LOVE LETTER FROM SLIM

A MALE BOX FANTASY BY BOUDOIR BANDIT

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I recall with excitement, the truth of the moment when you helped me slip my hand down into your jeans.

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My Dearest Honey,

A few days have passed and yet that week we spent together in the mountain lodge remains as vivid a memory as my passion for the lovely you. Absence has a way of disclosing true love, for if passion diminishes, then love has flared only for the moment it is only lust and we have wantonly shamed our bodies. My love for you has burned in my breast like a raging wildfire over an endless sea of tinder dry prairie. It is destined to burn forever, my love, fuelled by the very essence of your being. My desire to be with you strengthens daily, my darling, and so I am coming east for an extended visit.

It seems almost that our occasion together transpired only in a vague, dimmed world of wispy dreams. I see your faint smile, your starlit eyes by the light from the fireplace. We lay together in the afterglow of our sweet lovemaking like the dark orange glow from dying embers of the logs that had kindled flames as fervent and hot as the passions we had spent in our tender embrace together.

Twice, before we met on the slopes, I dreamed about you. Once, in a steamy bathtub scene, and again in the dim light and quietness of your bedroom. I had not told you about those dreams. Haunting, they were, as in one poignant scene, the howling mountain winds mocked in shrill screams that awoke me and pulled your fading, ghostly image from my embrace. Again, a distant, forlorn train whistle tore from my bosom, the predawn delights of paradise with an earth angel and stilled, with tortuous transformation, the warm, soft south sea breezes of your love into cold, wispy delusions of dark, empty, loneliness.

Indeed, that first night as we lay together, naked, in the dew of love's sweet perspiration that cooled our passion-heated bodies, entwined and spent, I wondered. That distant train whistle, shrouded by the shrill wind outside the lodge walls brought a sudden chill fear of losing you. Were you to again vanish like a vapour on a bright mid-summer morn? Surely, Honey, you touched me then as though you too, feared losing me. Had you too dreamed those same haunting dreams? You reached out needing to know that you had not just awakened from making love to some vague spectre spawned by your own imagination. And so, my love, I am coming east to touch again your heavenly body. Then I will be assured of the blessed reality existing now only in our memories, yet, alive, burning in the very fibre of our souls.

I do not close my eyes in sleep without thinking back to Christmas time and our night at the lodge. The lights, the gifts, the pine scented aroma, the food were enough to make those few days memorable, but those memories speak of the past and you, my love, the future. It was a real blessing when the snowstorm that night kept you there and in my arms those few extra days. Honey, nothing shall ever replace the beauty that swept into my life when you crept into my arms.

As we lingered at your door that first night, I had not wanted to leave you with only a few promising kisses, for I knew I would never see you again if I walked out of your life just then. That window of time diminished rapidly with each step when we must make good a promise of some future commitment. I must return to your waiting arms now, I thought, or lose you altogether. I paused, encouraged that your kisses had not been those of an impulsive lover; I turned and retraced my steps back to your door. I started to knock no, I could not knock and yet I must! My heart raced. I did not know what to expect when I returned to your room would my offer of love be politely refused, or, would I be swept off to paradise in an angel's arms? Little did I know then that you wanted me as much as I wanted you, Honey. I thank God every day for showering me with his blessing in the form of your sweet love.

Your love was like peaches and cream that night, mingled with good wine soft, warm, and velvety smooth. Your tenderly hot lips and wickedly tantalizing tongue, probing and entwining with mine, swept me upward to passions yet unknown. You owned me body and soul. I could not have stopped loving you, Honey, had my very life depended on it. I do not know if there exists, in our world, a sweeter sweetness than that sweet surrender of the beautiful, impassioned woman in my arms, needing and wanting my love.

I recall with excitement, the truth of the moment when you helped me slip my hand down into your jeans. You backed up a little, making room, and spread your lean and lovely legs apart enough for me to slip my finger into your sexy, hot, wet womanhood. You breathed hard on my neck when I tenderly cupped your tender trellis in my hand. My middle finger slowly parted your already silky, wet lips. After a few caresses, I moved up and found your love button. That pert little nub felt so slippery, so ready for love! You breathed my name. "Slim!"

