Flirty Emails

Imagine for a moment…you were all alone with a special friend. No one will come to the door to disturb you or catch you. No telephones to ring or mail to open…no bills to pay or work responsibilities to weigh on you.

It’s a morning visit and you’ve slept well. Very rested and invigorated. He takes your hand and leads you into the bathroom where he warms the shower to just the right temperature. Looking deeply into your eyes, he unwraps you from your clothing, and looks at your beautiful body. He disrobes himself and then hugs you gently but firmly. He can feel the twin points of your love globes pressing against his chest. You look up at him and with your lips slightly parted, you tilt your head and offer a delicate kiss. Immediately you feel his body respond with excitement.

He escorts you into the shower where he drapes you with a cascading waterfall. Making sure your entire body is wet, he takes some shampoo and begins to wash your hair. Carefully massaging your scalp and relaxing you. He notices a little shiver come over you, and his eyes see your nipples react, and then he looks across your shoulder and down your arm as he sees your hand lonely. He lifts it up to his lips and kisses it. Then in a brief response of passion he places a little nibble on your wrist looking at your pretty face. Letting your hand drift lower, you place it around his waist as he continues to wash your body. He is very careful to cover every inch and curve. As he washes your breasts he kisses you. You can tell that he is very attracted to you. He washes with his hand between your legs. Careful not to let any soap enter your love canal, but touching you and feeling you as he rinses you off. You notice his fingers tracing around the opening to your womanhood. You feel a twinge of excitement as he touches just the right spot.

You can sense he really wants to slip a finger into you, but restrains himself. After your body is completely rinsed and his as well, he drys you off with a towel. He takes a hair dryer from your counter and walks you over to the bed where you sit and he stands before you drying your hair. He uses a brush from the counter to assist in the process. He is so gentle and careful as to not pull your hair, but to relax you and make you feel special. Looking at your striking face, he reflects how much he cares for you. Bending down as you tilt your head toward him, he kisses you. This time, you part your lips further and touch his tongue with yours. His body becomes symptomatic for you as he enjoys your kisses.

Withdrawing from your lips, he returns to drying your hair. Now reaching for the back, he reaches over your shoulder and brushes down your soft hair. You feel his manhood touch your face as he does. With a surprising gesture, you open your lips and take him into your mouth. He quivers, and it becomes obvious to you that he has never felt a woman’s lips on him.

You let him withdraw and finish your hair.

It’s soft and fluffy now, and dry. You take his hand and lay him on the bed on his back.

Turning toward him, you drape your hair over his face and in complete privacy, you kiss him passionately. You feel his body relax into the mattress as he is very moved by the rapture of the moment.

You will never know how much pleasure you gave him as he bonds with you.

Hey this will be short.

I’m hurrying, I quickly stand aside though as you depart CVS drug store. I bow and excuse myself. You smile showing your lady like smile at my being overly polite. You ooze a cool thank you and wink, so I just as quickly shot back a challenge/ invite you to a game of tennis in an hour at 1:30 PM at some lone court that looks like the club with the beautiful landscaping on Creedmoor Road. You look up surprised and say okay YES. So, I use the hour’s time to update my tennis equipment because my racquet is old and I need a better one to enjoy the match. Me, 5’10” 170 fit, tan, conservative short hair cut, no tattoo or piercing. You pretty, wise, sexy, full of knowledge, life and feeling at peace.

I arrive and go directly to the court. You appear a moment later and I am at once pleased that I requested such an athletic, pleasing lady to play a set with me. I notice you’re in tennis attire; and of course it is obvious you play fairly regularly. I get a little nervous because I don’t play too often and I know that there is a good chance my game may be less than I want it to be.

You open the 2 cans of balls I brought and walk away making interesting conversation about what a sunny day it is. Then ask me, do you want to warm up? I say no. Because I like to do things fast usually and while thinking the surprise of the game starting with the 1st hits will be fun. As it turns out we are evenly matched and I need to concentrate to stay in the points. As the set progresses I notice you retrieving the balls in the corner and as you bend over in your tennis skirt I see your not wearing underwear at all. From then on I keep enjoying your company and the nice view I am having of your gorgeous body in motion. The score is close and you serve and I return serve soft and you come to the net

To hit a reply shot. I am thinking of your soft curves and lighten up so much that soon I have lost the both sets and am standing there laughing with you. But neither of us ever speaking of what I must have seen during the match as you stretched and turned and swung yourself around getting a good workout in and beating me twice! We walk to the side and pick up our things talking a little about what we do and answering honestly about our lives. Then you take my hand and turn to lead me to a secluded place surrounded by full mature trees where you had earlier laid a blanket for us. I notice the blanket and l sit down smiling and you begin to massage my chest and we kiss me for the 1st time there on the blanket sitting up. We are both so excited… Soon we lay back and get into some passionate kissing, pressing our bodies together while exploring each others bodies with our hands.

