Max Responds:

Jan-Jan,

I enjoy you more than words can describe and it is giving you pleasure that turns me on, more so than my own orgasm.

I like it when we talk during the week and you write me your sexual itinerary; complete with positions and requests. Although I love it when you dictate to me how our lovemaking session will be, I also like controlling you and telling you no.

So, to that end, here is a little preview of what is in store for you this weekend.

I am going to raise your hips off the bed and adjust the angle of my penetration until I hear you gasp and see your eyes roll back in your head. It is, at that point, that I know I am contacting your 'G' spot.

I will then start off slowly and increase the speed, depth and intensity of my thrusts until you start to climax......Then I will pull out of you and leave you convulsing on the bed....just short of an orgasm.

I will then, put a finger into your pussy and use my thumb to roll your clit back and forth beneath the moist folds, bringing you back to the brink of orgasm, once again.

I will then slow down the motions and cause you to 'hang' in the throes of orgasmic splendour.

You know the felling all too well....the vaginal contractions, spasms of your diaphragm, closed eyes, clenched fists, gasping and full body convulsions. I will keep you 'suspended' in this state for several minutes, just enjoying your sounds and facial expressions.

I will push your hand away each time you attempt to touch your own pussy and only allow you to knead your own breasts.

I will then grasp your ankles, spread her legs wide into a 'V' formation and pound your pussy with wanton abandon, pushing your climax over the edge and quickly enjoying my own powerful orgasm.

I am yet to decide if I want to shoot my hot cum inside of you, or spray it all over the smooth slope of your stomach. You seemed to enjoy fingerpainting your stomach and breasts with my cum so much last time, that I will leave that decision up to you.

Magenta Shirt, Thong, Bra, Black Thigh-Highs and Matching Heels shall be the order of the day. Be wearing them when you answer the door.

I'll see you Thursday night.

Love always...Max