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Wednesday, June 30, 2004
What a Wonderful Evening

Dear angel,

What a wonderful evening we had.

The weather was lovely, just warm enough for a walk along the main street. I remember, clearly, holding your hand in mine. Such lovely warm skin, such a natural feeling to hold it in mine. If I close my eyes, I can see your smile, with your eyes lighting up, as I tell you how pleased I am to finally meet you in person.

You have a wonderful smile, or should I say, wonderful smiles. Because, of course, you have different smiles for different occasions. The surprised smile when I compliment you, the shocked smile when I tell you something naughty, the shy smile when I pulled you close and kissed you for the first time.

What a wonderful kiss that was, too. You, a little hesitant as my lips meet yours. Then eager, and hungry for more. Oh - that was a kiss full of promises. Did you know that you look up at me with pleading in your eyes when I break off a kiss? Your eyes gleam, and I can see the fire behind them, wanting more, wanting it now - but still nervous.

I love talking to you, too. As we walked, we talked about anything and everything that came into our heads. Movies, the contents of the stores as we passed, business ideas, news. And every once in a while, I'd drop a comment about sex into the conversation, just to see you get flustered, and lose your train of thought. It's adorable!

Your skin was softer than I thought it would be. Much softer, and very sensitive. I thought you were going to get lost in yourself when I started tickling your upper arm as we sat on the bench. So you didn't know how a soft touch on that spot would affect you, hmmm? I'm sure that there are other spots that are similarly sensitive. I look forward to seeking them out, and seeing what kind of an effect they will have on you. I can't wait to start touching you, your neck, your waist, your arms, your back, and your legs. I want to find every spot on your body that thrills you. Every spot that makes you squirm with delight.

Oh yes, angel, I plan on finding every possible spot to delight you. A woman's body is a magical thing to touch. Every different touch brings a different reaction. A light touch just *there* will make you incapable of speech as I stroke. A firmer touch *here* will make you gasp, and have you trying to get closer as you simultaneously try to get away. A sharp touch *there* will bring a heat to you that will make you squirm and moan. Many different touches, many different places. And I plan on finding them all.

Holding you close in the bookstore, near closing time, I told you to feel my ass. Hesitantly, you touched it. "No, *feel* my ass, angel" I told you, and you let go your hesitation. Was that hesitation because of the public venue? Was it because it was our first date? Was it because you misunderstood, or were shy? I could see you try to throw those off, and felt you touching me, firmly, biting your lower lip. Yes, I was watching your face as you squeezed my ass, angel.

Then, before we left, I pulled you back to me, grinding my hips lightly against your ass, as I held your hips. You gasped as your realized what I was doing, and I chuckled in your ear. Oh yes, you have lovely hips to hold, and I can only imagine what it would be like to take you from behind. You will be *so* responsive, won't you? Grinding your hips as I thrust into you from behind. Moaning and panting as I play with your breasts, your pussy. Gasping in shock as I spank those wonderful buttocks of yours.

As the evening wore on, I was sure that you were enjoying yourself. You fit so wonderfully into my arms. You looked up at me, eagerly, as I kissed you beside the store fronts. Your left hand was deliciously trapped in my right, and held behind you. Did you see yourself bound and helpless before me right then? Did you wish that we were alone, and naked, right then?

And as the evening wore to a close, and we walked back to your apartment, I kissed you, hard, and deep, and when I broke the kiss to look at you, you gently whispered "Please". Oh, dearest angel, how lucky I was to find you. How serendipitous was it that you read my email at just the right time. I look forward to spending many, *many* hours, pleasing you, and taking pleasure from you in the days ahead of us. I want to taste you - all of you. I want to see you in the throes of ecstasy. I want to touch you everywhere, often. I want to smell the scent of your hair, and the nape of your neck. And I want to hear you moaning, crying out, and laughing.

I fell asleep smiling, thinking of you last night, and I woke up restless, wanting you near, and anxious for the rest of the week to pass so that I can see you again. You've awoken a hunger in me, dearest angel, a hunger to please, and to be pleased. That is a hunger that I must sate, and a hunger I must control. For I must remain in control. For now.

You are a remarkable woman, and I feel blessed to have met you.

Till we see each other again,


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Saturday, June 26, 2004
A Pleasant Fantasy

Good morning, my angel.

You were so beautiful this morning, sleeping peacefully after our long night, that I hesitated to wake you. Your face is so relaxed when you sleep, and you had a little smile on your face as I watched you. But I had to get up.

I gently began running my finger across the skin of your arm. I smiled as I remembered how much you enjoyed that last night. Your arms were bound above your head, and your face was pressed against the bedroom door. I stood behind you, fully dressed, and began to run my finger across your shoulders. You gave a little shiver, and started to giggle. I kept this up for a while, before stroking the skin of your arms, concentrating on the insides of your elbows. Do you remember how you moaned as I did that? Do you remember getting wet, as I moved elsewhere, stroking the skin of your neck, of your legs, and behind your knees? Do you remember how aroused you were, squirming, and trying to push your hips back towards me as I played with your pussy - touching oh, so gently, almost indistinct, but maddening at the same time. We kept this up for quite a while, didn't we - you helpless and bound, and me, teasing and in control.

As I stroked your arm, your eyes opened to see me smiling down at you.

