When she walked in the back door of her house she could
not believe what she heard. Never had anything sounded
so wonderful to her ears. In a home normally bustling with
activity and echoing with the noise of children and modern
technology, coming home to sweet, blissful, silence, was a
moment to treasure and indulge. What made this silence
truly golden was that it was going to last for two long
beautiful, uninterrupted hours.

Her time was her own, at least for now. She strode
around the house, locking doors and checking latches until
she felt totally secure. Nothing was going to take this time
away from her, short of the house burning down, though
the smoldering embers she felt within her made her
consider even that a possibility. She quickly moved to the
bedroom, dropping clothing gracefully as she went, until
her freedom from the cloth opened her senses to new
feelings and possibilities. She licked the tiny beads of salty
anticipation from her lips as she walked purposely to sit at
the altar of digital delight awaiting her online.

As she settled into the swivel chair, she felt it's scratchy
surface rubbing roughly against her bottom, helping to
spread her body's warmth ever outward. Her fingers flew
purposely across the keyboard as she summoned the files
to appear across her screen, just as a lady would in
summoning a genie in a fairy tale. When the letters finally
started to appear she sighed and rolled her eyes, for she
knew that even though she had read and reread his letters
often, repeating that experience never failed to arouse her.
Especially now!

He had been writing her for months now. What had
started out as a simple relay of trivialities had escalated
into and exchange of passion that crossed time and
distance, fantasy and reality. He spoke to her of desire and
intimacy, sexuality and sensuality. Some were short and
brief others were long and descriptive. Each one held a
depth and meaning not shared with any other
comprehending being. What a thousand miles separated,
was brought together by imagination and cyberspace!
She starts reading the first letter and continues in to
read each in turn. One after the other she reads, drawing
her into a deeper realm of consciousness, firing her
imagination and igniting her senses. Her body moves so
that one of her hands rests lightly on the scroll key, the
other free to explore the source of the heat rising from her
body.

Her pulse throbs as the words on the screen flow past.
Cupping the generous swell of her left breast with her free
hand, her nails then graze softly around her nipple,
building the ache starting deep inside her. Going from
nipple to nipple, she pinches each in turn between her
dancing fingers, flicking the tips subtly, wanting to make
each little twinge last as long as possible. Occasionally she
releases the mouse, to further explore the full flesh of her
breasts with both hands, bending her head forward to run
her tongue around her nipples, each sparks causing a
small involuntary contraction of her thighs, and a small
sucking in of her breath, stimulating her all the more.

Quite often her hands followed his words. When he
spoke of kissing her neck, her fingers would caress that
area almost feeling his lips nuzzle her. As he told of the
path his passion, her hands followed to that area, until it
was not her hands on her body but his - his lips trailing
across her breast, his hands smoothing her abdomen, his
hands moving relentlessly to and through the thatch at the
juncture of her thighs.

Together now, hands stroked to her pubis and down to
her vulva, now soft and wet. Fingers probed and parted
her lips, dipping and delving into the slickness. Middle
finger pushing its way inside to press against her cervix,
maneuvering around to awaken the sensitive g-spot, then
sliding out and up a bit to find the nub of her pleasure,
awaiting them eagerly, erect and quivering with the
demands of passion.

Her eyes slid close, seeing his words, imagining his voice
softly speaking in erotic tones. Reaching out to her desk
drawer she removed a phallic shaped object. Placed it
between her legs picturing the lovemaking come to life
from the letters. Legs spread propped up on the desk,
chair reclined back to give her better access as she eased it
into her. Finger making circles on her clit, her hips made
an involuntary upward thrust as her mind imagined him
entering her.

Her movements increased in speed as she visualized
them coming together. Fast and furious strokes mimicked
their intercourse, and her moans filled the room. Solitude
gives way to the freedom of expression. There was no need
to muffle the scream that burst forth as her climax
exploded over her. Washing her whole being in the most
euphoric form of sensuality, pulse after pulse of her
orgasm rocks entirely over her body.

Pushing the chair away from the desk and dropping the
phallus to the carpet, she stands, wobbling slightly and
then walked to the sofa, falling across it's length. She held
tightly to the feelings that engulfed her, not wanting to let
a single sensation slip away. Her breath still came in
ragged gasps, and the fine sheen of sweat that covered
her, particularly her bud-hard nipples, helped her to
remain submerged in the bliss of sexual satisfaction.
Smiling softly to herself, she thought, if she could not
have him in reality, this was the next best thing.

06/29/99