I’m in Midland but travel to Lubbock occasionally.

I’m not sure just how erotic you want me to be so I’ll just use my imagination and hope that you’ll enjoy fantasizing about it!

I’m tall (6′5″), 225 lbs, blue eyes, brown hair, divorced, no children. I love sex, love teasing and being pleased, love phone sex and cybersex but real sex is the best. I absolutely love giving oral sex and enjoy receiving as well. But I prefer giving! The ultimate pleasure is a 69 position with orgasms at the very same time together! Love mutual masturbation as well as an aggressive woman who is not afraid or ashamed to admit that she is horny or having sexual thoughts at any time or any place. I love simple phone calls from you in the middle of the afternoon when you call me and tell me that you’re wet and it’s my fault!

I would love to have a date with you and pick you up in a white limousine filled with red roses and baby’s breath. We’d have some great champagne and fresh long stemmed strawberries. We would sit across from one another while we share a drink. I could be wearing a tuxedo jacket with or without a shirt and probably with jeans…(I can dress up or I can dress down). You could be wearing an evening gown, a mini skirt, jeans with a sexy top, (I love black on a lady! Pink looks good also.) and maybe a string of pearls. You would have some sexy perfume as well as lip stick or lip gloss. I am attracted to lips, eyes, smiles, breasts, sultry looks. We could ride around and just talk…getting to know each other. We could tease each other while sitting across from one another in the limo. We could talk about fantasies, wild desires, ultimate sexual satisfaction, dreams, or anything else. Once we got to know each other we could go to a hotel suite, lock the door, and get comfortable. You could tease me by wearing sexy lingerie or bathing suits, or nothing at all. You could tie my hands to the bed posts and tease me with your finger tips, your hair on my body, your skin on my skin, you leaning over me with your hands beside my head and your knees straddled across me. Your finger tips could dance across my skin and you could talk as sexy as you wanted to. You could tease me with little warm, wet kisses anywhere you desire, and feathers and oil to taunt me with. OR we could reverse that role and YOU could be tied to the bed and I would get to tease you any way I wanted. I could ask you anything I wanted…and I could talk about sex. You could tell me exactly what you like and I would love to tease you into a frenzy…and make you come like you have never come before. I would love to untie one of our hands and have my face right between your thighs and watch you gently touch yourself…knowing you’ll be cumming in a few minutes! I would love to give you warm, soft, gentle kisses all over your body and then slide down between your soft warm thighs and gently kiss you to a fantastic orgasm…savoring every scent and taste of your sweet, delicious nectar! I would love to slowly clean you up…and then get on my knees and show you how very erect you have made me. And then we could talk about what to do with that erection. BUT my #1 priority is for you to have a very earth shattering orgasm. One (or more) that you will remember forever.

I know that you won’t be disappointed!

Shoot me back a email and we can discuss this some more. Or give me a number and a time to call….where you can be in a hot bath, fresh out of the shower, on the sofa or in the bed. You could be wearing anything you wanted to be comfortable…and relaxed. I would love to get you off tonight…and leave you with sweet dreams! And thoughts of “next time!”

I hope to hear back from you

This story assumes that you live in a one story home and its a daytime encounter. I am a surveyor sent over by the bank to make some measurements in connection with a merger of your existing mortgage holder. I arrive and begin doing my thing outside your home - walking around, measuring things, looking for property corners, etc… I don’t announce my presence. (Option for you - a. You know I’m there b. you don’t know I’m there)

Under either option, you expose yourself (as much or as little as you want) to me through a window. Either you are dressing/undressing or showering (getting in or out) or you are preparing to go out and are trying on several items, or you are relaxing with some toys, or dancing to music by yourself, etc…. (If you know I’m there, you are letting me see you with intent to seduce me. - If you don’t know I’m there, you are shy and aren’t intending to be seen) Either way the sight of you excites me. So I find a pretext to knock on your door.

(Option for you - c. you answer the door or d. you don’t answer the door )

Option d - you don’t answer the door. You continue doing whatever it is that I saw you doing through the window. I call hello - but you don’t answer. I am aroused and excited, yet scared about walking into your house without you answering - still I can’t get your image out of my mind - so I come in, slip off my shoes, and begin looking for you. I go from room to room, starting in the public rooms like the kitchen and living room and eventually extend my search until I find you, either in the bedroom or shower. When I find you, I stop and gaze upon you. You continue what you are doing - either intentionally ignoring me or oblivious to my presence. I am wearing coveralls with nothing under them and cannot resist fondling myself as I gaze upon you. You now see me, but do nothing. You continue your routine.

