find some desperate way to convince X you have concerns you must attend to elsewhere. Perhaps we can concoct a story of a lady friend who’s become ill and requires you by her side for some time. Say you have an acquaintance X knows little enough that he wouldn’t check with her about your whereabouts while you’re away.
Have I piqued your interest, my darling? Are you clutching my letter in your fists wondering what delights I’m offering? Be a good girl, and don’t skip ahead but follow my story as it unfolded if you wish to understand the full implications of my proposal.
While traversing the street that leads to the park yesterday, I was hailed to a lady’s carriage standing nearby. The person in question was someone we’d met at Sir Walter’s party. You’ll remember Miss Creighton, the mistress of the swinging trapeze. She’d recognized me walking along and decided to stop to discover if I’d enjoy a bit of voluptuous play while we took a drive through the park. I could hardly pretend shyness after having fucked her so thoroughly at the salon, but then, you’d been with me to approve (and frankly to enjoy watching) any sexual acts I might engage in with the rest of the women.
I did climb into the carriage to explain the difficulty of the situation…that I had a lover who owns my heart…but before I could raise any objection, she cut me off with a cryptic statement that she had a secret which, if revealed, would easily convince my lover to share me as a reward for her information.
You must remember, my dear, that I’ve suffered your absence so keenly that desperation would make me take any risk to win the chance to see you and love your sweet cunny once again. Miss Creighton agreed that fucking as violent as we’d performed at Sir Walter’s would not only alarm her driver but would shake the carriage to such an extent as to draw the attention of people passing by. She suggested, instead, the we reach into each other’s clothing and make each other spend while the scenery rolled by. I agreed.
Given the contrivances of women’s small clothes, I could hardly have gotten my hand into Miss Creighton’s drawers, but that turned out to be unnecessary as I only needed to press my fingers against her pussy to discover the wetness of the fabric and the firmness of her nubbin. If I’d had any doubt concerning the latter, her muffled cry of surprise and pleasure confirmed that I had, indeed, found the right spot.
“Now, then,” I said. “You must tell me the secret you used to persuade me to pleasure you.”
“I will, dear Richard, only let me enjoy your touch for a moment,” she said. “You do that so well.”
Her eyes closed in rapture, and I continued my stimulation of her clitoris. After a bit, she seemed to realize she’s promised to touch me, as well, and she reached to the fastenings of my pants and undid them one by one. By now, my cock had reared his head, and when she finally freed him, he sprang into her palm.
You know I have a passionate nature, my darling, and I’ve kept myself aloof from other women since the day we last parted. As much as I would have preferred your hand on my cock, I could hardly resist the opportunity to give it some relief from the constant ache your absence causes. In short, I nearly spent the moment she stroked me and caressed the head with her thumb.
“Why, what a livid color you are,” she exclaimed. “I do believe you’ll climax soon. I would so love to watch.”
“Not without your secret first,” I said, although I doubt I could have controlled my response had she insisted on bringing me to orgasm.
“Do indulge me a bit longer,” she replied. “My secret will be worth your having to wait, I promise.”
And so, I did my utmost to arouse her passions, observing which sorts of touches most excited her. Her clitoris became quite distended, and I discovered a prominent head. That I tugged at gently until she fell back against the seat of the carriage and her breathing turned to gasps. I could hardly fail to recognize her state…right at the boundary separating high arousal from the rapid climb to orgasm. In that condition, she couldn’t have answered questions even if she’d wished to, so I decided to finish her and rely on her earlier promise to reveal her secret to me.
Within moments, a flush covered her neck and face, and her hips rose as her climax claimed her. To her credit, she managed not to shout loudly enough to bring her driver around to see if she needed rescue. Her pussy completely soaked her drawers and, had I had a finger inside her chamber, I no doubt would have enjoyed its rhythmic convulsions. To all appearances, I’d given her a satisfactory experience, indeed.
Of course, that left my cock without release, and nothing had occurred to lessen its throbbing or crimson color. When Miss Creighton’s eyes fluttered open, she immediately glanced at where her hand rested on my thigh.
“The poor man,” she said. “Still so rigid and unsatisfied.”
“I’ve done as you wish,” I said. “May I not know your secret now?”
“I think not. I haven’t performed my part of our bargain.” At that, she grasped me again and proceeded to stroke my whole length, from the base to the head. I finally admitted to myself that she’d won her point and I’d have to let her watch me spend. Priapus fairly twitched with delight at my decision, and I rested back against the seat cushions and let her have her way with me.
I did allow myself the luxury of pretending you were caressing me in preparation for a vigorous coupling. As the carriage rolled beneath me, I imagined you raising your skirts - you wouldn’t be wearing drawers, my darling - climbing over me and guiding your cunny down onto my pego. For the longest time, we wouldn’t have to move against each other but would let the natural motion of the conveyance give us a gentle fucking.
That fantasy didn’t last for long, however, as my lust had built to such a level that I’d have to come within minutes, if not seconds. I imagined you riding me while I bucked beneath you. While Miss Creighton continued stroking me, I pictured the walls of your pussy tightening around me, so deliciously hot and wet, in preparation for your completion.
By that point, I could endure no more, and the climax roared through me. I released semen into her hand in streams. Through the haze of fulfilled lust, I scarcely heard her squeals of delight, and when I finally finished, I slumped against the cushions, working to get breath back into my lungs.
Now, my dearest, because you’ve patiently followed my story thus far, I’ll share Miss Creighton’s secret with you, and you’ll see that our reunion is imperative. She revealed that she’d just learned Sir Walter keeps a very private club in the country. Several years ago, he purchased a large estate and had it furnished to accommodate several couples for extended licentious enjoyment. The house is now finished, equipped with everything voluptuaries would need to allow for the fullest enjoyment of each other’s bodies. She also felt sure she could arrange for us to attend for a long house party, which as you know, could last for weeks rather than days.
What say you, heart of my heart? Can you get away from X for some time so you may join me at Sir Walter’s new den of iniquity? Tell me you can. I’ll hardly sleep waiting for your answer.
With that, I remain,
Your eager Richard.
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