This story contains mature or graphic content.
I couldn’t sleep very well last night … My kids were over for their “every-other-weekend visitation,” and, as much as I DO love them, I missed being able to call my girlfriend and whisper sweet nothings into the phone, lest they overhear, and report this back to their Mom …
Actually, sweet and (somewhat) pornographic sweet nothings would be a more accurate description of our usual communiqués …
So, I was pleasantly surprised to get the following in my morning e-mail, titled, “I woke up early …”
It read:
“ … and my bed seemed especially big and empty … I thought of what if you were there beside me … what would I do … would I curl up next to you and go back to sleep? …
No … I don’t think so … I think I’d move next to you, ever so gingerly and start to kiss you, not on the lips, but on your chest, softly, and work my way gently, lightly, down your abdomen until I reached what I suspect would be an already swollen cock … I’d give it a few kisses, a few well placed tongue strokes just to make it nice and hard … then, kissing and licking my way up your body I’d reach your mouth … lightly, I would …
Of course I had to reply! The fact that my kids were asleep in the next room just meant that I couldn’t take matters literally into my own hands! I wrote:
“It wasn’t anywhere near as nice as waking up to that!! I like your description, although it does pose a “small” problem ... one that grew ever larger as I read your note ... Now what should I do with this, since you aren’t here to assist in calming it down … hmmm, I guess I will just have to wait for relief in that particular department!
Love,
—Yer Beau
I am really looking forward to seeing just how hot this chain of erotic epistles gets before our next meeting, this Friday!!
—LD