If you had chosen option “a” before (knowing I was there and trying to seduce me) - you smile, knowing you had succeeded and signal that I should join you. I then slowly drop my coveralls and come to you and our lovemaking begins in earnest.

If you had chosen option “b” before (unaware that I was there and unintentinally letting me see you through the window) - you just stare at me blankly - trying to figure out what to make of this surprise man in your house. You don’t scream - just stare. I continue to fondle myself briefly and then slowly drop my coveralls. You continue to just stare - so now I know that you aren’t afraid of me and are just confused. So I continue to you and begin to kiss and fondle you in an effort to seduce you. Eventually, you respond to this and our lovemaking continues with me taking the lead.

Option c - you answer the door.

You answer the door - with as much or as little clothing as you like. If you had chosen option “a” before - (knowingly exposing yourself to me and seducing me) - you know that you are succeeding, and you continue seducing me by answering the door just as you showed yourself in the window - or by “sort of” covering yourself with a loose robe or towel. If you had chosen option “b” before (unaware that you had exposed yourself through the window), you cover up quickly (since you don’t know who is there) but imperfectly, since you are rushing - again with a loose robe or towel.

Either way I introduce myself and begin to explain what I’m doing at your house. If you are seducing me, you invite me in. If you weren’t previously aware of my presence, I ask to come in and you allow that. Either way, I slip off my shoes, we sit down, you offer a beverage, and we begin to discuss things. I start by discussing why I’m there (business). Still, while we are conversing, my eyes are enjoying your body, and you become aware of that - as well as the fact that I’m clearly becoming aroused by you. If you are seducing me (option “a”), you steer the conversation away from business and continue seducing me. And if you were previously unaware of my presence (option “b”) I steer the conversation away from business and try to seduce you.

The conversation could take lots of directions under either scenario.

One option would be for me to spill something on my coveralls and ask (or you offer) to wash them (this gives us the pretext for me to disrobe (and you walk in on me or - you give me some of your stuff (perhaps a robe - or a towel - or however you’d like me to be)). If you decided to walk in on me, we could turn that into the beginning of our sexual play. If I was just given something (or nothing much) to wear, our conversation would continue until…. we couldn’t stand it any longer and then our lovemaking would start.

Another option would be simply for us to continue the conversation until we ran out of things to talk about. At that point I’d get up to leave - obviously aroused, but still leaving and saying goodbye. You’d get up too. And in the act of getting up, your towel or robe would slip - exposing yourself. If you were in the seduction mode, you’d immediately reach out, embrace and kiss me - making sure that I didn’t leave. And if you were not in the seduction mode (option “b”), the towel or robe would slip - accidentally - and as you begin to retrieve it - you’d look at me and see the impact it had on me - a split second before I embraced you, and began kissing and fondling you as the beginnings of our lovemaking.

Well….. that’s one scenario.

How do you like it? Think you can act it out - or some version you like better? If you like my erotica, but don’t think that this one can work (because you live in an apartment or don’t want a daytime visitor, or for whatever reason), I’d love to hear an erotic role play fantasy that you’d like to make come true. And if you want to try and make this one come true, late Friday afternoon or Sunday afternoon would work well for me.

Two souls…lost…adrift…

Two souls which have never met…until today…

They know each others names, and the frivolities of introductory courting procedures have been accomplished…and yet there is still mystery in the eyes of each…the mystery of what is to come.

He smiles nervously…almost unsure of what to do, revealing the faint glimmer of innocence that comes from his desire to please her. His hand moves silently to her face, caressing her softly, running smoothly down the mold of her cheekbone as he can feel the silky aura of her soft skin underneath.

Smoothly, he guides her face to his, and their lips meet, a rush of passion engulfing the two as his tongue deftly parts her lips, meeting hers, sending shockwaves of pleasure through both of them. She can feel his fingernails gliding softly down her arms, sending soft shivers through her as his kiss deepens, threatening to drown her out with his insurmountable passion. He pulls her tight to his body, and she can feel his hard, solid form pressed against her in aching need. In one swift movement, he lifts her off the ground as if she were a flower to be plucked from the weeds, his kiss barely lightening as he carried her silently over to the bed, gently depositing her body against the pillows below. She pulls him to her, needing the feeling of his warm body against hers, needing the sensation of his arousal pulsating against her, throbbing warmly as his hands begin to roam her nude body, caressing her delicate form as he begins to run his kisses down her throat…