I Love How You Fuck Me:

Being fucked by you, it is the most amazing thing I have ever felt in my life, physically and emotionally. I was only 16 when you seduced me for the first time and I gave it up to you so willingly! I couldn't get my panties down fast enough to suit me!

You have been the only man to ever make me starve for someone's touch. I have fucked others and been fucked in return, but no man has ever made me cum during sex. I used to fake my orgasm in hopes he would give my tired, sore pussy a rest. Then I would finger myself to a climax while they were asleep. I grew to feel that sex was simply over-rated.

With you, my first orgasm takes place within minutes of your arrival and they are harder and more intense than any I have ever experienced or induced. You always make me cum before we ever fuck and I have come to enjoy that so much about you.

I love the way our foreplay includes a lot of finger-fucking. It makes me feel like a dirty little high school girl, getting finger fucked in the back seat of a Trans Am in the high school parking lot. Remember that? I always smile when I see your 1975 Firebird. That car always makes me go wet when I sit down in it, just from the beautiful memorys we made therein.

You fucking drive me mad. I have never wanted sex like this and you started it by making me cum for the very first time back in August of 1988.

After that first orgasm, I became possessed by my desire to be fondled by you. I remember the gentlness of your touch, the way you parted my folds and touched my body like you were afraid to break it. This was such a sharp contrast to the unskilled probing that most guys seem to think is a turn on.

I remember laying on my canopy bed and thrusting my own fingers into my dripping snatch and screaming your name so loudly that my parents would come rushing in, thinking I was having a nightmare. My Mom would sit on the bed and comfort me, telling me everything would be alright. What she didn't realize, was the only thing that 'scared' me, was the thought of not getting fucked by you again.

Although I miss those days, you seemingly cause me to reliive them all the time. I have, at times, read your letters and been forced to take the day off from work just to spend it masturbating. I literally can think of nothing else sometimes. I have had to resort to wearing a pad when I am at work, simply because you will call me, or I will read one of your emails and spend the rest of the day sopping wet.

NO MAN has EVER been able to do this to me and I am addicted to the feeling.

Last week, when you arrived, I ran outside to kiss you. As our mouths met, you immediately slipped your hand down into my jeans and rolled my moist folds back and forth over my clit, right there in the driveway.

The feeling of your soft tongue, tracing the outline of my lips, coupled with the hot, moist throbbing between my legs and the cars passing by simply drove me wild. My orgasm took place in less than a minute. I came so hard I couldn't walk back to the front door without your help.

When you kiss me, I can feel it throughout my entire body, not just where you put your lips. You have the ability to touch me without even touching me. You do it with your voice, and with your eyes.

When you whisper in my ear, my pussy goes instantly wet and begins to twitch. The swirling heat begins to radiate out from my pussy and swallows my entire body whole. I can't sit still and I squirm around in my chair, trying to rub my pussy against anything and everything I can.

When you penetrate me, it is the most amazing sensation. At first, the sheer size of your cock's swollen, rigid head seems an impossible fit inside of me. When you start putting pressure against my opening, I feel myself dilate involuntarily to welcome your shaft into my depths.

As the head passes through my wet threshold, I am immediately aware of the most splendid feeling of fullness that I could ever describe.

Every beat of your heart can be felt in my pussy, as your cock throbs with every pulse. The edges of your cock's head can be felt as it spreads my depths to suit its diameter. Even the veins on your splendid shaft can be felt as the blood courses through them.

Time after time, I climax just from the psychological effect of feeling your cock displace my internals and fill my pussy with its amazing girth.

Length is not what does it for me; it is the amazing diameter of your cock that stretches my pussy to its very limits that captivates me.

The way you touch my face and kiss me when we fuck is breathtaking. You hold my hips and pound your solid shaft into me like I am nothing more than a simple possession. But each and every time, you reach up and touch my face in such a tender and gentle fashion, that I can feel my insides melt at the mere thought of such tenderness and love that you mix with a good, stiff fucking.

Sometimes, you slow down to such an extent that it pisses me off. You seem to be able to make love to me in so many different ways, all at the same time that I cannot keep up with what I am feeling. I love and hate it when you stroke your shaft in and out of me slowly.

I love it when I wrap my legs around your back and try to thrust your cock deeper into my hungry cavern, but your amazing strength prevents it.

I love it and hate it when you pound my pussy to within a faction of a climax and then pull out of me; leaving me convulsing in pre-orgasmic throes on the bed. You then gently, insert one of your long, thick fingers into my pussy and gently stimulate me to a stunning orgasm.

I love it when you are fucking me and you say, "Look into my eyes, Jan. Connect with me." That alone has driven me to a shuddering, convulsive climax.

You fuck my body and you fuck my mind, pleasing both like no man has ever been able to do.

When you are here with me, I enjoy every minute with you as if it were my last, and every time it is better than the last. I feel more for you every time I am with you, and I also discover new reasons to fall in love with you.

It gets harder and harder to watch you go, and I count the minutes, hours and days until I can be with you again.

Of all the places I have ever been in my life, YOU are still my favorite, most desirable place I would rather be....XOXOX