I kissed you and said "Good morning, my angel. Did you sleep well?" Seeing your eyes light up that way made me glad that I'd decided to stay the night. Our hug was strong, but not desperate. It was a hug of two very satisfied lovers, looking forward to the day, and very pleased with the previous night.

We got out of bed, and I enjoyed watching as you took your position at the bedside, to watch as I dressed. I sought out my clothes, having to search for where they'd landed the night before. When I was dressed, I came to sit on the bed, and you rested your head on my lap, sighing happily. As always, I asked you the ritual morning Questions.

"Do you hurt anywhere, angel?", I asked, while stroking your hair.

"No sir" you replied, after a moment's pause to take inventory.

"Are you ready for the day, angel", I asked.

"Yes Sir, I am ready to face the day"

"Do you know your tasks for the day, angel?"

"Yes Sir"

"Repeat them to me, then, angel"

"I am to make myself clean and ready for the day, Sir. I am to trim my pussy for you, Sir. I am to take care of the household duties, including walking the dog, while wearing my collar and the medium dildo. I am to do 20 minutes of Kiegel exercises twice today, and I am to be waiting on my knees by the front door when you arrive here tonight."

"Very good, angel. And are you happy with your tasks?"

"Oh, yes sir, very happy"

"Good girl. Now come give me a kiss, and you may start your day."

At that, I pulled your face to mine, and kissed you deeply, chasing your tongue with mine, probing deeply into your mouth. A little groan escaped your throat, and I chuckled, releasing you. You hurried to the kitchen, to make my tea, and I settled down at the computer to read my morning news.

Once you had brought me my tea, you waited patiently by the computer for me to notice you. I chuckled to myself, as I felt you waiting, while I finished reading an article. I waved for you to place my tea on the desk, and hooked a finger in your collar as you bent to put the cup down.

I pulled your head down, level with the desk, and held you there with one hand, as I explored your breasts and pussy with the other. You were trembling with desire by the time I finished with you, and as I released you, I turned you around, and swatted your bottom.

"Off you go, angel. Get yourself nice and clean for me, and do NOT play with yourself in the shower. You are NOT to cum this morning."

I returned to my reading, and you scampered off to clean yourself. By the time I was finished, you were drying your hair. I rose to come inspect you.

You had placed the collar and dildo on the bed, as required, and made yourself ready when I came in the room.

To Be Continued....


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Friday, June 25, 2004

To my angel,

I can hardly wait till Monday.

I read your emails, and the anticipation grows.

I send you emails, and the anticipation grows.

I fall asleep, thinking about you.

And the anticipation grows.

It's been an interesting experience, to meet someone online with such siimilar interests, with such convergent fantasies. I've chatted with many women over the years. Women from LavaLife, from Yahoo Personals, and women from other, more specific websites. You're the first woman that I've felt this immediate connection with.

You don't just enjoy my fantasies, you enhance them, you tell my your fantasies in return, and you seem to quiver with eager anticipation. I thoroughly enjoy making you quiver. I thoroughly enjoy playing with your mind, sharing my fantasies with you, and trying to identify what fantasies interest you the most. The danger of this, of course, is that I may fail to live up to the expectations that I've set up for you. Expectations of what it will be like to play with me, to be with me, and to share time with me.

I don't think that the danger is great. From our chats, our emails, and our phone conversations, I think that we'll be able to have a lot of fun over the next while, at least.

Yes, I realize that this sounds suspicious. I've been burned too many times in the past by relationships that started with a bang (pun intended) and ended with recriminations. I try to take each day as it is, and find things to enjoy as they come.

I make no promises at this time for us. I cannot. Nor can you. We are two adults, who have found many, many layers of commonality between us. This is the beginning, and what happens, will happen. It may be good - for a long time. I'm hoping so.


I do make promises of what I will do with you.

I promise that I will tease you.

I promise to do everything I can to learn what pleases you the most.

I promise to teach you ways to please me.

I promise to make you feel safe, and appreciated.

I promise to make you feel wicked and naughty.

I promise to share laughter, serious conversation, and opinions with you, without reservation, without posing or falsehood. I will only be me, not who I think you want me to be.

I will write you naughty, wicked, erotic stories, designed to inflame and excite you.

I will explore your sexuality, as I explore mine, and together we will find a wonderful place where we can try things that we are ashamed to think about.

You will be my angel, and I will bind you, and take you, and make you beg, and make you scream.

I will do things to you that you never realized would excite you. I will watch you squirm, excited and embarrassed. I will bring you to the brink of orgasm, only to halt, and let you recover.

You will beg me to touch you,
you will try to get away from my touch,
you will plead for my touch.

I promise you new experiences, in and out of the bedroom. In public, secretly. At night, with the fear being caught. In a darkened theater. In a resturaunt. At a coffee shop. I will tell you things that will excite you. I will do things to excite you. I will make you think about things that will excite you. And I will calmly sit with you, and watch you squirm, and bite your lip, and look at me pleadingly.

I do not do these things only for myself. I do not want to do this merely for the joy of doing them. I do them because you want them too, because you enjoy our little games as much as I do,if not more. I want to find the depths behind your smile, behind your shyness, and make you feel like the exciting, sexual woman that you are..

It won't be perfect. I will have days where I don't want to play, where I just want to talk, or be alone. I am a man, full of all the things that implies. And you won't always be as eager as you are right now, you'll have days where you don't want to be played with, where you just want to be held, cuddled, and listened to. You are a woman, full of all the things that implies. But I'll be as patient as I can.


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