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Chapter 4: Absence Makes Our Lust Grow Hotter “This evening I need to pack for my cross-country business trip,” I continued my Sept. 23 email reply to Eric. “I’m going to leave for the airport about 6:30 tomorrow morning. We’ll be apart for just 6 days, until my return on Sunday the 28th. But after FINALLY getting to touch those special parts of each other, those 6 days are going to seem like 6 years to me! “Hope to hear from you tonight. Then, I’ll go to sleep with sweet dreams of us. Tomorrow morning, while I’m waiting at the airport I’ll go online and savor every loving, sexy word in your message. “This morning, exploring each other, was a wonderful send-off for this trip. But it would have been even better if I could fly off with your so obvious passion deep in me, so deep in me, all warm and sweet and gooey and wonderful, to savor on my long flight. But alas, not yet. “And I wish I could, while on my flight, know that I had left my own juices on more than just your fingers this morning. To fly off knowing my juices are on that so very special part of you, sure would make the long flight a lot more bearable. But even though we couldn’t yet. I’m happy with the mutual exploring we did this morning….for now! Some day, my sweet darling, some day soon.” His sweet email reply was the perfect send-off before my flight: “My sweet cherished one. I just got home from the grocery store and as always, happy to see your message. I feel I should be the one thanking YOU! The way it felt to finally touch you and be touched by you, this will keep you front and center on my mind until your return. “You’re right, what we have is all of those things: hunger, desire, passion, affection, and appreciation, tender yet powerful. Also respect and trust. And you’re right, had we been able to do all that we wanted to this morning, without risk of being caught, I would be savoring your juices on more than my fingers, and thinking of how you are on that long flight, all full of the warm goo that expresses how deeply I care about you. If ONLY! “I don’t know why the thought occurred to me that should our circumstances ever change for us both, there could be more for us. I guess because I didn’t start having good relationships until fairly late in life, and I can’t see being alone and empty like in my younger years, especially knowing there’s someone as amazing as you around. I just think that if you or I ever do have a ‘next relationship,’ we may have already found it in each other. But I’m happy with whatever life brings, and although there are troubles, they don’t matter; my life is perfect now, since meeting you. “You didn’t embarrass or offend me. I very much like the image your words stirred up, about us naked on the beach and enjoying each other in the surf and the sand. I also want you to know, I’m remembering where your hand was so sweetly expressing your love for me this morning….and right now, this same place is exactly where my own hand is right now as I savor that mental image of beach sex that you paint. “Yes I’m a gentleman as you say, or mostly so. But I have a lot of love and passion in my soul, too. I was raised to be a gentleman by my dad. He was a true gentleman, and he had a deep love for his wife, my mom. I always looked up to him. But when I’m with you, it’s hard to remain gentlemanly. It’s just, well, HARD…..pun definitely intended! “As great as your endless orgasms felt on my fingers this morning, I can hardly wait to experience your juices, which I am certain taste delicious, on my tongue….and on my ‘elsewhere.’ Eric“ I called him from the airport before my flight took off. I already missed him terribly. I told him that the minute I landed on my return trip, I was going to book us a motel room so I wouldn’t have to wait one second longer than necessary to feel all that wonderful hardness FINALLY slipping deep into my body, and into the depths of my very SOUL! I would have called him again that evening, but I knew he would be back home with his estranged wife, and I figured she wouldn’t appreciate me calling to tell her husband that I was ravenously hungry to ride him for hours and hours and hours. That evening, he sent me another email: “I can’t stop thinking about your phone call and that motel where we will finally do everything we want to, for HOURS, in total privacy. With luck I’ll see you –every sweet unveiled bit of you — on Sunday. You know that after several lonely, horny days apart, there’s no WAY we are going to remain clothed when next we meet!!! I bet you’re thinking that, too. Have a safe trip and see you –ALL of you — on your return.” I was so turned on by the events and conversations and emails of the previous few days, and the thought of that motel room I would book for us when I get back, as I replied: “My dearest, sweetest…Thank you for your message, your friendship, and for what you