Making E-Love

A couple of emails from Jane, the sound of her voice on the recorded message, and now she’s as sexually present as in student days. Waking up last night, turning to touch her, surprised to find she’s not there. Instead, my wife, still and cool in pajamas, a different presence entire. But a warmth still glowing from the sense of Jane.

Emailing her. Hi darling Jane, that was a wonderful email. Ever since student days I’ve made love to you regularly, just a shame you weren’t there to join in. Maybe once or twice a year, I suppose. You and your shapes in my mind, and your smells and givingness, it’s a near impossible thing for a woman to do, be so sexually available but yet so desirable, but you manage it somehow, that’s your magic, at least for me. Such a sexual balm compared with its opposite, a supposed sexual heightening through withholding.

That day in the Cotswolds, naked on the picnic blanket, somehow I’d forgotten about it, after your email that student summer sunshine is lighting up my midwinter London. Right now, I can feel your skin and your silken thighs and the cleft of your bottom. Then when I saw you again in Australia, even being together only a few minutes, other people there, fully clothed, I could still feel them, it doesn’t go away, it’s a gift you’ve given forever.

Your husband was there so I didn’t do anything, but it would have been so wonderful to take you away, maybe to the beach, the smell of the sea, the sound of the waves, glasses of cold white wine, chatting, kissing, holding. Back to the hotel room, clothes discarded, my erection ready, you sucking it harder, climbing atop me, guiding me in. Taking my finger, guiding it to your sexy little ass, pushing it in the hole, making me feel the twitching as you climax. Damn, it’s making me hard just thinking about it, my finger can still feel that Jane twitch. And all not to be. I hadn’t wanted to interfere. Now I just have to imagine it.

Well darling Jane, my marriages haven’t worked out as you know, and this one’s sexless. But I’ve given up searching for a sexual wife, I’m going to stick here. But with extramarital adventures. Trust me Jane, it’s easier that way. So if you’re in London, let’s make love. And meanwhile, let’s make e-love. So email soon xx R.