Letters From Home

He's out of town on business this week, so I try to leave him something in our secret email account, you know, so he's not lonely..........

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In my car, on the floorboard of the driver's seat, is a card and a small box. I leave them where they are as I leave work, until I stop to get gas. While the gas is pumping, I open the card. There's a room key in it. The card holds no sentimental wishes, no message except some instructions. Take the whole day off work, show up in this room at this time, and bring the gift. I open the box, and inside is a beautiful red scarf. Satin, or something like it.

I follow my instructions, and for extra credit, my bra matches the scarf. I'm wearing a red sweater and my black skirt, with thigh high stockings and black heels. When I open the door to the room, I'm sure I'm alone. The door shuts behind me, and I head towards the bed to sit down. I take no more than three steps before you grab me from me behind, firmly but also gently. I gasp, drawing breath in to shriek, and you cover my mouth, again, gently. I exhale, and you loosen your grip. You ask me where the scarf is. I tell you it's in my purse. You take my purse off my shoulder, reach in and take the scarf out of it's box. The next thing I know, you're tying it around my eyes. When you've secured it, you turn me around, and I open my mouth to protest. You tell me it won't do me any good, that I've had long enough to trust you this much, that with all the other risk we've taken, this is insignificant. You ask me if I've ever regretted trusting you before. I haven't.

You lead me to the bed and take my sweater off. This distracts you from your objective for a few moments; you kiss me and run your large, rough hands over my bra and abdomen, before lifting each breast out, one at a time, for a quick and gentle bite before taking my bra off completely. You grasp my wrists in one of your hands and stretch my arms out above my head, laying me back on the bed. You tell me to stay still while you bind my wrists together with something and attach it somehow to the bed. You check all the knots to make sure they're secure, and you make sure there's some slack whatever you've tied me up with, but not much.

I can tell that you've laid beside me on the bed. You're whispering in my ear, asking me if I'm comfortable, asking me if I'm nervous. The answer to both questions is yes. You run just your fingertips down my neck, my collarbone, over my breasts and nipples, down my abdomen, over my hip bones, down the tops of my thighs, stopping at the knee and running back up the insides of each thigh, so close, achingly close, and back up to my stomach again. You kiss me again, and this kiss is intense, searching. You run your hand over my nipples, which are now like little rocks, until you break the kiss and your hand settles on one nipple, your mouth on the other. I moan, softly, and so you continue, alternating, until I start to shudder slightly. You're kissing me again, and your hand runs down my abdomen, your entire open palm, until it finally settles between my legs. You run one finger up the length of me, discovering how incredibly wet this game has made me already. I gasp, and you do this for what seems like forever.

I can only imagine you propped up on your elbow, watching me. You slip a finger inside me, leaving your open palm against my clit. You kiss my lips, gently, my ears and neck while your hand rocks against me. As soon as I start moving my hips against your hand, you stop. I start to protest, but you whisper to me to be patient as you start to kiss me again. Your lips leave mine and I feel them on my chin, on my throat, on my chest, pausing for a minute on each nipple, on my stomach, further and further down, closer and closer. You skip down to the inside of my thighs, right down by my knees, up one leg and down the other, and back up again. I feel you putting my legs over your shoulders. I wish I could watch, but I can't- I can only lie back and feel your rough hands on my body, your lips and tongue lapping at me, wet, swollen, aching..........