LOVE:MY RESISTANCE IS OVER

I dream of you nightly. I think of you daily,  How can  I not write this letter to celebrate how very special you are to me?  I’m compelled to do so…

Such wonderful intimacy we share, no covering up, complete vulnerability. To possess such passion and desire within, to experience such intimacy with someone…  is intoxicating.

We both have questioned the norm in this relationship because it exceeds all expectations and boundaries.  What a joy it is to make love to each other passionately. What joy we take in discovering the pleasures of each other’s bodies. Sex between you and I makes us feel alive, it lets the other know how much we cherish them , it’s exciting and thrilling to know that we desire each other so much.  Your kisses are like the breeze whispering over my lips. Gentle, fluttering, soft… at other times, they’re demanding and stormy…and always, always, equally passionate. I feel breathless and yet so alive.

It’s magical to be with a woman who feels the same as I. When we’re in the backyard and the need for each other becomes too intense, we make love with abandon . When we’re in the ocean kissing, you had no qualms about slipping me inside of you and letting the waves takes us to the brink of ecstasy. If we are driving somewhere and I'm aroused, I want to pull over so I can pleasure you with my mouth, taste you, devour you…

When I need to cum I want you to sense that urgency and take me, bring me to the very depths  of carnal pleasure.  I love knowing that I’m with a woman I can masturbate in front of;  touch myself for both my enjoyment and your visual pleasure.  One-sided, both sides…it’s all good. I don’t care what is normal for other people , I only know that I am so connected to you, so “one” with you that I want to make love every day,  I need it as I need air to breathe or eight hours of sleep each day. Insatiable lust, unparalleled desire, we have so much chemistry together that “normal” has been redefined.

Making love with you is exquisite, sensuous.I’m imagining you in bed beside me now. Reaching over, cupping your breast. Fondling your nipple as it grows hard….I’m imagining kissing your mouth. Oh how sexy your mouth is…I get transported to another place when I kiss your mouth. Our tongues touch ever so lightly. Our lips are just barely grazing each other, and that wonderful delicious fire is rapidly spreading through my body.

As we kiss, I do what comes so naturally when I’m in your arms; I want to open your legs a little. I can feel your pussy getting wet and the urgency in me is already building. I am on top of you now, kissing you ever so gently. Teasing you with my lips. I open your legs a little wider as you feel the hardness of my manhood pressing against you

I feel myself growing more aroused as ever so gently I reach down and touch your labia, gently opening you. tease at your pussy lips exploring and opening your dripping cunt but not touching your pleasure center.

I whisper, “I want you,  I want to be inside of you “  But despite my pleading, you tell me “not yet my love, I want to enter that sweet pussy of yours and have you cum all over my cock. I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked.I want to feel your pussy milk me, want to feel that tight little snatch convulsing on my rod.” I continue trailing kisses down your throat, igniting the fire within your soul…

And finally, finally, you whisper “NOW I'm  ready baby” as I plunge my rock hard manhood deep inside you.

Instantly it starts happening, You go over the precipice and wave after wave engulfs your steaming pussy. You feel yourself squirting all over my beautiful cock with every deep thrust  that I give you. And finally my body stops jerking and spasming and there it is, that smile….the smile that tells you how satisfied I am, how much passion you’ve tapped into and released in you. How alive and manly I feel in your arms.  How I feel made love to like never, ever before….

The wonderful thing about us is that you’re also my best friend. The first person I think of when I have news to share. The first person I think of when somethings bothering me. The woman who’s opinion I want. The woman who treats me as a prince should be. You’re the woman I laugh with. Oh what fun we have together!What a wonderful combination of friends and lovers…unquelled passion , true companionship…

This is how it should be when you’re in love with someone. Every little thing I want to bounce off of someone comes to you.   I want to see things and do things with you that we haven’t experienced so far , I want to experience every little thing life has to offer, with you by my side.