wrote about your dad. It’s beautiful and inspiring, and so are you! You are beautiful to look at, wonderful to touch, and a beautiful soul, and so sexy I can hardly stand it when we’re apart. “Mmmm, you say you’re hard right now, that has become one of my favorite mental images of late! Every time you tell me that you are hard thinking about ME, my heartbeat quickens. You know if I could, I would be right there planting adoring kisses where your hand is touching that most wonderful part of you. “Good night, and pleasant dreams! See you soon–and yes I agree, I’ll see ALL of you! From how it felt in my hand, I have a mental image of what it looks like, but yes when I get back I want to SEE it! And taste it!!!! And ride, ride, ride, RIDE it! Yours…soon to be ALL yours!” He wrote back: “Darling. You amaze me how you take away my ability to find the words, since I’ve been a writer all my life, and words are my stock in trade. ‘Beautiful and inspiring?’ oh how wonderful of you to say, and how befitting in describing you as well. The feel of you squeezing and hungrily pulling my fingers deeper into your moistness this morning inspired all sorts of things!!! My heart, and a certain other part of me so recently in your very capable hands, both swell şişli escort at the thought of you, the words and the images of you, knowing your various current trials and tribulations in life so similar to my own, the feelings between us, so much more. And words become difficult and wholly insufficient for it all. My dreams shall indeed be sweet, so long as you are in them. You….in my dreams and gloriously naked. The sweetest dream possible. The time apart will be nearly impossible for me, as I know it will be for you. Know that you shall be in my thoughts as I know I’ll be in yours, until we find each other’s arms again. With much less clothing on us than this morning.” I wrote back, “My Dearest, Since I have also a writer for as long as I can remember, I very much appreciate what you share with me in your emails… and when we are together. What you shared with me this morning was especially wonderful!!! Your hardness and your juices felt WONDERFUL on my hand and it was AMAZING for me to be able to come all over YOUR hand! For what we have, words can only symbolize what we would like to say, do and be. There are multiple ways of knowing and being, and we’ve just started finding them. The exploration is the best part of the journey, don’t you think? “Tomorrow, I need to put the finishing touches on the presentation I will be making on my business trip—the reason I have to be so long out of your arms and out of your PANTS! I have a two-hour layover when I change planes, and I’ll finalize my presentation then, and I’ll look for your sweet words, too. Maybe I’d better do my preparation for my presentation first, because once I read your sexy loving words, I’m not sure I’ll be able to focus. “Sleep well, my sweet…I know I shan’t sleep well until what was in my hand this morning can finally be between BOTH sets of my lips that hunger for you! ….. Yours, 100% all yours” I was sitting in the airport, waiting to change planes for my destination that would take me to the opposite end of the country from the man I hungered for. I don’t know how I kept my hands out of my panties as I read his magical words while waiting in the crowded terminal: “Yes,” he wrote, “we are on a wonderful explorative journey. I’m eager and happy to go wherever our explorations may lead us. And I’m sure you will do well with your presentation. “I have to tell you of the wonderful dream of you I had last night,” he continued. “I hope it will not embarrass you, the graphic details. I’m also hoping it will keep you thinking of me, and of when we can next be together on your return. “In my dream last night, you were lying flat on your back, naked. Your right leg was bent at the knee, your right knee was raised, your right foot was flat on the bed. Your left leg extended straight out in front of you, flat on the bed. My hands slowly, gently separated your thighs, and my face nestled between your soft thighs. You clamped your thighs tightly around my ears as I began to kiss you there. Your nether lips tasted even sweeter than I already well know the lips on your face do. “I broadened my tongue and began to slowly lap at your sweetness. Your back arched high as you pushed yourself closer to my face. Your incredible long, sexy-as-hell legs, were wrapped around my neck, your bare feet on my shoulder blades, as I kissed and licked the source of all those juices from yesterday, some of which I think are STILL between my fingers. “With a sweet moan, your entire body convulsed, and you began to feed me such tasty feminine nectar. I hungrily licked-up every tasty drop flowing from you. “I awoke realizing that as wonderful as this dream was, the reality, when it finally does happen, is sure to be even better than the dream! “I