filthy e-mails

I came across your profile and was quite enamored by such an articulate and heavenly blessed beauty. I would be kicking myself if I didn’t ask, so I was wondering if you would accept an engagement of witty banter between two intellectuals? Of course this “engagement” may start off as purely platonic but my sensual desires will most likely guide our cohesive unity down more erotic, lascivious, and sexual paths that will include but are not limited to passionate make out sessions under the star lit sky, dry humping, fondling each others naughty parts inducing orgasms, and an abundance of new uncharted sexual positions where I assert my pure dominance in establishing a realm of absolute sovereignty in your nether regions. 

Is this something you would be interested in pursuing?

I want to sneak you into work and pound you in the storage room.Fucking knock everything off the shelves and make a racket so that then people knock on the door wondering whats wrong I have to shove my hand over your mouth so you make no sound. 

Maybe you can blow under my desk. Sucking my cock while I try and focus to bring home the bacon. I wanna slap you with my dick so bad baby.

Happy VDay, Lover. Here’s to five more. I’d do it all again.

thanks.
happy new year.
I hope you got all the come off your face.

LIAM M:
……… Jesus….
In my bed, with the scotch you bought in one hand and the other tucked in my boxers, this is one of the best e-mails yet…
Did you write this or did you steal it from that website?

JOHN:
Why, I wrote that just for you. I was at the book club meeting at JCC when you sent your email, so when I got back home I didn’t know if you were still at work but I did want you to have something nice to read. I didn’t even pause to think I was in fact sending you a filthy email. Cool. I’m around all week, working my butt off. Won’t have much time but… always a bit o’ time for a laugh with you…

LIAM J
Hi John!

Um, it seems as though you accidentally sent me an email that was supposed to go to Liam MacGillis. This is Liam Johnson. Were you trying to reply to the email I sent last night with the new mp3′s? Do they work? Please let me know asap so that I can make any changes tomorrow. Jason said that the project has to be DONE for Tuesday, which I assume includes all the music stuff too.

JOHN:
Oh dear god! How embarrassing. That was bound to happen. I type Liam and it’s 50/50 whose name pops up in the box. This has ALMOST happened many times. And it is just about the funniest most horrible thing ever. He would probably be pretty mortified, you know how “straight” boys can be… so I’m not going to tell him you read about him fondling himself unless he’s good and drunk and time has passed. Honestly, I’m a bit red-faced, but… thank goodness I sent it to you and not Liam… Neeson or something. It is so wonderful, that you are now privy to my, um, complicated relationship with Mr. MacGillis… feel free to blackmail me for sexual favours, or to send me your own filthy emails. He’s a terrible speller and I need decent grammar to jerk off. I should have responded to your MP3 emails with a lesbian erotic story. I think the new versions are solid middle grounds. Like Kenny Rogers-era Dolly Parton. Yes, the time crunch is on for sure.

LIAM J:
I must admit, I did read a bit of it, but only because I thought you were trying to send me some sort of cryptic message….AND because the first part I read was where Liam mentions having one hand on his scotch and the other on his bird – that’s fodder for sweet dreams I feel much closer to you both now, even if by accident.

So glad we’ve reached a compromise with the mp3s.

Sweet scotchy, crotchy dreams to you, sir!    Xxx

JOHN:
Uh… good night.

LIAM M: Hey hey man. Only got my phone here on this trip. What are you doing. I need something to read. And your e mails are the bestest. Woot woot

JOHN: All the rumours about Miss Bonnebrewer turned out to be true. But I knew that when I went to see her. Those rumours were why I went to see her. People said she liked to look at the girls’ asses in our little red shorts, that she always looked at your tits when she talked to you instead of your face. That she only coached the girls’ volleyball team to watch our little tits bounce every time we leapt for the ball. And I had caught her looking on more than one occasion, just like she’d caught me looking at her once or twice. She wasn’t pretty like some of the teachers; Miss Bonnebrewer was athletic and golden, strong and beautiful. She always had her blonde hair pulled back out of her face. She didn’t wear make-up and didn’t need to.

As soon as she saw me walk into her office she met my eye. She didn’t say anything, she got up and closed the door behind me. When I heard the lock click I let out a sigh of tension. I had only hoped for this. I didn’t know it could really happen. She stood behind me, breathing on the back of my neck until I finally turned around. My nipples were hard under my t-shirt, and they brushed up against her nipples as I turned. That was the first thing she did, reach up under my to shirt and play with my nipple. She smiled when she saw how hard they were, how excited I was to be alone with her. I shivered at her touch. I didn’t know what to do, but I knew I wanted to kiss her so badly and I did. She laughed a little at my eagerness, then slipped her tongue on to mine. It was soft but she worked her tongue inside my mouth, circling my tongue and then pressing her tongue up on the roof of my mouth. It wasn’t so different than being kissed by a boy.

