That Oscar Wilde was a wise man.
Happy International Women's Day!
She needs to be f-ked wide open by a man that can penetrate not only her flesh but her heart and soul. She needs his strength, his firmness, his masculine energy to be unleashed in her at a cellular level and TAKE her beyond the point of no return and right into the heavens of rapture. Only at this level can she trust her man and allow herself once again to be seen.Powerful stuff, and doubtless true. But it's not as easy as just deciding that she'll allow herself to be "fucked wide open by a man." There's the small matter of finding the right man. (Hey, maybe it *is* that easy - I think I'm free on Tuesday afternoon. :-)) There may be a lot of chronically underfucked pussies around - but there are also a whole lot of guys who don't seem to be capable of that kind of physical and emotional intimacy. Enough bad experiences with these boys in men's bodies, and our heroine is going to close further down, not open up.
"I lay on my back one night and looked down at my feet, and I prayed to God. I said, 'God, will you please let me have boobs so big that I can't see my feet when I'm lying down?' " At age 11, "God answered my prayers," she says, glancing south. "I had no clue they would fall into my armpits eventually."Wow...who knew it was that simple?
I could not believe what I was reading, my dear Max.I was all anticipation as I started to read her letter, noting her neat handwriting and the scented stationery she used. I continued.
I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised, given our mutual interest in how things used to be, that you would propose we have cyber-sex the old-fashioned way - without the cyber.
I followed your instructions. I took a hot bath and prepared myself for you. I got into bed naked, clutching your letter. I lingered over your words - how you imagine holding me, kissing me, making love to me...fucking me. I did everything your letter told me to - I pinched my nipples until I was in agony and they felt like they would burst. Only then did I touch my pussy. I was dripping wet - and you know how wet your words make me.Her words were arousing me, and I had to unbutton my pants and stroke myself as I continued reading.
I did as you said - I kept myself close to orgasm without climaxing, imagining how you would take me...feeling every sensation.
Oh, I almost forgot. I put a tie on, and had it just tight enough that I could feel it around my throat. I could close my eyes and imagine your fingers on my throat.
I had the most intense climaxes, and I'm ready to pronounce the experiment a complete success. But I'm also ready to return to the phone and webcam.
P.S. - I cheated and used one piece of modern technology. Look in the bottom of the envelope.I reached in and pulled out a glossy photograph.