wanted you not to forget what lies waiting for you on your return. So here is a photo I just took of how hard I am under my jeans, just thinking of you right now. But you already know what awaits you. You’ve already felt that you affect me in this way. You now know first HAND how much warm, gooey loving I have to give you, what I will give you soon (I love how you hunger for me to give you this precious gift), I make you that promise that I will give you all that you hunger for. Wish you were here right NOW to peel these jeans off of me and I could share what’s obviously underneath with you – IN you. “I hope our plans we discussed on the phone earlier tonight will work out; I know neither of us can hardly wait for that motel room the day you get back, to FINALLY make all our dreams come true. Just hours and hours of turning our sweet dreams of each other into unforgettable spectacular reality. Until then, as you can see in this photo, I eagerly await your next message. “Yours in body, mind, and spirit–well, not yet in body but soon, very soon, body too will be yours, all yours to enjoy, my beloved.” Mmmmm, what his photo DID to me! All that thick hard ridge, that soon would be mine, all mine, to hold and to kiss and to taste and to ride. Mmmmm! “My panties were totally RUINED now, just looking at that photo and remembering and imagining! My little black silk panties got SO soaked. I headed to the airport bathroom, skimmed off my panties, jammed two fingers into me, remembering how amazing HIS fingers had felt when down my panties earlier in the week. After trembling through four orgasms, remembering HIM, remembering the best and sweetest and sexiest PART of him throbbing and coming in my hand. Not really satisfied giving myself the 4 orgasms I wanted HIM to give me, I tossed my impossibly soaked panties in the trash can—I could hardly put them back on me like that – and I returned to the terminal. Then I wrote back: “My darling….I don’t have much time, because it took me a little longer to get past airport security…. and they will be boarding my flight in a few minutes, but wow! Reading your sweet adoring lusty words, I came so hard and so much that I had to throw my panties in the trash, they got too wet for me to wear them anymore. And as I sit here in the airport pantiless, how I wish your face was under my skirt, pleasuring me right now! “As escort şişli I read your sexy prose, I cannot help but think of the song “Secret Garden.” I will only say that it’s been a long, long time and the wish is mutual. “Tell me your secret I don’t wanna know about just any secret I wanna know about that special secret {Oh} Because tonight I want you to learn all about the secrets In your garden “I wanna read your mind, know you deepest feelings I wanna make it right for you Baby, show me Let me share the mystery, oh (Come on, come on, come on, come on) Listen to your heart tonight (Come on, come on, come on) Make it alright, yeah, yeah, yeah (Come on, come out tonight) “I know a melody that we could sing together I’ve got the secret key to you, baby Let’s make music Harmonizin’ ecstasy (Come on, come on, come on, come on) Come on, sing it to me “Here in the garden Where temptation feels so right Passion can make you fall for what you feel In the garden {Ooh…} We can make it come alive { We can make it come alive} Every night, oh, woman {Every single night} Your secret garden, hoo…hoo…hoo…hoo… “Oh, baby I need to be with you, let me lay beside you Do what you want me to all night Gonna hold you Ooh, baby, can I touch you there (Come on, come on, come on, come on) I can keep you satisfied, baby (Come on, come on, come on) Ooh, ooh-wee, ooh-wee, baby Please, baby, oh, darlin’ (Come on, come out tonight) “Yeah, baby I’ll take good care of you That’s what a man is supposed to do And I’ll be there for you all the time Let you hair down Let me get you in the mood (Come on, come on, come on, come on) Come on, take me, take me with you “Into the garden Where temptation feels so right Passion can make you fall for what you feel In the garden We can make it come alive Every night, oh, woman Here in the secret garden, hoo…hoo…hoo…hoo… “And I never wanted anyone (Woo…ooh…ooh…woo…) I never wanted anyone as much as I, as much as I want you I want you to show me, I want you to tell me how you feel (Ooh-wee, ooh-wee, baby) All the secrets “If you think I am gonna take care of you If you think I have got what you need Sho’ you right [And I want to take our time because we have all night] If you think I am gonna be good to you If you think I like what you do Sho’ you right (Oh, I’m gon’ be so good to you, baby, ooh-wee, ooh-wee, baby) “If you think I am gonna take care of you (Hey…) If you think I have got what you need Sho’ you right [Let me know your secrets] If you think I am gonna be good to you If you think I like what you do Sho’ you right [Sho’ you right, baby, you don’t