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Filthy E-Mail #229.

5 May

We are in Bie Comeau and are spending the night at a Motel and will leave on the road again tomorrow morning. Just checking in. Sorry for being perhaps short on messenger, I was just in a car and typing important stuff on a cellphone, so i wanted to wait till later.

Okay, we are gonna go look around for a bit, I’ll be online tonight if your home and want to chat later.

I love you. Talk soon.More importantly i’ll be touching you soon. MORE importantly than that I’ll be fucking you soon. EVEN MORE importantly you’ll be begging for more. 

kiss kiss kiss

Filthy E-Mail #137.

7 Oct

I am standing in the hall outside the door. I can hear him fucking you right now.

I want to leave but my feet can’t move. I want to open the door and go inside but you would stop and be afraid. I might be angry now but I don’t want to frighten you. It hurts worse than any hurt I can remember to hear you scream and whimper like that. It’s not like the sounds you make when I fuck you. I wish I could make you scream. I want to open the door and see how he is doing this to you. And more than anything I want to see your face when you make these awful, crying, animal sounds. I want to see you lose control like this and not hold anything back. Is it because you don’t really know this man? Is it because you think no one will know? But now I know. And now I will always be looking for this, longing to see this part of you, that you’ve kept hidden from me.

Not angry. should have told me. Walking away to try to get my head on straight. I’ll know when I see your face if you’ve read this yet.

Sent via Blackberry.

Filthy E-Mail #117.

17 Sep

I don’t think you now how amazing your feet are. You are exceptional & I truly mean that. If you would be willing to go show shopping with me again….. well, I know we could have  good time. Helping your feet into whatever you would like. Perhaps boots this time?

I do love to get a peek of your pretty little toes in sandals and pumps, but winters coming up. I think you should be prepared.

Filthy E-Mail #58. Jesus Loves You

21 Jul

And I think you’re pretty great, too.

Thanks for a lovely night and day.
I like fucking you. A lot. Especially with more cock than you think you can take.
You’re so fucking hot when you’re a little bit scared.
See you soon.
xo

Filthy E-Mail #48.

11 Jul

I’m heading back later this afternoon, I should be back around 4.
I’d appreciate it if you’d leave your panties under my pillow…
There are a few clean pairs of yours in the laundry basket in the spare room.

I’m still thinking about you fucking me. And spanking me, and blindfolding me, and making me suck your cock. I really, really like it when you top me. I also really like the noises you make while you’re smacking my ass, it sounds like you’re just SO into it… totally turns me on and makes want to take more of it for you.

Filthy E-Mail #47.

11 Jul

Liked?
I fucking love your sweater. When you were wearing it last night over your dress, true, but even moreso this morning when your were wearing it just over you and I could almost see right through it. You are just a very, very sexy person

Filthy E-Mail #46.

9 Jul

Oh my god, i am so fucking sore I can barely sit. I keep making grunting noises when I get up and my sister is calling me old. Thank you for fucking me with your giant cock this morning. I loved every second of it.

Hope you have a chance to relax and enjoy the house. Remember, the deal is: if you jerk off in my bed I get to hear about it. In detail.

Filthy E-Mail #15.

9 Jun

Oh. Fuck.
Yes, please, to more spanking. And yes, pretty please, to you tying me up and riding the fuck out of me.

I’ve been thinking about that, a lot. The way you looked: fierce, voracious, sometimes a bit surprised, sexy as hell. The way you felt on top of me: fucking yourself so smooth and fast on my cock, slapping my face, grinding into me so hard I could have sworn I was the one getting fucked. I felt just so deliciously used. Really the only thing that could possibly be any better would be to be tied up and gagged. And maybe my cock could have been bigger…

I’d love to know what you see when you slap me. Though probably you’ll need to do it some more to really describe it accurately… right?
Thanks for guaranteeing me another soaked day at work.

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