I am so, so grateful for the gift that is you. THANK YOU for being wonderful you.



PART 2

Whispering fingertips across my skin, leaving trails of regret for what will be missed. Sparks ignite with each wandering up my arm to my shoulder, an imploring whimper to not kiss me on the spot between my shoulder and spine. The spot that makes me want to give in, the spot that make me want to taste your kisses.

The weight of your body atop of mine, cloth that covers, confines and traps. Purposeful refrain. My cock pulsing into you, felt but not tasted. Longings not fulfilled, fault lines not traced. I let the time slip. Another year.

Will I regret what never happened?

In my bed empty, warm surrounded by cold, the wind blows through cracks, the wind forces the aloneness to consume. My mind maps out all the routes that lead back to my bed, were aloneness becomes coiled, wet breathed, hot burst of angst energy that overtakes the others loneliness. Your lack of sensual truth and my bull shit expectations burst forth from our tongues in debate, meaningless words pour from my tongue dripping in a trickle from my chin to your eager open mouth. Fluid exchange.

My head tilted to the side, cradled in too much pillow- a gaze into you, so close your smell is intoxicating and sober in one. Walking the steps of your body, my fingers learning (or relearning), the curves, the folds,the creases- the touch that will make you sigh and twist around to expose the softness of your underbelly . A tortuous invitation.

The temptation of a slut lulled into the rocking stiffening motion only a cock like mine can give. Turning my head back into the pillow, I don’t watch, because I know, it’s too late.

I feel your soft skin drag across the length of my arm, like your fingertips, the sensation sends a vibration through my entirety. I want more. Turning my head from the mass of pillows to face you, to watch you complete the trail to my lips. Looking at each other, it’s easy to see the defeat, the lust, the pieces missing from my failed relationship before, my weakness that stems from my dick to my mouth, the glinting drip forming your pussy, and the love.

Without compunction my mouth parts, my tongue wants that drop, I need to have that memory of your taste. Fluid exchange. Your pussy responds to my tongues lick,. Sliding into and out of you, feeling the walls, and that make your pussy contracts for more.

It’s over, my resistance is over.



PART 4

My darling,

The single thought of you, gives me this sudden urge to be with you and to enjoy the sweetness of your soft skin and your exhilarating odors. I mean, the smell of your breath, the smell of the sweat under your arm pits and the exciting aromas harbored between your beautiful, gorgeous tights. But just the thoughts of you are not good enough. I want you with me as soon as possible, so that we can repeat the eternal ritual of bathing you with my tongue and rediscover every single one of those fragrances. I want to repeat that delicious route of kissing you, starting with the back of your neck, only to stop at the precise moment when you hold my head, keeping me from reaching your knees.

I want to be with you and celebrate you presence with simple caresses; the kind of caresses that would go unnoticed if they were done in the middle of the street, in broad day light, but gain a different meaning and dimension when they are done by the candle light or in the semi-darkness of the bedroom.

I want to be with you now and forever. May soul was caught by your affection and your body lightens up mine. I want to smell all the pours of your skin, as if you were a garden in bloom and my lips had taken the shape of a hummingbird. My darling, loved and adored one, I miss you so much. In your body, I want to sense the smell of nature, like the force and the energy you can sense in the woods after summer rain.

A kiss from yours



PART 5

My darling,

I want you at all times. Sometimes I wish I could have you glued to me, well kept in my body like a tattoo or a piercing. I would like to feel you very close to my skin, making my hair stand on end at every hours of the day, as if I could feel the warm breeze of the sea.

I want you more and more.Whenever you want me, I’ll be with you. Next to you, under the covers, glued to your soft body, and willing to satisfy your most secret wishes, and also those your shinny, naughty little eyes can’t hide, much as you try to disguise it.

