Erotic Pen Pals 9 (Joe: Raining)

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You kiss me deeply, tasting what I did on your lips and loving every bit of it. You let your own juices dribble off my chin and catch them on the tip of your tongue, your taste buds dancing in the moment. You give me a mischievous smile, daring my tongue to play with yours. But the time for play is over. The time we have both been waiting for since the moment our eyes locked for the very first time mere hours ago is here. Neither of us need any direction. We share the same thought, and now we’ll share the same body.

 

Wrapping your legs around my hips, you guide me in to you. Still wet from your juices and my saliva, I find my way into you without a problem. You definitely don’t have a problem as your mouth opens before closing and biting your lip with ardor. Grabbing the back of my neck with your hands, you bring me in close for another deep, sensual, tongue-filled kiss and just taking in the feel of my hard dick inside you. Propping your knee up with one hand and bracing myself on your hip, I begin slowly thrusting. I get deeper and deeper inside you with each thrust, allowing my swollen manhood to get drenched in your juices. You moan, sliding your blouse further down, allowing me to get a view of your perfect breasts bouncing rhythmically to my thrusts in the dim light. I speed up, fucking you harder, feeling the table beneath us wobble with each thrust. It wasn’t meant for this and I imagine when it was built and installed in this conference room, no one had idea idea that one night two strangers would fulfill their bottle desires on it.

I can’t take it any more, I need you in every way. I pick you up with my hands and hold you close to me, kissing you and feeling your breasts wet from your sweat against my chest. I turn around to and gently take you to the floor. Instinctively, you get on all fours. Your tight ass glistening from the combined sweat from our bodies. I enter you without a moment’s hesitation, grabbing on to your hips and slowly driving myself further into you. You moan and gasp with euphoria, the sound of which encourages me even more. Squeezing your ass, I gently spank you. You turn your head sharply, throwing me a look of lust I will never forget. I know that if I continue this way, I may not make it much longer and I want to squeeze every minute from you that I can. Reaching down around you, I cup and squeeze both of your breasts, pulling your body up to me. Gently, I chew on your ear and kiss your cheek, whispering delicately “Want more?”

 

 

JOE to RET via email

Well…do you want more? 🙂

RET to JOE via email

oh.my.

you can pound out three paragraphs -just. like. that. (snap my fingers)

argh. I’m going to fall over.

JOE to RET via email

Should I continue? I’ve got a few other things I want to do to you right now (in the story and in real life, but we’ll just stick with the story).

ME to JOE via email

If you have time to continue, yes, yes, an emphatic yes.some of the story is blurring into real life…at least i can feel it cumming off the pages right into that warm spot between my thighs..
JOE installment

The only sound you manage to make in response was somewhere between a moan and a whisper.

In any language, in any voice, it meant the same thing. Whispering more, I tell you to stand up and put your blouse mostly back on. Slowly removing myself from you, you moan in protest. I assure you that what’s in store next will make up for this brief intermission. After replacing your blouse, minus your panties and bra, I slide my pants back on. Leading you by the hand back outside. By now, the rain is pouring down and everyone from the party has left in an effort to stay ahead of it. Or so we thought.

The rain hit our bare skin and we took in the view over the city. Taking you back to where we shared our first exploration of each others body, I turn your around and lift your blouse back up. The cold rain on your skin makes your blouse harder to manage. In a fit of ecstasy, you remove it entire. Your naked body now firmly in my grasp and collecting the cool water, your nipples stand erect. Smiling to myself, I follow suit. The rain feels almost as though it was sent by the god himself on our hot bodies. I enter you again, my dick dripping with natural lubricant from several sources. Harder and harder I thrust, pulling your wet hair into a pony tail and using it to gain leverage into. The thrill of the moment is too much, and your voice begins to build on itself. I know what is coming, and I’m ready. Right as your last breath enters your mouth to vocalize your passionate orgasm, I quickly pull out, spin you around, rest one of your legs on my shoulder and return my tongue to the depths of your pussy. You squirm, moan, and tense up, spilling all your juices into my mouth, where they belong.

ME to JOE via email

i’m left withonlyclicheaftercliche after that…spent.I have no arms around me. I can’t lean into your shoulder…I can’t dry off the rain. I’m not with you.buti am so.with.you. I hope we can continue this arrangement.Jump to previous Erotic Pen Pals 8 (Joe: Conference Room)Jump to next Erotic Pen Pals 10 (Joe: Negotiating Partners)

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Erotic Pen Pals 5 (Joe: Party)

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Even as my head screamed in opposition to being uncharacteristically bold, I left my inhibitions behind. Her skin felt soft, almost inviting under my lips, and the scent of her hair filled my head like the perfectly aged wine she held so delicately in her hand. I had become so wonderfully engrossed by her that I couldn’t be bothered to notice the snickering taking place behind me. My attention during this brief moment of existence was all hers, my beautiful stranger.

