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Dear Lori, Well, babe, you said to write back quickly, so here it is. Wow, you don't mess around, do you? 16 pictures! (Actually, I hope you DO mess around. And I want to do it with you!) We could argue over who has the better body, but why waste the time? Lori, I'm going crazy over yours. Your tits are just the right size for me, and your nipples look so delicious. Now I'm looking at your ass and wishing my lips were planting soft kisses all over your cheeks. Do you like to have your ass kissed? Your first photo hinted at the cuteness of your face, but it certainly didn't do you any justice. And I REALLY like the photos of you oiled up, too. You look so sexy that way. Wouldn't it be fun to get oiled up together and make beautiful love? Oh what I'd give to rub my body against yours! I know what you mean about typing with one finger. That's how I typed the first letter I sent you. I think I write sexier that way. The mistakes show me how excited you are. And I want you to be excited. Today I'm wearing my Joni's Butterfly, so I can use both hands. But I can tell already that I won't be able to make it through all of this without an orgasm break. Yesterday was such a bummer for me. I found your anxiously awaited letter in my mailbox, but my roomates were around all day. I wanted so much to spend time poring over your letters and photos. And I had such a need to write to you. I was constantly aware of the wetness between my legs. Finally, after everyone else went out, I locked myself in the bedroom and spent a full hour and a half masturbating over you. Lori, you've really excited me! I wish I could have been a fly on the wall to watch you pleasure yourself to orgasm. It's so nice to be able to know someone who admits she appreciates masturbation as much as I do. You know how secretive girls are about that. Even some of the lesbo girls I've known wouldn't admit they masturbated. Now I'll never figure that one out. You'd think that would be an easy taboo to overcome. My college roommate and I use to sit in chairs facing each other while we masturbated and talked dirty to each other. That was always exciting to me. I like to watch my lovers masturbate. I was even fortunate enough to have a couple of girls let me watch them have sex. Anyway, we'll have to compare notes. I loved your story about you and Karen. It's fun to imagine it happening. And it's fun to picture what you must have looked like when you were 18. Probably because of my background, teenaged girls will always turn me on. But enough of that. You were curious about my first time. Actually, my first experience with sex of ANY kind happened when I was 18, and my roomate Kathy had just returned from her first date. (I think we started dating a lot later than you, Lori.) I'd been curious about cocks for a couple of years. And I'd certainly felt the empty, tingling feelings between my legs. But other than squeezing my thighs together, I did nothing and knew nothing. I'd been thinking of Kathy's nice breasts for quite awhile, too. At any rate, I'd lain awake waiting for her return, because her first date was really exciting for both of us. Under the covers and in the dark, she whispered to me all the little details. Unbeknownst to me, however, she was playing with her pussy while telling me her exciting story. All of a sudden, in the midst of the petting "struggle" at the park, she stopped and was lost in her first orgasm. I had no idea what was going on and was scared something terrible was happening to her. She stopped me from getting help (Wouldn't THAT have been something!?), then told me all about what had happened, how good it felt and what caused it. I tried, but although it felt nice, it certainly wasn't a big thing to me. So Kathy came over to my bed to show me how. I'll never forget a single second of that night, Lori, nor the emotions each one carried with it. The first touch of her fingers on my pussy was the most glorious moment of my life. I soared. I loved it. And I can feel those same feelings today as though it just happened. The soft, sensual touch of a woman is so special. Kathy had told me how exciting it was to have a girl squeeze your breasts (outside of your clothes, of course!), so as I became more and more excited, I began fondling the orbs I'd envied so long. What a thrill. The softness. The fullness. And the obvious pleasure I was giving her. It just seemed natural to kiss and suck them, which I did while I humped against her hand. Her hard nipple was in my mouth when I moaned my way through my first orgasm. That was the beginning, and I could write two pages on all the beautiful feelings I felt that first time. I really feel fortunate about all of this. Most of my friends took years to learn how to orgasm. But with Kathy's hand and words of encouragement and reassurance (I got scared when I started to lose control.) I was able to learn right away. Today I orgasm very easily and very often. In college I became multi orgasmic. Well, we were two very horny young ladies, thrilled with discovery and the wonderful, delicious feelings of being naughty. We had breast play, mutual masturbation and pussy licking. I flipped out over having my pussy licked. Kathy did it to me first, and I went through the ceiling. I could hardly wait to return the favor. What a wonderful, sensual feeling! After that we were at each other every chance we could safely do so. We thought up all kinds of games to play, and even experimented with fruits and veggies. (I knew I was going to get in trouble, Lori. My pussy is practically dripping with excitement. I've taken my shirt off to sit on so I don't stain the chair. The vibrations are up on my Butterfly, and I'm back to typing one handed. My breasts and nipples wanted too much attention. I'm afraid I may have to take that orgasm break before long. This letter might take forever!) (That's it. I can't take this any longer. Time for a break!) (Well, it's another day. One orgasm wasn't enough yesterday. And after the second, I was too wiped out to continue. Today I thought I'd try one of my soft dildos while I type. There's no vibration, but I like the fullness. This is fun, getting naughty with you, Lori.) Anyway, I'll admit I don't think about the social issues anymore. I've spent half my life worrying about my sexuality and the other half saying, "Who cares?" What I do in my bedroom is my business. I know I don't fit any of the "This Is A Woman" molds. I simply love to lay between a woman's thighs feeling the smooth wetness of her womanhood with my tongue and lips as I gaze up between her breasts to watch her passion. By any standard I've ever seen, I'm definitely over sexed. I have very strong exhibitionist tendencies, I'm also very visually oriented, and have a strong voyeuristic streak, as well. Sexual guilt is almost foreign to me, and I'm more drawn to adventure than security in sexual matters. So I don't know where I fit in, but I don't worry about it too much. I've not known the emptiness and loneliness of a life without a woman in it and believe I've had a much richer, fuller and happier sex life than most people ever will. Well, another book and still not enough questions asked of you. I can't believe how good it feels to be able to talk like this with someone. Maybe now that I've blurted all of this out we can move on to a better correspondence. Write soon, Lori. Horny for you, Carla |