If you have been reading for a while you might have picked up that I have a great fondness for Sebastian. From his very first email 4 1/2 years ago his words have touched me so very deeply. He has been and always will be my greatest ‘mind fuck’. We have only met in person 4 times and the last was 2 years ago. We can go weeks or even months without speaking. But he seems to have a sixth sense as every time I feel at my lowest he will appear on my screen as if by magic. He always without fail lifts my spirits.
We spoke briefly after christmas but not since so I was rather suprised to discover an offline message from him when I woke this morning. I then found this among my emails. I adore this man although I know we will never be more than secret friends. He has such a way with words that I wanted to share them with you.
my dear gorgeous lady
I love that new Hotmail account photo of you. You have such an attractive face, warm friendly open smile and soft fun eyes.
You look so beautiful in that photo I fall in lust and love all over again.
The days before you cut off all your sensual curls. I like women with short cropped hair, but on you, I find the curls work better on you, more feminine, more womanly.
You are most certainly more womanly that the photo portrays, cut off just bellow the necklace. But I have a photo that displays jewels richer than any man could possibly hope for. Jewels that cascade amply from your shoulders offering a cleavage so deep that I’m always filled with the desire to dive into it from a dizzy making height, the landing into which is always so soft, so inviting, so feminine, so womanly, so motherly sexual you would have me drown in their heavenliness as they fall to your ample sensual soft tummy.
I look upon your photo, my version, and am filled with desire to have you here in front of me in person teasing me with your womanly wiles as you slowly pick the buttons apart to reveal the deepest darkness cleft between each heavenly orb. Would that you hold them individually each in turn in your elegant feminine fingers.
Feed me your nipples, not to suckle as a child, (although Freud may comment) but to suck as a man filled with sexual intent to divest through them into your loins a pleasure most profound. Suckle if I must in your arms, because you are all mothering and all womanly and all desirable to me. Would that, child like, I could nestle into you body and soul and loose myself, but then manlike allow my hands the freedom of inquisitiveness and search for secrets and ways they might reciprocate the warmth and strength in your arms. To nurture a primal desire in you to lay yourself bare to the boy who turn himself firmly and rampantly into a man just by the nature of your womanliness.
Let me kiss you with the passion that stirs within me for you. Let me kiss with the deepest passion the lips of your soft welcoming mouth, the stirring succulent dampness of your maidenhood and the vulgar tightness that lays between the darling ample cheeks of your backside.
From your arms you deliver the man who desires you in every way. Let him take you thrice, in ways natural and unnatural. Let him feel the warmth of you as you enjoy the thrill of his manhood deep within you. Let him expel his lust over and over and over within you so he can kiss each and lap up the evidence and with a last and final embrace in your arms our lips collide for an exchange of such heightened passion as we both drink from your soft sweet gentle mouth the sweet nectar only you can unleash from his loins.
OMG! The power of photography. And they say a photograph never lies.
I adore you and lust you always and in every way.