Every time you want me, I’ll be by your side. I’ll be turning you into the most spoiled (licked and kissed) pussycat in the world). And it’s not only because I love you; it’s because you are beautiful and elegant like a cat; when we make love, you can almost copy the same excruciating moans of those little naughty pussy cats that enjoy the moonlight on the roof tops.
You don’t even have to show me your claws, because, every time you let your hair down, it reminds me of a cat’s tale ready to receive her male. You always remind me a cat raising her hips and meowing with pleasure. That’s why I always want to be with you, because I feel like the ideal “animal” to invade your magnificent, flexible body and extract the best it has to offer.
I love penetrating you. And feel your little eyes close, your pubic hair standing and your tights opening to receive what you like the best, that part of my body you love the most, the part that gives you the most pleasure, that makes you feel like the most cared and loved pet in the planet.
Pussycat, it doesn’t matter if it’s not full moon tonight. Today, I just want you to know that I can’t wait to make you feel like the most loved pussycat in this world, be it lying on soft pillows or in the dark alleys of the big cities.

A kiss from




PART 6

The heat of my body is alive with anticipation from the thought of your touch...the taste of your lips...the feeling of your skin against mine. All I have are these ideas as I lay down at night....the solace of my bed a reminder that it's all hope that I breath on. Imagining your single touch sets my soul on fire....my insides weak with recognition of the long lost emotions you'd invoke from me. The lonely ache that comes from it when I see it's only in my mind....the yearning to just want you near...to feel your touch as affirmation thatyou're really out there. Knowing i'll melt when your eyes look into mine....I can feel your hands caress a breath away...wanting so much to just feel alive again in your arms. Like an addiction my soul searches for you...for what have been seeking....needing...to just feel you close to me...

Most of these things undefinable...but there ...growing deep in the heart of me..is a tidal wave of rich emotion. Emotions in me I thought long lost...growing feelings in me I didnt think would ever be found...
Making me alive again...complete

Yet theres a fear welling up in me like a slow tidle wave...fear of rejection...losing myself...losing you...that it's hopeless to need and want you to have all these feelings, all the same affection and yearning...and the fear of heartbreak...how so fragile i am...
Are you really out there...?Am I just wasting away in hope?
And if i fell for you....would you be there to catch me.....?


PART 7

Last night I woke in beads of sweat after dreaming of us. In it we found ourselves in total abandon, writhing in passion. We were enjoying the hot summer day on the beach when suddenly a beautiful tropical rain started to pour. Your sundress got soaked while we struggled to stay sheltered under a palm tree. I then felt your lips teasing my earlobes as I gently tugged on the buttons of your dress. My heart started to pound. I swear it was louder than the thunder overhead.

I trailed kisses down the side of your neck and would stop slowly as I nibbled your skin, while my hands cupped your breasts. My thumb teased your nipple and You gasped as I felt this torment between your thighs. All you could do was surrender to this wanton longing to be one. You pressed my body closer to yours. I was thrilled that you felt exactly as I did.

There may have been a storm drowning your moans of pleasure, but the storm raging inside me was stronger! As I awoke, I knew I had to tell you how much I want you. I can’t wait until tomorrow, when I know my dream will pale in comparison to the fire that will consume us both.

This letter may come as a surprise to you, but I needed to tell you that, when we make love I feel our bodies performing like a true orchestra. Every sound and every movement are in tune and there is harmony in every gesture; everything is in place and I feel in harmony with the entire universe.

Our bodies are instruments of mutual pleasure. The seldom times I open my eyes, I have a glimpse of our shadows on the wall and it looks like a dance. Our movements are precise and our souls are so light, as we give ourselves to one another.

The sensation of fulfillment I experience when I am inside of you is unforgettable. The desire of having you more and more is beyond any explanation. I wish those movements never ended and that I remained forever in your body. But because those moments always come to a finish, there is no other option but to repeat them.

I want us to dance to this music. I want to feel that unshakable harmony that happens every time our skins touch. I want you forever and always. I need you, urgently!

Yours body and soul,


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