Kerry smiled when she saw the postmark on the letter. Although she belonged to a generation raised on electronic communication, handwritten thoughts felt special to her, despite the teasing her preference drew from others.
Wanting to give it the time she felt it deserved, Kerry placed the unopened envelope on her bedside table. Paul had written something special for her after they met and talked in the park. The guidance notes Kerry had provided to help Paul made her confident that she would enjoy an evening filled with erotic and humorous escapism later on.
Kerry’s mind wandered to the treat she had waiting for her several times throughout the day. Having a story written for her was a new experience, and something about Paul’s straightforward manner made the prospect of discovering what he had created both compelling and exciting.
Once Kerry was ready to head home after work, she spent the journey imagining reading the letter she had received and savouring the erotic pleasure that had already filled her impatient body. Feeling aroused on a crowded bus was inconvenient, to say the least, but a cough or two adequately disguised her situation. If they hadn’t, she wouldn’t have cared.
Kerry rushed from the bus stop to her flat, and her mind was focused on the letter she wanted to read. She tossed her clothes aside as she made her way to the bedroom and grabbed the waiting envelope as she jumped onto the bed.
Paul’s story set the scene just as Kerry had requested in the letter she sent a few days earlier. Kerry loved how Paul narrated her experience, capturing the thrill of a new adventure and making it feel special but without the anxiety she sometimes felt when stepping outside her usual boundaries.
Reading Paul’s description of the unfolding scene was all Kerry needed to heighten her arousal, sending laughter and contented sounds ringing out. She didn’t need fast fingers or toys to make her twitch and tremble; the words on the page and the images they conjured were more than enough to do so. They were perfect.
‘And as she smiled, her body burned with desire. She called out to him, knowing that, once again, they had worked together to prepare her for the next step in their journey—the most exciting five-year adventure of their lives.’
As Kerry read the words before her, she heard the sound of Paul walking into the bedroom. He had always entered in the same way whenever she felt ready to enjoy something new together, even things others found ordinary and unremarkable.
Once Paul knelt between Kerry’s legs on the bed, his kisses rose slowly. Kerry’s heart raced with excitement, not fear, and she felt embraced by something that expressed genuine love and understanding far better than the gestures people typically associated with such labels.
Kerry’s excitement stemmed as much from reminders of Paul’s patience as from the anticipation of his kisses inside her body. Her sounds of pleasure were stirred by care and consideration, not just the flick of his tongue and pursed lips.
Kerry’s thoughts were torn between the thrill of the new pleasure and the memories of every small step she and Paul had taken since their first encounter. As she felt his kisses pull gently on her gorged clit, Kerry’s entire body was charged with sensual energy, a power that felt even greater in the context of what had gone before.
As her arousal intensified, Kerry envisioned the letters she and Paul had exchanged over the years. It was their quirk, their shared joy, and experiencing its magic again with the same intensity it had always held meant everything to her.
“You brought me here in a letter. Now make another happy ending with kisses,” Kerry whispered, followed by a giggle of excitement.
Kerry floated on a dreamy cloud of pleasure as Paul’s kisses and roaming tongue brought her to the edge before lifting to let her joy rebuild with even greater intensity. Enjoying this with someone who understood the role his creativity had played was something she could never fully explain, but it wasn’t necessary with the only person who mattered. He knew.
Once unable to resist any longer, Kerry merely needed to make a sound to convey the message to Paul. His final erotic onslaught sent a loud cry of triumph from Kerry’s lips and waves of pleasure coursing through her body that Paul encouraged with firm hands.
In Kerry’s dreams, kisses brought repeated waves of climax, and having a reality that matched this was beyond her wildest expectations. Knowing it was the person behind the actions, not expertise, that made it special came as no surprise to Kerry, but it reminded her that the qualities she had seen in Paul were ones she would value forever.
Kerry’s intense pleasure continued, even after Paul’s lips had lifted and she had begun to enjoy her climb down wrapped in his arms. She had no idea if ideas would come into her head in the future that needed the same care as her current one had been given, but she did know who she wanted to take charge of bringing them to life when they did.
“I’m sure we’ll be having our postal fun again soon, but make sure you lick that envelope properly when you write to me from now on. I’ll never believe you don’t know how to ever again,” Kerry said as Paul looked at her and felt like the luckiest man alive.
