I submitted a letter as a story to an erotica magazine. After they read it, I received an acceptance email and gladly signed the contract. It’s twenty dollars in my bank that will buy a few rounds of coffee, but there is more to it than the money. This is a story from my heart; from the very core of my soul, to a man I’ve never really met.

It takes a few days before my story is published. On the site, beneath the sexy stories sign in bold red letters, is my letter to you. I can’t hold the smile. I long to send you the link so you can read and finally understand the lust that berates me. But I’m a coward, and as I read the story, I decide not to send you a copy. I give myself a mental pat on the back for at least having the daring to publish it. I prepare to sign off.

Before I turn from the computer, my eyes drift downward to the story posted below mine. My mouth drops open and I can’t believe the black letters on the screen.

The story’s author displays your last name and first initial. I bite my lip at the title: “A Secret Crush.” I’m captivated. With a shaky hand, I point my cursor on what I can only hope is a story you’ve written for me. I click once and the words that fill the screen.

Dear Kansas,

You’re never going to read this letter, I don’t have the courage to tell you the truth, but I will write it and hide it away. So here it is, the truth, I love you. I want to fuck you. I want to watch your pretty pale skin in the shower and I want to walk beside you on a beach. I want to be yours, your man, your everything. We’ve only spoken on the Internet, and the pictures I have of you are tame. Yes, even docile – you’re wearing far too many clothes. If you only knew. Your words make my dick hard…simple, every day words have me pumping my cock and thinking of you. Only you.

Me: How was your day? I’m already half naked and remove my jeans. My cock is flaccid and hanging against my balls. I know that soon enough the image of you will bring it to life.

You: Same old. Planted the garden in the front today, some roses.

Me: You’ll have to send me pictures, make sure you’re in them. I want desperately to ask for more. I want to see your breasts free and your nipples between my fingers. Your legs spread and your wet pussy, shaved smooth, ready for my cock to penetrate.

You: Ah yes covered in dirt and sweat, lol.

Me: Hey beauty is in the eye of the beholder. How lame! I grasp my dick as it thickens and slide my thumb over the head, contemplating how brainless I must sound. Why do you even talk to me? My balls are heavy now, two quick strokes and I can imagine you getting before me on your knees. Blonde hair spilling over your shoulders, you haven’t replied and I get a little antsy. Me: You still there?

You: Yes, sorry, I’m here.

Me: What are you doing? My cock is rock hard and I tease the soft skin with my fingers. Rubbing the underside, I groan your name in desire.

You: Ha. I’m getting ready for bed.

Me: You sure? You know I’m irresistible. I’m horny as hell too. I want to see your mouth descend onto this erection. Just lick and kiss the head until I’m ready to explode cum on your beautiful breasts. My hand moves faster, grasps harder.

You: Is that so? I guess I’ll need more pictures of you.

Me: LOL. Yes, pictures of my cock, hard and erect because I’m staring at your picture. God, I can imagine what your mouth will feel like when I sink the head into the warmth and wetness. Will you hollow out your cheeks and suck greedily?

You: *Smiley face*

Me: Got a new client today, I’m off toward…well, you, actually. Heading to Kansas in about a week. I type the letters with my left hand; I’ve managed to become speedy with only one hand. The other pumps wildly as I imagine my cock sliding deeper down your throat. I cup my balls; they’re ready to burst, but I don’t want to yet. I can’t cum yet. I need to read your reply.

You: Really? That’s great. If you have any free time maybe we can…get together for coffee.

Perfect, yes, I want to shout in joy. Coffee is an excellent plan. I’m going commando with loose jeans so I can rub myself under the table. I want to type for you to wear a short skirt with no panties. I’ve always wanted to finger you underneath the fancy table at a four star restaurant, my thumb stabbing your pussy while I speak to the waiter. Me: I’d really like that. I wanted to show you that manuscript that’s getting published next month. I have a copy for you.

You: That baby had better be signed.

Me: Of course. My balls are about to empty over the bed I’m sitting on. I might hit the laptop if I don’t shove it away, but I don’t care. I keep pumping, harder and faster. Will you swallow? I close my eyes and picture your mouth open, tongue extended. You want every drop, don’t you? My cock spasms, sperm rushes from the tiny hole and shots along my legs. Spurt after spurt until my balls are barren and my body shiny with sweat.

You: *Smiley face*

Me: It’s getting kind of late, how about we get talk tomorrow? I’m home earlier. My hands are sticky but I managed to miss the computer with my orgasm. My cock slowly deflates and I rub the head, picturing your palm.

You: Sounds like plan.

Me: Goodnight. I want to fuck you, sleep beside you, and love you forever. I erase that last sentence and send the censored version.

