My boyfriend wrote me this love letter today. I wanted to share it with you. It brought tears to my eyes. What a wonderful man I have met and had the opportunity to share my life with. I've come to know a love that I've never felt before this time in my life. (I'm 47.) I hope that you enjoy reading it. He'd started out just going for a drive...to clear his head...enjoy the cool night air. He awoke often...thinking about her. Her son was away for a few nights...she was alone...in that big bed of hers...alone...without him. He smiled and before long his car was creeping up her drive. He parked. The complex was quiet...all the rowdy teens had finally drifted away in twos and threes when the boredom finally hit them...home to a homelife that brought them out here to begin with. He looked up at her window...where he often spotted her waving goodbye...sadly. The apartment was dark...the shades drawn. He used his key to gain entry..climbed the stairs in the dim glow of the illuminated exit lights. He came to her door, as he had before, and fitted the key in the lock. the door swung in quietly and he entered, closing and locking the door behind him. He let his eyes get used to the darkness...he took in the room...acknowledged the quiet hum of the refrigerator...noticed the smell of the recently used shower...that damp, clean smell of lotion and shampoo...her shampoo. How strange that you smell like your surroundings! He breathed in deeply, taking her perfume into his lungs. He smiled. Her smell reminded him of all the times they'd met...been together...of the times they first touched and he buried his face in her hair...it always smelled like this. These memories caused his body to react...to stimulate the part of him that wanted her...needed her. He untied his shoes...removed his socks and rolled them up. tucking each one in its respective shoe. He removed his coat...hung it in the chair. He unbuttoned his shirt, folding it loosely...setting it down. The same with his black t-shirt. He un-buckled his belt, undid the button and zipper, and his jeans slid down his legs, like a flag after taps, the belt buckle making a soft clank on the rug. he stepped out of them, leaving them where they lay, and slid down his jockies, leaving them where they landed. there he stood, naked as the day he came into the world, skin aglow in the faint light of the room. He touched himself...his excitement had made itself known...he was impressively erect...wanting what waited in the next room. He felt his throbbing cock and held it tightly. He felt the smooth shaved skin of his scrotum...grinning, knowing she'd inspired this. He felt like a man should feel in the presence of the object of his devotion...his woman...and she didn't even know what awaited her...yet. He entered her room...the door was ajar...he saw her laying there, hugging his shirt...one foot extended from the covers, as if testing the waters at the local swimming spot. His body pumped blood into his already rigid cock, making it throb in anticipation of what lay ahead. He went to her foot, gently caressing it with his now angry member. His skin was taut, hot, but soft as it caressed. It felt good to just touch her in this small way...she must have agreed, because she stirred as he continued. He grabbed her ankle tenderly and pushed into her more forcefully...sending a message to her subconscious that he was here. She tossed as she emerged from her deep slumber, still unaware of what was to come. The blankets moved, exposing the creamy flesh of her thigh. He ran his hand up her thigh...her skin soft and warm, until his finger tips felt the sultry dampness of her womanhood...soft pubic hairs tickled his fingertips, sending and wave of electric energy to his brain and hers, He found the threshold where her dry skin and wetness met and placed his fingertips inside. He groaned as he felt the hot stickiness of her body, an indication of the dreams she'd been having. She opened her eyes...disoriented at first, then immediately fearful, then calmed as he assured her it was he and no other. She smiled, sleepily as she regained her bearings. She noticed what caressed her foot..then my absence of clothing, then my cock...eager and wanting...and smiled, holding up the covers revealing her own nakedness...inviting me to enter...her bed...her body...her life...again. No words were spoken...explanations would follow over coffee, but both knew where to go from here...without explanation. She dipped her head, took his cock deep inside her mouth...her lips playing him like an instrument. He caressed her breasts, finding her nipples, hard...erect...pointing...like a compass needle...to the place that excited them. His fingers found her bounty...warm ...wet...wanting...her wetness spilled onto her thigh as she permitted three fingers inside...deep inside...she bit him, passionately as her passion rose. she lay back, reached for him...eager for the main event..the moment she'd been dreaming of this night...the moment when he entered her, in all her glory, with all his might, driving home the point, again and again,and again, until she tensed in climax...that she was the one...the only one...the only one...until he filled her with the energy of his body...the cream of his loins...the love of his heart...the devotion of his life...to hers. Their climaxes were simultaneous...powerful...driven by the love...and lust...each had for the other. They lay together..his cock still panting for more...they cuddled and caressed...their fluids dripped onto their bodies, drawn by gravity to the bed sheets...he buried his face in her hair...smelling her...again. She pushed her ass firmly against his still hardened cock, reminding him that his trip up here had only just begun. He smiled and began anew. Love ya, XXXX
