Hey all. My husband found some letters he had written to me in 2003
when we were on the outs with each other. These are from a
mysterious stranger and still get me HOT!!!! So, without further
ado....here are.....DANTE' S LETTER #1

Forgive me if I seem too forward Madam, but while perusing this
vast internet world, there are occasions when I find myself drawn to
certain people, whether it be their screen name, or profile, or some
small idiosyncrasy they drop in passing chat. You are just such a
person, I met you by chance, but now chance has inspired me to write
to you, and fate has chosen to grant me a sensual tale to get the
juices flowing in your nether regions. If I offend you, please, by
all means tell me to stop, and like Don Juan, I will egress through
yon window, just a memory soon forgotten, but forever felt.

The masquerade

As I stood on the balcony looking out over the gardens below, I
felt my heart would burst with the swooning beauty I felt for the
vast darkness of the night. Then, just as I felt a glad tear begin
its track down my cheek, There you were below me, stepping slowly
through the flora of this tropical night. Your pale blue lace glowed
from the starlight, and the satin of your bodice heaved deliciously
with your every intake of breath, The mask you were wearing was that
of a feathered butterfly, and glimmered like the stars above.

I caught my breath, my heart betrayed by the beauty you possessed. I
quickly made my way through the crowd and to the garden doors. As I
approached them, I heard a sob carried on the breeze; it could only
have been you. I stood still and drank in your beauty. Perhaps
sensing my presence, you turned and our eyes locked for a wonderful
short eternity. You then turned and strode off, sobbing again. I
followed, and reaching out caught your arm and slowly you spun to me.
Your scent was heady and sweet, and I felt a stirring in my manhood,
and we again locked eyes. Without a word, I reach out and wipe the
tears leaking from beneath your mask with my thumb. I taste them and
sigh in bliss, if tasting your tears was like tasting all of you, I
could not go till I had drank my fill. You start to say something,
perhaps a modest excuse to go, but I put my finger on your lips (OH
THE THRILL OF THEIR SOFTNESS!) and you quiet. I lean down and replace
my finger with my mouth, and their sweetness is intoxicating.

After a moment, you kiss back, softly at first, then harder, and finally your
succulent tongue parts my lips(oh HEAVEN!) and I bring my arms around
you and we pull together tight, I can feel your breasts on my chest,
and my manhood is pressed against your hips ardently. Not breaking
the embrace, we move to the darker shadows beneath a tree, and my
hands move to cup your breasts, and roam there, exploring their
wonderful tenderness. I can feel your hand stroking me through my
pants for a moment, then you are working at my belt, and as the cool
air touches my shaft, it swells impossibly larger, lunging out of my
pants toward you. You break our kiss, and slide to your knees in
front of me and for one brief moment the chill air caresses me, then
the fiery warmth of your mouth envelopes me. I gasp, and nearly swoon
with the feel of your tongue sliding on me, flicking my tender
regions, and making me short of breath. So near release, I groan
aloud, unable to stop myself, and then you are stopping, and as I
look on, you're lifting your skirt, and are bare beneath.

You are so moist, I can see it from here, and your lips swelled out in
anticipation. Your womanly scent carried on the air to me, and I felt
drunk with it. You turn your back to me, and lift the skirt higher
and reaching back, grasp my hips and guide me into you. OH the soft,
wet, feel of your tightness, gripping me and milking me, I plunge
deep into you and rest there a moment, but you can't stop and start
moving in wild lunges, plunging me into you deep and hard, your moans
loud and exciting, your womanhood, grasping me harder and harder,
till you thrust back hard, and begin to shudder with your awesome
release, I grip your hips, and plunge wildly, coming in a great
burst, crying out along with you. Taking a deep breath and steadying
myself I slowly withdrawal and it is such sweet agony. Seeing my seed
dripping from your pink puffy lips, drives me to new desire, and I
fall to my own knees, and you put your foot on my shoulder, and I
begin to hungrily lap up our combined juices, drinking in the scent
that is all us. I find your clit, and flick it with my tongue,
caressing your insides with one, then two of my own fingers. You
shudder and come again, and I drink it and lick you clean, finally
standing and closing my pants. You take a deep shuddering breath and
start to say something, perhaps to ask who I was beneath my mask, but
again I put a finger on your lips, and stop you. You suck the finger,
tasting us, and I turn with a smile and retreat into the shadows, and
am gone. Just strangers in the night.

- Dante

P.s. if you want ot send personal feedback; his addy is
luperion@yahoo.com

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