You: Goodnight, *kissing smiley*

The smiley kisses the screen and I return one, stroking my soft cock like an invisible lover. I sign off and slump against the headboard. This happens every night we talk, every single night. You get me off more than any other woman I’ve ever fantasized about does and you don’t even know it. This letter contains words you’ll never see, but it’s the most honest I’ve ever been in my life. If only I had the courage to tell you the truth.

Forever yours,
Ohio Stud.

I’m speechless, staring at the computer screen with my mouth hanging open. You want me. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me! My thoughts are scattered, uncontrolled, as I rush to open my email account. I quickly type in your address and begin writing you about how I’ve read your story. I found and read the erotica that was a letter to me. However, the words don’t come out easily, and it’s after much debate, deleting and rewriting that I realize you’ll never get this email. Not until you return home anyways, because as of two hours ago, you’re in the air, on the plane, and on your way to me.

“Holy shit,” I sputter. I look at the clock, jump up, and run into the bathroom. I pull a razor and shaving cream from the cabinet. I want my pussy perfect, bare and smooth as you like it. When I’m done, I dress in my best lacy bra and put on that short skirt you want, no panties. My heart flutters in my chest, my soul aching as I prepare for our very first meeting.

“Can a person faint from anticipation?” I ask the coffee girl who looks at me with a raised eyebrow. She never answers the question as I collect my drink and wobble over to the only available table. It’s tucked in the corner of the café and I sit, taking a deep breath. My blonde hair is loose, over my shoulders, just as you described it. My shirt is a pale blue, low cut so that my bra peeks out. It’s just a little glimpse of lace to tease you. My skirt is dark blue and really short. I have to sit on the edge of the booth in order to keep my thighs from touching the seat. My bare pussy is smooth, uncovered, and wet at the mere thought of what’s to come. I sip my drink and look up at the door, feeling like a crazed stalker.

Then your blue eyes meet mine. Your lips lift in a smile, white teeth show, black hair shuffles in the burst of central air. You’re wearing a black t-shirt with a business jacket over it. Your blue jeans are loose and I snicker because I know why.

“Hi, Kara.” Your name on my lips is orgasmic.

“Hi, Will.” I can’t remove the goofy grin on my face so I leave it and watch you sit beside me. We have this awkward hug and I realize you’re trying to keep your erection from my sight. How adorable, and sexy as hell. “How was the trip?” Tame and lame are my new names.

“Good, the GPS helped me navigate. You live around here, right?” You don’t order a coffee, but watch me sip mine.

“Yeah about two miles away.” I sip again, nervously. I decide to jump right in. “I um…I got this story published today…erotica.”

“Really? I must be rubbing off on you; you never told me you had something published. I’m very proud of you.” You grin, and there’s mischief in your gorgeous eyes.

“I usually don’t, I was…compelled to write this one. Have you ever heard of Tempting Words Magazine?” Your face goes flat, eyes slightly wider and I try so hard to hold my grin, failing miserably, of course.

“You…you saw…” Your hand covers your face, a deep sigh sounds. “I’m sorry…I just…”

You can’t find the words and you don’t need to. “I hope I got the outfit right…” I say, hoping it’s obvious I return your attraction.

“Oh.” Your whole body perks up, and I do mean your whole body. That bulge is impressive. Your eyes glance toward my crotch. “Are you…Did you wear…?”

I lean closer to you. “Find out for yourself,” I whisper. I’m usually a shy person and I can feel my cheeks burn, but the need to fuck you takes precedence over everything else. You glance around and shift closer to me. You reach under the white linen tablecloth. Your hand lands on my skirt, moves to meet skin, and squeezes my bare thigh gently. Your fingertips slither higher. They touch the warmth of my inner thigh and you brush your fingertips over my wet pussy. You stroke them back and forth, savoring the feeling for a few seconds.

“Spread you legs,” you whisper, and your eyes lock onto mine.

I do as you asked, spread them so the skirt rides up a few precious inches. I want your fingers on me, in me, so desperately. The digits in question shift, and you take a little gasp as your finger touches my wet labia. It strokes slowly, teasingly, before slipping through my lower lips and dipping into my hole. I suddenly grab my coffee to cover my mouth so that I don’t moan out load. Your finger is inside me, just the tip, parting my muscle until you plunge the entire thing into me. I moan this time, low and guttural.

“It’s a shame I can’t slip under the table and taste you. I really want to taste you.”

Your words send my pussy shuddering and one of your fingers encounters my clit. There is no way I can have a quiet orgasm in here, just no way. “My place, I want you to taste me.” Your finger brushes my clit twice more before that inserted finger pulls out. You bring it to your lips and lick it clean, watching me as you do it. I can’t take my eyes away from yours.

“Yes.”