As I leaned out, the noisy environment we found ourselves in caught up to us.

However distracted I once was, I knew what I wanted and what I wanted was to be alone with her in the purest sense. Somehow I knew nothing I could offer her would ever be what I felt she deserved, but I was so captivated by her being that I didn’t care. What I could give her was, in my mind, exactly what she longed for. This moment of weakness on both of our parts filled me with the confidence of a conquering general, and I gently took her hand in mine. I should have expected resistance and in any other circumstance I would have been surprised; not tonight. Once she felt my hand take hers, she was swept up in my appetite for romance.

I lead her outside to the balcony, drinks in hand and smiles plastered across our faces. We sat out there, above the weeping world covered in the glisten of the recent rain. Together, we were rulers. Her laughter steadily and reliably recharged me, and I was ready to swear off sleep with her until our bodies couldn’t support their weight and we collapsed in a heap of tangled limbs and hair. Never in my life have I conversed with someone with whom I intended to bed. However, never in my life have I felt such a calling. No one has ever reached me in such a way before. I was exploring it, I was exploring her.

Calmly, I looked into her eyes and the passion they were bursting with; the same passion I could feel she tried to deny but couldn’t. I could see it in her actions, her words, and her tone. She was a dam of ecstasy and excitement bursting at the seems. She was hanging on my every word and finally my voice found purchase with someone who challenged me on every level. I racked my brain for the words, and I was coming up with nothing. How to tell her all these feelings? In the space where words fail, I had no other option. Resting my hand on her neck and feeling her pulse race, I placed my other hand on her hip, pulling her close to me. Her eyes closed. My eyes closed. Our lips met.

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Erotic Pen Pals 2 (Introduction)

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RET:

So you are interested in writing erotic stories for me, about me, with me?

Able to fabricate a delicate balance between lust and passion?

 

JOE:

I’m interested in writing erotic stories for, about, and with you, as well as have you write some for/about/with me as well. Maintaining the delicate balance between lust and passion has been a tricky thing for me. As much as I want to use dirty talk (which I’m not sure how you feel about, but sometimes it can really hammer home a point), I’d like to learn other ways to describe a passionate love scene.What are you interested in doing?

RET:

Dirty talk is great at the right times, but one it flies off of the page and into my head  and then disappoints, doesn’t hold attention as long, or as powerfully. Even dirty talk can be well-written into a moving moment…there’s a book that is total trash, The Other Bolynn girl , i think it is called, by Philippa Gregory…with a scene in it between a woman and a man who is not wealthy, who is of farming/menial lifestyle, etc and the scene between the two is carnal and powerful and raw, the language not flowery but so kind, completely worth reading over and over and over….

I can be a reader for you and will develop a connection to you that will scare me, a little, because i will give human connection to your story. I believe everyone deserves passion and lust and this kind of basic, erotic,  human connection in this world.

 

Actual human touch can be both kind and callous, but in a book, or on the written page, in an on-line email exchange, IF well done, lets the reader almost feel the depth of the stroke, etc….Through writing about you, for you, with you,  I can take more risk, expose a more playful, sensual and exhibitionist side because, at the heart of my being, I’m a generous lover and I know how great the gift of a passionate encounter can be and I don’t want anyone to live life without the opportunity to know the richness of being fully satisfied, safe and treasured by someone…

 

does this make sense?

 

JOE:

I think it makes perfect sense and even reading it made me a little excited in anticipation for what will our exchange will create. I also feel like it’ll be a good challenge for me to really move away from the dirty talk that I normally use when writing about an erotic experience. I have a very active imagination, so once I get started I can find plenty of ways to keep things fresh and make you want more. I’m really interested to hear what you’ll do for me too.

RET:

First big step for you then. I need your name. I do not need your surname. I need a physical description so i can see you writing with me. I already have a little bit of your voice in my head but that will develop as i read what you write. Some ground rules:  i have a day job and a night job so  you have to prepare yourself to not hang on every hit of the send button…and you have to prepare yourself that if I don’t respond in depth or quickly or (insert your choice of adjective/adverb) it isn’t because I don’t like the path your story is taking,  or am not enjoying your writing, etc. I have a lot going on and an odd schedule…

 

I have to keep a balance in my off-line work and my on-line work or this kind of exchange can take over my days…and weeks…and…

 

Any rules from you?

 

JOE:

I’m pretty average height. I have black hair that’s always kept short (crew cut short) and very deep brown eyes. I always have a little stubble and a short goatee. Growing up, and still even today, I had a lot of compliments about my eye lashes being long. The defining aspect of my face is the scar under my left eye that I got when I was 5 years old. I have a tattoo on me left shoulder of the cat from the Blues Traveler album “Four.” When I smile, I tend to smirk more than smile.All your rules sound fine and I can very easily respect your boundaries. Right now, I can’t think of any “rules” I want you to adhere to, but should something arise I will be sure to mention it; never in a vindictive way. I think communication is important and since I’m really excited to write with/about/for you, I really want to make sure you’re happy enough to keep coming back to it.

