Stroking And Massaging

Lying awake last night, thinking about Carol, thinking about Jane, thinking about Jenny, thinking how lucky I am, knowing them all. Knowing, present tense, the knowledge of them embedded in me, they’re part of my life, touching their skin may be momentary but the aftermath is permanent.

Remembering, I haven’t emailed Jane for quite a while, I should do so. Thinking, she seems happy to tell me about her affairs, or quest for them, maybe I should mention Carol, it’s quite a big thing in my life, perhaps I should share. But quickly resolving not to do so. Jenny can tell me about other lovers if she wants to, but for me, no, it’s important, keep lovers in their own separate chambers in my mind.

This morning, emailing. Hi baby Jane, thought about you last night, felt warm at the thought of having you in my life. Got to fantasizing, something I always wanted to do with you, but we never did. Hire a cottage in France or Greece or somewhere Mediterranean. Stock up on bread and cheese and wine and anything else we fancy at the village stores.

Spend the day on a private sundeck, with books. You could read or sleep, anything. I’d read you poetry, serve you snacks, pour you wine. Also apply sun lotion, making sure to get beneath the straps of your swimsuit, quickly arriving at mutual agreement, these things are in the way, best just take them off. Massaging your body through the day, stroking your legs, your arms, your nipples, your stomach, your pussy. Turning you round, massaging your back, spreading your cheeks, letting the sun shine there, playing with your little hole.

Stroking and massaging, relaxing you into sleep, arousing you towards orgasm. Separating your lips, teasing your clitoris. The orgasm breaking through some time in the afternoon. Then for my reward a long slow Jane blowjob, doing that thing you always did, still gives me an erection thinking about it, somehow sensing the moment, taking me deeper, feeling my cock’s convulsions.

Anyway, baby Jane, I didn’t know when I started this email that that’s what was on my mind, but it obviously was, and now it’s in the open it’s a delicious thought. Email soon, darling Jane. Rxxx.