That one word has me on feet, struggling to cover my bare bottom as we flee for the door. Our taxi speeds through the blocks and you stare at me in the back seat, your eyes intense with desire. By the time we arrive at my building, I’m drenched. I open the door and your body is flush against my back. Your erection presses as you push me against the wall just outside my home.

“How wet are you?”

“Soaked,” I mutter. I close my eyes as your hand slips over my stomach, down my hip and between my legs. You bury two fingers inside my hot cunt and thrust against me.

“God, you really are soaked. I want to taste you, fuck you, hear you scream my name.”

I can only squeak a reply; I’ve waiting to hear you say those words since you first offered to read and review one of my stories.

I pull your fingers momentarily from under my skirt and lead the way inside. The front door opens up into the living room, and on the other side of the large brown couch, plush rug and big screen TV is my desk and computer. Glancing at the place where I first found contact with you, I suddenly want to tell you about the story I wrote. I open my mouth, but you press me against the closed door. My back is against the wood this time and you drop to your knees. I groan. You’re not gentle – you shove skirt up around my waist.

You stare at my pussy. “Spread them wider.” I obey and you lick your lips. “Perfect.”

Your head descends. Your tongue attacks my clit. My whole cunt is on fire as you go wild. You’re licking, sucking, and nipping until I cry out. I orgasm around your stabbing tongue and hear you growl possessively. Your hands rise and jerk my button down shirt apart. Buttons fly in all directions, I hear them click off walls, and my breasts bounce in my lacy bra. You cup them, rising to your feet, and you finally kiss me. Your tongue is like an untamed snake, fighting against mine in a battle of ultimate pleasure. “Fuck me,” I whisper as your teeth rake my bottom lip.

“Oh I intend to, my Kansas girl,” you say, smiling wickedly.

“First we have to finish your fantasy,” I say, and fall to my knees before you have time to comprehend. Your pants are so loose I tug them right off your hips. “Commando…” I say the words as my hand cups your heavy sack.

“Just in case…” you laugh, then groan. Your hands land on the door behind me and use them to balance as my tongue sneaks out. I swipe it across your red head. Just as I hoped, you’re a thick seven inches, and I can barely wrap my hand around you. I pump your cock upward and lick the underside, using my other hand to tickle your balls.

“I want to fuck you first. Sink my cock into that hot pussy,” you say. You let me lick you a moment longer, then pull away.

I stand up. You make quick work of removing my bra, and lean over to suck a nipple into your mouth. “It’s absolutely better than I imagined,” I say, grabbing fist-fulls of your hair.

“You’ve imagined this?” you look up in surprise.

“Wrote a story…” I grin. “I’ll show you later. Right now, my nipples want your attention and your cock looks good enough to eat. Or sink inside me.”

You growl and pick up a leg to wrap around your hips. That cock lands against my excited clit as you lift my other leg. I wrap my arms around your neck and you carry me to the couch.

I sigh when set me down and bend me over the armrest, wrapping your arms around me and gripping my tits. You pinch my nipples hard, then soft, then give them a small flick to finished them off. I spread my legs and soon I feel the tip of your penis at my core, stretching unused muscles and filling the slick path. I fist the cushion as you push forward. Your groan is intoxicating, amazing and sexy as hell. You’re only a few inches in and I long to feel you balls-deep. “Please!” I resort to begging and you grunt behind me. Your cock head penetrates, and in one hard thrust you fill me. Seven thick inches of wet flesh thrusts into me, and I cry out. The pleasure borders on pain as you still.

“I want to savor this. I’ve been dreaming of this for so long.”

Your words touch my heart. “No more dreaming. This is real.”

Another growl escapes your lips and you begin to pump. Slow, long, and sensual movements that bring me to the edge of insanity. “Please!” I cry out again. “Faster!” I need to come before I combust. You move faster, the steel spear of your cock inside my pussy, stretching, filling, and bumping my womb. Your large hands grab my hips and your thrusts become intense—hard slams of flesh that cause my body to explode. The orgasm bursts and I go blind as your cock fucks me into oblivion.

You’re still pumping in and out as my pleasure fades and then I hear it. Your groan is so guttural I get goose bumps. I love the sound of a man coming. You pump wildly, shooting your sperm deep into me. It soaks my walls, and as you pull out, I feel it splash my asshole. You’re gasping, saying my name, and wrapping your arms around my waist.

“That was perfect, so fucking perfect,” you say into my hair.

“Better than the fantasy?” I ask, turning to rest my head against your broad chest.

“So much better.” You cup my mound. “I came inside you.” Your lips press against my neck.

“I know, I’m on birth control.” Your thumb finds my clit. The silence is deafening but comforting. There’s only the pounding of heartbeats and the heavy breathing of lovers. I want to stay like this forever, naked in your arms with your cum slowly dripping from my sated pussy.

You press one more kiss to my jaw then ask, “Can I read that story now?”


Originally published May 2011