Guest Story by Tilly

Lust Letter

My darling,

You'd think in this technological age, pen and paper would have died out already, but there's something about coming home and seeing a letter from you lying on the mat, my name written in your sprawling handwriting, that makes my heart flutter.

When you left (four months, three weeks and one day ago, so only five weeks to go!) and we said we'd write, I had these romantic visions of our children finding a packet of old yellowing letters still in their opened envelopes with those pretty Singapore stamps, but the way your last one read - well there's no way any future child of ours is going to read such explicit detail about what you're going to do to me when you get home! I got so turned on I slipped my hand into my knickers right there at the dining room table and came so fast. Hee hee…knowing you, you'll want more details now, won't you!

Well, legacy be damned! Two can play at this game. Can you see my smile as you read this?

Coming home last night, the train was packed. There were all sort of delays going on for the usual bizarre reasons - wrong sort of rain, leaves on the line, driver couldn't be arsed to turn up for work - but I managed to squeeze myself into a carriage, stand with all the other commuter sheep and hold on tight. So, there was me, bumping into people as the train jerked along, missing you badly. I started thinking all sorts of dirty thoughts (as you know I do) and I could feel the crotch of my knickers getting wetter and wetter. By the time I got home I had a very clear vision of what might have happened if you'd been on that train with me. I headed straight for the bedroom and pulled our flexible friend out of the bedside drawer. I undid the first few buttons on my shirt and adjusted my breasts in my black satin bra so they were almost falling out and knelt up on the end of the bed so I could see myself in the big mirror you hung at the head of it. I started to stroke the tops of my soft breasts and run my fingers over my hard nipples. I imagined that you and I were on a packed train, me standing in the corner with you facing me, your back blocking me from the view of anyone else. Your cock was hard in your jeans and my hand stroked it through the material. That's when you started to undo a couple of button on my shirt and touch my breasts, gently pinching the nipples.

Kneeling up on the bed, I hitched my tight skirt higher and higher until I could see the tops of my black hold-ups and the creamy flesh of my thighs above them. My vibrator was buzzing softly as I stroked him across my hard nipples through my satin bra and trailed it up the inside of one thigh, across my wet crotched knickers, and down the other, teasing myself. I pulled my skirt up to my waist and pushed the head of it against my clit and down to my pussy hole, still through the satiny fabric. In my mind I could feel your hand slipping under my skirt and your strong fingers touching me, exploring my slick wetness. I so wanted to visualise my train fantasy all the way through, to freeing your cock, you stepping forward and slipping it into me, and still nobody notices, but as soon as I thought about undoing your fly and getting my fingers on the silky skin of your hot hard cock, I knew I needed to come.

I started pushing more insistently at my pussy and the head began to slide in with the satin crotch of my knickers. I surprised myself, but kept pushing and it kept sliding, pulling the fabric of my little knickers tighter and tighter across the front of my crotch, the increasing pressure on my clit as the material wedged itself into my crease making me gasp. I slid a finger over my clit feeling it through the oh-so-tight satin and it felt hot and hard as I rubbed it. I really needed to come (I'm making myself wet again just telling you about it), so, still watching myself in the mirror, I pulled out my buzzing toy, pushed my knickers to one side and shoved it into me as far as I could. My muscles were already tight and as I pushed it in it felt so good. I fucked myself with it, my other hand stroking and rubbing hard on my clit, my mind full of thoughts of you, your mouth on me, your arms around me and your thick long hard cock filling me again and again until your pubic hair prickled against my clit. I screamed your name as I came so hard, I could feel each wave pulsing over me with my heartbeat.

I did it later too, naked, between the sheets, my fingers sticky and slippery with my saliva where I licked them and stroked them through over my wet pussy lips, before my two fingers started to pound into me and my little clit took more abuse as I came again, loving the feel of my cunt spread over my fingers. As I calmed down, my chest heaving, my lips parted and wet, I slowly pulled out my fingers and sucked them clean, licking the pooled juices from my own palm.

Five weeks, baby. I'm counting the hours.

Yours, always,Me x

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