know me] “If you think I am gonna take care of you {Ooh…} If you think I have got what you need Sho’ you right [How does that feel] If you think I am gonna be good to you (I’m gonna be good to you) If you think I like what you do (Oh…) Sho’ you right (Oh…) “If you think I am gonna take care of you If you think I have got what you need Sho’ you right (Turn the lights down low) If you think I am gonna be good to you “As for the JPEG you sent, pictures really do say a thousand words. Mmmm, I can hardly wait to unwrap you!!! Yes, I do remember how good what’s under your jeans felt in my hand–how could I forget? But I long to see it, and to put it in all sorts of places where I want it. Where I need it. “Wherever we go in the ‘secret garden,’ it will be wonderful. I won’t know about Sunday and the motel until tonight or tomorrow, but will let you know. I’ll email you while I’m on layover to change planes on my return flight. He wrote back: “How strange to be downtown early morning without you in my arms! I hope your trip goes well. I can hardly wait to see you again. And to do more than kiss you–and to kiss parts of you that I suspect haven’t been kissed in a VERY long time. And to feel your kisses in places on me where I haven’t been kissed in ages. Hurry back; it’s tough waiting for all that we want to do with each other. But you’re worth the wait. “I love those Secret Garden lyrics you sent to me, and I love that you feel this way about me. I think these lyrics sum up how I feel about you. It’s James Taylor’s “How Sweet it is” which I heard when I was mailing a letter in the post office this morning: “I needed the shelter of someone’s arms, there you were I needed someone to understand my ups and downs, there you were …. Deeply touching my emotion I want to stop and thank you baby I want to stop and thank you baby (yes I do) … I close my eyes at night Wondering where would I be without you in my life Everything I did was just a bore Everywhere I went it seems I’d been there before But you brighten up for me all of my days.” I replied: “ My darling, Thank you for the lyrics from James Taylor… I agree that is also an appropriate choice for us. What music would you like for our first time together, whenever that may be? “Darling,” he emailed back to me, “I don’t know about a special song, let me think about that. Usually a special song just happens, associated with something special that happens and has significance, meaning. I’m sure we’ll find what’s right. Anyway, the rhythm of our loving motion, two moving together as one, will be the sweetest music that no song will be able to enhance.” My reply: “ When the time is right, we can make our own music. I’m sure we can really harmonize with each other . In fact, I think we already do. Stereo moaning and purring will be the sweetest music we can and will share. “I love hearing your voice and enjoy our phone visits (as well as those we make online and in person, although long distance is not the same as being there). I want to, I need to kiss you, to touch you, to do the ‘so much more’ we’ve talked about.” His reply: “Yes, the rhythm of our bodies moving as one will be the sweetest music. And we will find ‘our special song.’ Duet in Moans.” I wrote back: “ Sweetheart, I’m looking forward to that rhythm… a song and a dance of celebration for us, when we can get lost in each other and do and be everything for each other. This morning, I woke up in the hotel bazillion miles mecidiyeköy from you, and I kept thinking of a song by Chicago… ’cause I’m wishing you were here! “Even though you’re far away, you’re on my mind. Wishing you were here… And I’d love to change my life and you know I would Just to be with you tonight, baby, if I could… “But there’s GOOD news, too. I won’t have to miss you quite as long as I thought, won’t have to wait until Sunday the 28th to see you after all. They’re going to let me fly home Friday morning instead of Sunday, so that way I won’t have to be away from you all weekend on top of being away from you all week, before I can be in your arms again. The Friday morning flight should get me sometime in the afternoon. I think we can celebrate a new holiday together, call it MOTEL FRIDAY!” His simple reply was a huge smiley face in 72 point type! That said it all for BOTH of us. On Wednesday morning (24 th ), I sent him: “I need to get dressed (I’m naked right now, so I REALLY wish you were here!) and go downstairs to make my presentation. But we’ll be together, soon (NOT dressed). Can’t wait to get back to you, and will let you know what I find out about Friday together in the motel, after I talk to my supervisor about taking Friday off. It shouldn’t be a problem, since I’m flying home two days early and otherwise wouldn’t have been at the office on Friday anyway. Of course, I can’t exactly tell my boss I want to skip work to finally get to ride the hell out of you, but obviously that’s