"Oh Slim!" You moaned as I undressed you slowly. Oh! What delight! I relished your beautiful body in the flickering firelight; I let my mind slowly caress your curvaceous height from top to bottom and back again. Your sweet, sexy, nude body felt so warm and close to me just then.

You displayed your breasts, saucy and uplifted proudly and with your shoulders held back, so beautifully, so mystically. I hope never to know anything more about them than I do now, so that they will always hold me in fascination's wondering sway as they do! Your gaze cast its hypnotic spell and bound me to do your bidding. Your eyes, so dark and beautiful, looked up daringly into mine. Their expression radiated their meaning in wonderful beams that penetrated deep into my soul. Far beyond words, their transcendental expression searched out and revealed my secret thoughts and exposed my delights. I could not hide from you the exhilaration I found in your tender embrace.

I recall the delight you experienced as I tasted your nipples and suckled those magnificent breasts. Your body exuded its sweet, milky scent mingled with the odor of your sensuous perfume. My poor mind became overwhelmed with your presence. I saw the intense expression in the face of a woman in love when my eyes feasted on your delicacies. When I sought to taste, with my tongue, the wine you offered at the door to the springs of life, you moaned, with closed eyes, more earnestly than before. I had only heard of the pleasure a woman can derive from such experiences with a good tongue. You spoke to me silently from out of our oneness. You invited me, in love's sweet refrain, into the gates of your paradise Positioning my lips, I very gently kissed your honeycomb in open French fashion and awaited your ecstatic moment, twirling my tongue so slowly in little circles and sampling your many delights. You grew tense; you lost control of body in beautiful throes and exploded in orgasmic ecstasy. I felt and tasted the hot spurts from each sweet contraction as you poured love's elixir upon me.

I had never realized that there is an exact moment when a woman needs her man. I felt so aroused, so much a man, when I knew that moment had come for us. A sudden awareness, that you needed my manhood in that very instant. I kissed your body and licked your nipples on the way up to your mouth. A gentle sucking on your neck brought more sighs and moans and an impending urgency that it was time to slip into your lake of loveliness. You opened your beautiful thighs as you looked up at me through half opened eyes and reached for me. I mounted you then.

The movement in going from kissing your blonde thatch to thrusting my manhood through your gate into your Eden was ecstasy itself. You gently, slowly took me in your fingers and then purposely guided me into your bushy isle of paradise. It was hot, tight, and wet. You stopped me when I was about halfway in. You slowly began to stroke my magic wand with your fingers. You gently caressed me then stroked me as I moved toward your garden of delights. Your comb dripped with honey upon my shaft, the honeydew of paradise. You kept stroking my glassy hard shaft and I thought I would lose it, but just in time, you stopped and I managed to keep from flooding you with my creamy white nectar. Somehow, we managed to wait for a few seconds before continuing on in. Or should I just say on? It seemed you were slipping on to me like a well fitting glove, rather than my slipping into you. Finally, I was all the way inside your warm, wetness. I recall the way I sensed you a little at a time, and then all of you at once. I let my mind search out your sweet sensations along my throbbing shaft the top, the bottom, and both sides, wherever your warm, wet love of your honeycomb touched me. Your entire body was only a beautiful, yet independent extension of myself.

So sexy, you were. You kissed my ear when I was kissing your neck. When I licked your ear, you sucked my neck. The stroking of my luv stick in your slick chamber of thrills magnified the tingling sensations of your kisses. As we loved faster and faster, you moaned and dug your nails hard into my back. You called my name "Oh Slim!" You delighted me. Your breasts, with their nipples now hard and moist with the perspiration of love, burned into mine. We were one. Finally, I could no longer control myself. Your love overpowered me, and I let go with a tremendous orgasm. You turned me inside out. You bucked rapidly and uncontrollably. Each thrust seemed to suck more hot love potion pulsing from deep inside of me. "Hang on, baby!" you moaned. Then I felt your tight strawberry blonde tunnel of love growing hot and wet as you arched your back. You panted and moaned in the grip of your own orgasm. Finally, when you had rested a moment, you went down on me. Words can not express the delight of having the beautiful woman that you are, do that for me.

The evening ended beautifully. Now, before us lies the hope of many more beautiful nights and days of making love together. I am looking forward to renewing our acquaintance and recommitting our love for each other.

Six inches of Heaven that's Forever Yours,

Slim

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