A lover and I exchanged the following letters on May 5th, anticipating a July visit.A lover and I exchanged the following letters on May 5th, anticipating a July visit. Both of us are bisexual, and it amused us to note, as we read these over later, that -- aside from the clues "nightdress" and "his lover's face" -- we'd succeeded in creating completely non-gendered erotica. ----- ... Goodness, what will I have to do to return you to your former self? Will some abject begging do it? Maybe it will help if I kiss your feet, followed by some gentle stroking of your calves, feeling them quiver beneath my touch, as slowly my lips whisper over their surface on the trip upwards ... Is that a good start? love, T. ----- I'll accept it for the midterm, but you'll have to be much more explicit on the final. Last night I lay on the couch in the living room -- we have a big wall of windows looking out over Greenwood Avenue, and a couple of large trees out front which in the summer (all two weeks of it) fill the view with pleasantly fluttering green leaves -- and let the breeze caress my skin, as I lay there in nothing but a short nightdress. I eased the dress up my thigh, delighting in the breeze, and the cat came and crouched on my belly, watching me intently, and I closed my eyes and thought about driving with you through the streets of Hyde Park of an evening, pulling over, leaning to touch your face, caressing your hands, so very aware that the car has a back seat... E. ----- It's the line of your jaw, isn't it? You told me somewhere that the underside of your jaw is extremely sensitive, as is your throat. I have grown quite adept at the feathery caress, and all I need right now is to find out what that edge feels like. Sometimes it's almost as if I were a blind man trying to find the shape of his lover's face -- the need is just that intense. |