From:
K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX
To: Claudia Bonn@
XXXXX.XXX
Hello
HFG,
Insomnia
might be a modern disease. It might have
been hard to sleep as a caveman though.
Now we don't have to worry about getting eaten. For me, it is the result of poor sleep
hygiene. I am a night person forced into
a day schedule. I do things at night
that aren’t good for sleeping. Plus, my
schedule is all thrown off. I am a
creature of routine.
I
am looking forward to having your arms around me, and your legs. There is going to be lots of touching. It is going to be a great day HFG. I love you.
See you in a few hours.
XOXOXO
SYB
I
always sleep better after our dates.
_______________________________________________________
Thu, Aug 30, 2012 at 9:53 AM
From: Claudia Bonn@
XXXX.XXX
To:
K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX
Good
morning SYB:
I'm
so glad you sleep better after our dates : ) I hear you. I'm a night person
too. Well, when you retire, you'll get to go to bed late and sleep in. I think
that cavemen got very little sleep. Our modern preoccupations can still evoke
the echoes of those times in our minds. Why has your routine been disrupted,
because of the longer days and the heat?
The
weather is certainly cooperating with us today. I have this lunch with my Newsletter partner at 12:30. It's going
to be hard to concentrate.
So,
no talking rule when we meet?
XOXOXOXOXOXOXO
HFG
_____________________________________________________
Thu, Aug 30, 2012 at 10:13 AM
From:
K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX
To: Claudia Bonn@
XXXXX.XXX
Good
morning HFG,
I
am already lost to the excitement of this afternoon. You are so sexy and I get to be alone with
you for a few hours. It is going to be a
long day until then.
No
talking until you need air. It is really
more about me. I think I talk too much. I want to try to concentrate on you.
See
you soon gorgeous.
XOXOXOX
SYB
_____________________________________________________
Thu, Aug 30, 2012 at 10:14 AM
From:
K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX
To: Claudia Bonn@
XXXXX.XXX
Not
sure I mentioned how much I love you in the last email. LOVE YOU A LOT HFG!
_____________________________________________________
Thu, Aug 30, 2012 at 10:53 AM
From: Claudia Bonn@
XXXX.XXX
To:
K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX
I
LOVE YOU A LOT TOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! See you at
3:30.
______________________________________________________
Thu, Aug 30, 2012 at 11:01 AM
From:
K<dancing.midnight@XXXXX.XXX
To: Claudia Bonn@
XXXXX.XXX
I
wish I could leave now. It is beautiful
out. Have fun at lunch. It is getting closer! I am so turned on thinking about you and your
beautiful, beautiful body. As the song
says, your body is a wonderland.
See
you at 3:30.
SYB
Kevin is a strong man. Once, he sent me a picture of
himself in the middle of breaking three bricks in a karate class. When we met, he was a third degree black
belt. He had grown up in Hell’s Kitchen in the 60s and 70s where he had quickly
learned that he had to hold his own. So first, he got as strong as he could,
and then he learned how to fight, dirty and otherwise.
He is a couple of inches taller than me, so when we
are face to face our bodies fit perfectly together, either standing or lying
down. But in every other way we are the opposite. I like how fair he is next to
my olive skin, how willowy my waist and limps appear next to his thick
shoulders and muscled arms and thighs. He likes me thin, “little,” as he calls
me, but at almost 5’6” I’m not really little, just narrow which qualifies me
for at least horizontally little. Most of the time, we make love in the
missionary position. He likes to penetrate me as deeply as he can, so he folds
me in half, my thighs pressed against my breasts, my calves at his temples, his
forearms flanking my head. I wrap my arms around him. He grasps me by the
shoulders to keep me in place while his powerful hips drive him deep into me. His
cock feels amazing against my g-spot as he thrusts in and out. His breath grows
quick and hot and drops of sweat stud his nape. I spread them on his skin with
my fingertips. He raises himself up and puts his hands on my shoulders, pressing
me into the mattress as he continues to pound me. He doesn’t hurt me, but the
sheer force he unleashes knocks me breathless. I close my eyes and feel his
sweat on my face. As he’s a shower addict, it’s like water. Big drops fall on
my hair, run down my cheeks. When they land near my lips, I lick them off. When
they fall on my mouth, I open it and let them trickle inside. If I swallow his
semen, why not his sweat? His hair is as
damp now as if he just gotten out of a shower. He drills me mercilessly,
enveloping me in a swirl of pleasure and exertion until he catches his breath. I
wrap my arms tighter around him.
“I love you,”
I whisper.
His cock pulses inside me, deep and sweet. There is no skin between us. His body has become mine and mine his. I beg him
to keep pumping, slow and close like he is, until the waves of pleasure that his orgasm
began subside inside me.
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