 

RET:

i have blues traveler Four playing in the background right now.

i like, btw.

thanks for the description. v. helpful. (hoping i can stretch that smirk into a smile someday for you…)

I’m not average height. I’m 5′ 7 but carry myself like I’m 5′ 9. I light up a room and frequently get that flash of the lust-look from those who haven’t mastered the ability to mask their public appreciation for an attractive woman.  I don’t mind.  If I’m not attracted,  or they offend me, i shut them down.  I generally wear a smile, all the way to my hazel eyes, and I know that sometimes i share it too easily. I often invade other’s space typically by touching them on the shoulder when I’m walking through a crowded room or by searching  too long by looking into their eyes as I try to detect a gentle kindness inside or a sense of humor. I have straight brown, blonde, copper hair (today!) which i usually wear in a bob, sometimes tucked behind my ears. Often i wear it up at work and add a pair of glasses, a modern day fashion accessory, instead of wearing my contacts. I have a classic nose, a long, long neck, good skin, and a beautiful line you can’t help but trace if get the chance to put your hands on that warm place just under my ear, right where you can feel my heart pulsing, and then tenderly slide your fingertips down to the top of my shoulder and back to that silky strap that will call out to you, begging you to hook a finger under it….

 

more later.

JOE:

If everything I get from you gets my heart to flutter the way it just did, then my dear, you will get your wish for getting me to smile.

 

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Erotic Pen Pals 1 (Preface)

typewriter keysA couple of years ago I exchanged emails with a talented young man as part of a creative writing exercise.  We “met” through an online creative writing program of his design with the goal to create heated pieces of writing with an erotic fantasy slant, written for and with a like-minded writing partner.

The plan to take turns expanding the story based on the previous installment worked very well.  The pieces we submitted over the course of the engagement will be published here, on RetMP,  under the Pen Pal category.

Sometimes, a post will include actual on-line correspondence between the two of us.  Over a span of about three months we emailed regularly while filing stories and watching as our characters’ relationship matured on the page and grew more bold after each taking.

The collaboration was a wonderful and painful writing experiment.

It revealed how personal life regardless of our wishes and limits,  infiltrates our online persona, pushes our writing abilities and serves as a gateway to learning about emotional awareness we may not have tapped when constrained by traditional mores, traditional roles and health and safety concerns of  real life encounters.

Further, writing with anonymity is very liberating.

Though we never intended to meet- in fact both preferred not- we did find ourselves challenged to remain writing friends, to keep fantasy from reality.

Our time together as on-line lovers was brief;  our scenes fast paced and satisfying.

Yet, at times, we pushed established limits of non-physical interaction by requested meets or sharing where the other was working or traveling with direct intent to create an opportunity for live contact.  Gratefully,  each inherently stepped into common-sense mode, one being weak exactly when the other was solid and strong,  and thereby balancing each other’s requests for real touch from the writing partner.   We almost never wavered.

The Contributors:

Pen Pal Joe spends his working hours in IT.   Our writing goals collided after he completed time in the military and he was returning to the university.  While writing some racy fantasy scenes for a girlfriend he realized he had a gift for writing and he wanted to explore it with a like-minded writer.  The project served to meet his goals of utilizing his vast creative sexual knowledge and solid writing skills to convey a connection in a more poetic format than the porn style writing he was used to consuming and producing.

Pen Pal Ret, as a blogger for a variety of parenting websites and a PR consultant,  set goals for the project including a complete change in genre and the opportunity to explore sexual adventures, push the boundaries of gender and women’s studies with erotic and fantasy pieces.  I also wanted to advance my writing skills beyond the technical reporting and research topics typical of my work.  Admittedly,  I found it very moving to be the intended audience for a story and fun to find snippets and vocabulary from non-story correspondence included in the fantasy writing installments ; talk about knowing one’s audience! Thank you, Joe.

Comments and questions on posts are always welcome and with some encouragement,  perhaps Joe and I will work together to respond to readers.

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How whatever-this-is Begins

Adult pen pal – m4w – 30 (city)

typewriter keys

I posted this once, but I think I’m gonna try again and reword it: I’d like to find someone with whom to exchange emails, stories, fantasies, and maybe even a picture or two.

I’m really not interested in any type of physical relationship at the moment. I want to try having someone I can trade a few emails with, share stories (real and fictitious) and maybe pictures if we get brave enough. In my last relationship, my girlfriend often asked me to write for her and come up with fantasies on the spot to tell her. Writing has always been one of my strong points and I’d like to try doing this to see if it’s as fun as I make it out to be in my head.

To help weed out spammers, put your favorite author/book series in the subject line.

She keys in Dickens, Chabon, Ondaatje and hits Send. 

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