Hello, Richard: The Secret Correspondence

53 Thursday - Aug 4, 2016 | 1:04 AM

Dearest Dei,

Well, well, well, sweetie. I am now aware that you definitely know which button to push to make me do what you want. That's very sexy, actually, for you to take advantage of my weakness. 😏

And sooo, I went to the doctor. As ordered, and I am pleased to report to you that it's nothing serious. Just a low-grade fever and some sore muscles due to fatigue. I am actually feeling a lot better now, I swear. My fever broke early this evening after I took the meds Doc gave. And my muscles should feel much better tomorrow. I was given an ointment for pain relief but the Mefenamic one did a good job stopping that.

Apart from the drowsy feeling brought about by the medication, I am all good. Thanks for convincing me to go see a Doc, by the way. Seriously, thanks, Dei.

Actually, the drowse is a lot like being tipsy from a few drinks - a little cloudy around the edges but overall, very manageable. Which reminds me of one of the best things to do when tipsy: Fooling around the sofa with the girlfriend. Especially she who wants to be left breathless, panting, and God, wanting.

Three sensual words from you and I lose it just like that. Reading your message earlier sent my blood rushing down south, making me dizzy by just a little bit. I could not stop myself imagining you laying on the sofa, your arms all splayed to the sides as an open invitation for me to just... take you.

Which is exactly what I'm going to do. I shower small kisses on your right ear and trail them down to the side of your neck. You move your face so that I can see the entire length of your neck from the side. I caress it gently with the back of my pointer finger until I reach the spot where your shoulder begins. I rub it softly with my thumb and without warning, mount my wet mouth on it. I swirl small circles on it with my tongue so you suddenly arch your back and keep a moan from escaping your mouth.

I hold both your arms above your head and tell you to just stop thinking and instead start feeling. You whisper back okay so I brush my lips on your ear then move down to your jaw where I plant dry kisses and finally move lower to the hollow of your neck. Here, my kiss grows warm and wet until I begin circling my tongue in the indentation in between your collarbones. I hear you say a breathless Oh My God, Richard.

So, I let your arms go and your one hand immediately flies to my waist while the other grabs the hair at the back of my head. You pull my head down, making sure my right ear hits your lips. You nibble on my ear, and your tongue gently flicks the cartilage before you say, I want more. Richard, I want...

I cover your mouth with mine before you can even finish your sentence. I kiss you as passionately as I can, with my tongue flicking wildly against your lips, then against your teeth, trying so dearly to seek entrance.

I put both my hands to the side of your head to tug at your hair lightly and this is when you finally grant us a good, wet, french. Our tongues gracefully slide in, out, and around each other like a drunken ballerina.

We go on for a few minutes before we both come up for a breather. We stare at each other with lazy smiles, our hearts racing with loud thuds, and our breaths panting like a wild chase.

Oh, God, we both whisper.

😘🔥

Now, that, my sweet Dei, is what you get for teasing me so effectively.

I should change my shirt first. I am soaking with sweat. It could be because of the Paracetamol, but it's likely partly because of our little cyber escapade. 😅

Goodness, Dei. How are you so utterly amazing? You make me feel a million emotions at the same time. You make me feel... just ridiculously blissful. I cannot wait to see you in person.

You don't need to write back. We should both rest. Tomorrow, though, would be a lovely time to hear from you again.

See you in my dreams,
Rj

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👁‍🗨 in Laguna, Phils.
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