Dear Litster...

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Mon Cher Litster,

The thought of your eyes on me, as I fall into a deep trance, your gaze leading the direction, the speed of my hands, as I explore my own body as though for the first time, taking the journey over my dips and curves with you, tentatively burshing against my wetness and bringing it to my mouth, imagining my lips are yours as we taste me for the first time together...until the desire completely overwhelms and I give in to the need to feel my own fingers plunge and spread apart my dripping cunt , my thumb circle my aching clit until I come in a gushing of moans and juices...

Will you watch me throughout?

~ You are there.
 
Ma peu putain of Literonia.

~ Please, take your time, don't rush. I want you to unveil yourself gradually, with the quiet deliberation that I would. Undress before a mirror, if one is there.

~ Now, allow your gaze to linger, see yourself, see everything. Unveil yourself just as you know I would undress you.

~ Now, I want you to seek out that one fantasy that excites you the most and grasp it to explore. Use your mind to touch it; taste it; to inhale it. View it from every conceivable angle. Discover it in ways you've never dreamed of before. And as you explore ...

~ Touch yourself, slowly, knowingly.

~ Touch yourself for me.

~ Touch yourself as you know I yearn to touch you.
 
Dear Litster,

This is such a verted place, makes it tough for an innocent guy like me. :confused:
 
Mon Cher Seigneur de Literotica,

My breath will slow... as all thought of time and space will leave me.

Only the memory of these, your words, will remain.

And even as I write these words, I know the fantasy that will ignite that quietly flickering flame to take me to a blazing ecstatic glory... one that burns with an icy, cold rage.

I shal touch, i shall darkly moan the urgency for more as I tease myself, I shall arch my back in unrestrained pleasure, and I shall, when the mind and body are unable to contain the pleasure of knowing you are watching me as I strum myself to teeter on this erotic precipice...erupt into a climax that will threaten to engulf me in flames and turn me into a scattering of Cinders.

And each touch, each moan, each arch shall simply be...

~ Yours.
 
Dear Litster.

~ It's not my business, but I'd like to know.

~ I find blackmail so erotic.

~ It's a fetish.

:)
 
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