Old Love Letters

•A Note From Jan: on July 23, 20081

I have always been what I considered to be a 'good girl.' I never touched myself, simply because I never had the desire to do so and sex, quite honestly, was overrated as far as I was concerned.2

But you, you have a way with words, your words touch me so deep, it is almost as if you are really, physically "touching" me. The way you describe every encounter, word for word making me relive every moment, making me feel every feeling all over again, just as it felt the last time we were together. 3

I remember how amazing it felt the first time you traced an invisible line up the inside of my thighs as we were driving down the road that day. Do you remember that afternoon in 1988? I had never felt anything like that before. I remember the feeling was electric and I could not help but open my legs and it embarrassed me that it was so obvious I wanted you inside of me so desperately.4

I still remember how expertly you pushed my white, cotton panties aside that day, so slow and gentle was your touch. I was almost ready to thrust my hips towards you as your fingers could not be inside of me soon enough.5

When you finally did slip inside of me, it was as if every nerve in my body contracted and exploded with heat and color in a single instance. I climaxed almost immediately with wave after convulsive wave of pleasure. I was embarrassed by the moans that slipped past my lips, but I was paralyzed by this amazing feeling you had introduced me to.6

Twenty years later, it is even more intense than I could ever imagine.7

I am wet within the first few lines of your letters. I often slip away into fantasy when I read your letters and almost always, I end up sweating, tangled in my sheets, in the throes of yet another orgasm. 8

I don't just enjoy sex with you, I crave it, I am addicted to it and the addiction only gets stronger everyday.9

I love the sound of your voice. Just your words make me really, really, really want to have you deep inside me. I love everything you do to me, whether you are caressing me with your hands, your fingers, your tongue or your beautiful, thick cock, having all of this on my mind has such an effect on my senses. I imagine you are really here and it is you that is making me come. 10

A few orgasms a day gets me by until I can be with you again, yet it still does not even come close to feeling as good as it feels when you are actually here, kissing me, caressing me with your hands, your fingers, your tongue, that look in your eyes, and the way you kiss me when we are fucking, makes all the difference.11

I'll be touching myself until I can be with you once again.12

All my love,13

Jan

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