i love how formally he speaks of such things
my dearest Art is thinking ahead to the start of june, when he will have me to play with for 6 days and 5 nights. he's already thinking ahead, as you will see in this heart-fluttering, clit-tingling email he sent to me...
"A schedule of activities goes like this:
At such-and-such a time I pick you up from the airport. I pull up to the curb in my car, hop out, throw you against the side of the car and make out with you for a few seconds before tossing your bags into the trunk.
Then we go grab lunch some where I can sit next to you in a booth. As we wait for our order to be taken, then wait for our food to be delivered I walk my fingers up the inside of your thigh and explore your warm, wet folds, making you giggle and squirm, much to the bewilderment and amusement of the other patrons. Once the food arrives I continue to play with you, causing you to occasionally gasp inappropriately and almost drop your utensil once or twice.
After lunch I drive you up to Forest Park where we go on a little exploratory walk through the tall pines, ferns and birches. At some point I want to show you a little off-the-path spot where I will throw you against the trunk of a ceder. Here I will make out with you once more, but for an extended period at this point - say maybe several minutes. After a bit of that I will turn you around and (since you were fortuitously wearing a skirt) lift your skirt to your waist and fuck you while reaching around to play with your clit. At some point in the proceedings, I will listen and appreciate the sound of your pants and moans under the forest cover. After we are both spent to our contentment we will walk out of the forest on our wobbly legs back to the car.
At home we will shower the dirt off our hands and knees, removing the remnants of the mulchy evergreen forest floor from our bodies. I will assist in scrubbing you clean, making sure every inch of you is lathered up and rinsed clean with my removable massaging shower-head. There are certain parts of you that I will concentrate on to make sure you maintain a standard of freshness and sanitation. If necessary I will utilize fingers and tongue to rub and massage vigorously until your own fluids wash you clean.
By the end of our shower it will surely be near dinner time. Depending on levels of remaining energy and appetite we could either go out to eat and have drinks or we could stay in and make a light supper. If we stayed in I would cook for you, wearing only an apron, exposing my vulnerable bare ass to you. You would have to maintain a level of self-control not to distract me or pull me away from my kitchen duties.
After dinner, providing it was a successful venture, would come dessert... and you... and me.
At the end of a night such as that it's a good thing I live in an apartment where the bedroom is not too far away. I figure we'd both be rather exhausted.
Now that, dear, is a schedule of activities."
omg, could he MAKE me want to fuck him [again] anymore??!
i'm practically purring, just thinking about our playtime in a few weeks.
it is so much fun kissing him, it just makes me fuzzy.
"A schedule of activities goes like this:
At such-and-such a time I pick you up from the airport. I pull up to the curb in my car, hop out, throw you against the side of the car and make out with you for a few seconds before tossing your bags into the trunk.
Then we go grab lunch some where I can sit next to you in a booth. As we wait for our order to be taken, then wait for our food to be delivered I walk my fingers up the inside of your thigh and explore your warm, wet folds, making you giggle and squirm, much to the bewilderment and amusement of the other patrons. Once the food arrives I continue to play with you, causing you to occasionally gasp inappropriately and almost drop your utensil once or twice.
After lunch I drive you up to Forest Park where we go on a little exploratory walk through the tall pines, ferns and birches. At some point I want to show you a little off-the-path spot where I will throw you against the trunk of a ceder. Here I will make out with you once more, but for an extended period at this point - say maybe several minutes. After a bit of that I will turn you around and (since you were fortuitously wearing a skirt) lift your skirt to your waist and fuck you while reaching around to play with your clit. At some point in the proceedings, I will listen and appreciate the sound of your pants and moans under the forest cover. After we are both spent to our contentment we will walk out of the forest on our wobbly legs back to the car.
At home we will shower the dirt off our hands and knees, removing the remnants of the mulchy evergreen forest floor from our bodies. I will assist in scrubbing you clean, making sure every inch of you is lathered up and rinsed clean with my removable massaging shower-head. There are certain parts of you that I will concentrate on to make sure you maintain a standard of freshness and sanitation. If necessary I will utilize fingers and tongue to rub and massage vigorously until your own fluids wash you clean.
By the end of our shower it will surely be near dinner time. Depending on levels of remaining energy and appetite we could either go out to eat and have drinks or we could stay in and make a light supper. If we stayed in I would cook for you, wearing only an apron, exposing my vulnerable bare ass to you. You would have to maintain a level of self-control not to distract me or pull me away from my kitchen duties.
After dinner, providing it was a successful venture, would come dessert... and you... and me.
At the end of a night such as that it's a good thing I live in an apartment where the bedroom is not too far away. I figure we'd both be rather exhausted.
Now that, dear, is a schedule of activities."
omg, could he MAKE me want to fuck him [again] anymore??!
i'm practically purring, just thinking about our playtime in a few weeks.
it is so much fun kissing him, it just makes me fuzzy.