how I’d prefer to spend Friday over being at work. “This whole business trip, I can’t think about my presentation. I can only focus on how I wish I was there with you. Let’s just say it’s perhaps a good thing you weren’t on the plane with me. The delicious thoughts I had of you, had you been there to act on them, might have gotten us both arrested. Miss you terribly, and look forward to seeing and holding you again soon, my sweet! Holding you and holding that special PART of you too! Mmmmmm! (shiver)” “My Sweet,” he wrote back, “Yes, I wish I could have been with you, too. Too bad airlines no longer offer you those big blankets. They can hide a lot of mischief! (wink) The feelings about missing you and holding you are VERY mutual, I assure you! I miss you too – and yes, I miss touching that special part of you, too. Mmmmm! I’d better stop this now and get back to work before I grow an appendage that will be HARD (pun intended) to explain to my co-workers. I’ll ‘talk’ to you online tonight.” In my hotel room, I wrote back that night (24 th ), “Mmmmmm… just the thought of mischief in the plane makes me smile through and through. I don’t think any laundry could get out what we would have left on that airline blanket! “I arrived at my hotel about an hour ago. The flight was uneventful. I managed to take a nap on the plane, and had a nice little hot erotic dream about us during….. and after, when you draw me closer to you, and pull the motel blanket up over both our sticky bodies, while we whisper sweet nothings to each other. Soon that will happen, and you have no IDEA how moist I am right now, thinking about that, anticipating…..I’m so horny for you right now, I could SCREAM! “Well, darling, I’m going to take a bath, and I’ll pretend that the washcloth is your hands, your mouth, your sweet hardness touching me everywhere. And I look forward to hearing from you later tonight. Wish I could pull you into the tub with me….and pull you into me. “Now that I have had you in my hand and erupting all over my fingers, now that I have FINALLY orgasmed all over your hand for half an hour non-stop, I ache to feel you in me and repeatedly bursting deep into me, as I burst all over you….endlessly! I want that to start, the MINUTE that I see you again!” ”Hi my sweet,” he wrote. “ Mmmm, the thought of you and me with the blanket pulled up, the ‘juices’ still warm on each other’s body. The thought of joining you in that bath (I take baths sometimes, I find them very soothing compared to a shower, after an especially tough day). These thoughts of you make me shiver! And in a very good way! “ After reading your post, I too took a bath and imagined you were there with me, under me, as I slid and slid and slid all that I want to give you, all that you want to receive from me, sliding so lovingly into you through the soap suds. And you, so tight around me, your magnificent bush tickling me in my descent. Right now, I’m longing to touch you, hungering for your touch, more than mere words can ever express. “Speaking of words, I found a snippet of Beatles lyrics that seems to fit what I’m thinking right now: I got arms that long to hold you And keep you by my side. I got lips that long to kiss you And keep you satisfied “I’m all nice and clean now. I slipped into these boxers and took this photo tonight, so you can see my bare chest and legs and the bulge you will soon get to see uncovered, too. I hope that will keep you wanting to get that motel for us as soon possible. Let me know if Friday morning can work out to get together and make all our hot fantasies come true. I don’t think either of us can wait may more days, if not Friday.” “ My sweet,” I fired back, “Mmmmm, the lyrics from the Beatles are perfect… as I mentioned, the flight was uneventful, but travel can be tiring, and I’m glad to have had the opportunity to clean up and rest. Miss you, though. And wish we had been together to wash each other. Trust me, I was imagining those were YOUR fingers washing me in the tub! “Thank you for the picture of you in your boxers. I always appreciate seeing the sweet bulge that has inspired so many feverish dreams in me, in the short time I’ve known you, that I finally got to touch this week, but STILL have yet to see unwrapped, have yet to taste, have yet to ride…. But even so, your bulge is such a treat, and your picture will inspire me to think – and dream – of you tonight. “Mmmmm, to peel you out of those boxers and enjoy you everywhere I want you, everywhere I need you to be. Although even peeled down to only your boxers, I gotta say, you still have WAY too much clothing on. I think from now on, whenever and wherever possible, I don’t want you to be with me any other way than NAKED!!! “I don’t have too many pictures of me, but I found one from about 5 years ago, taken in the garden I planted of the house where I used to live.

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