She effortlessly lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor. I felt so strange standing topless in front of her. I reached for her shirt awkwardly, but she pulled me close to her and slipped her hand into my gym shorts, against my skin. Her palm glided across my pussy and her finger found my clit instantly. That was very different than any boy. She kept her tongue in my mouth and pressed my clit with her finger, gently and then harder, and my panties got wet. Sometimes it felt so good my whole body shivered in her arms. She took her hand out and pulled my shorts and panties off together. I stepped out of them, and while my legs were apart Miss Bonnebrewer put her fingers right up inside me. I reached back and pressed my hands against her desk for support. Instead she put one hand under my armpit and lifted me by the cunt and arm, laying me back on the desktop. Her face descended between my legs and she licked my clit and tongued my pussy like someone who knew how good it felt to be licked inside. I shook all over, she was making me cum, but as soon as I got close she would stop and let me recover just long enough to dive in and bring me close again. My pussy juice was flowing like never before. As I got close to cumming again she pushed the back of my knees up and did something I never imagined. It felt so good to feel her tongue thrust up inside my asshole I let out a squeal too loud. She lifted her head and glared at me, and I shrugged apologetically— I didn’t want anyone to hear us either, but I lost control for just a moment. More importantly I didn’t want to let it stop. I pressed her head down by the hair and lifted my hips so her tongue would pass my pussy and find my asshole again. She knew how much I loved it and ate my ass for several minutes. All she had to do was touch my clit with her tongue inside my asshole, to send me into wild spasms of orgasm. I came so hard, like I never had before, like I didn’t think any boy could ever make me cum. It was like releasing everything I had inside me. As the ecstasy subsided I felt tears roll down my cheeks and realized I was crying. I gathered myself and kissed her again. I could taste myself all over her tongue. I tried again to take her shirt off, but she held my hands by my side. She smiled and said, “Next time.” And she took a good long time looking me over, and handed me back my shorts. As I got dressed, she unlocked the door, and while I walked home, I imagined every excuse in the world why I would need to go see Miss Bonnebrewer every day.

fuck me hard!

you were amazing… i’ve always had a strong attraction to you but never in my wildest dreams did i ever think we’d do that. i can’t help but to feel somewhat guilty with you being my best friend’s wife and all. i’ll admit that i was somewhat hesitant when you called me to meet you and your friend at the bar that night but when you said the word threesome, i couldn’t resist. i love it how the the two of you alternated sucking my cock and licking my balls and while she rode my cock, you sat on my face letting me taste your pussy and sweet asshole. yes, that was fucking hot! I particularly loved it when you were licking my ass while i fucked your friend’s ass and how you pulled my cock out to taste it. i wonder what my best friend would think if he knew that i was fucking you up the ass while your face was was buried in your friend’s ass crack licking her well fucked asshole or how i kept switching from her pussy to yours. of course the best part was when i came on you and your friend’s faces and tongues and watching you two swap my cum while kissing each other was nothing short of incredible. i swore that i’d never do that again with you but then you texted me that you were all alone in a crowded bar, i went there to make sure you were okay, after all, i didn’t want my friend’s wife to get hit on by all those dudes but one thing led to another and we ended up fucking in the parking lot inside your hubby’s car. That wasn’t right, we shouldn’t have done that but after i reached my hand up the back of your skirt and started fingering your ass right there in the middle of the crowded dance floor i guess the heat of the moment took over. you are a perfect whore, a perfect cumslut. but a bad wife to my friend.

Look at the little slut you’re being! showing everyone you’re pussy like that. when will you learn?! get over here. if you don’t get over here yourself i’m going to drag you over here by your ponytail, and you’re not going to enjoy that! get your pants down too! you know what’s comming next. now try and be a good girl and bend over my knee. I’m going to have to spank the slut out of you!

To the point, I love to give and I love to receive, that is, I love giving oral.  I would love to see how really REALLY wet that I could get you.  I have a wonderful and talented tongue Angel, it will make you explode. When I take your clit between my lips and massage it with my tongue, you will explode.  Maybe we cdould get together sometime soon in the near future?
kissses kissse

are you a  horny lady ready to wet her thong
i bet your pussy is slick and dripping – you can rub that cunt all over my face till all I can taste and smell is your filthy dripping slick cunt.