The sheets fell from her body, a black spread over her pale curves pooling at her small feet. Her arms stretched upwards over her head as she elongated her slender form. Freckles sprinkled lightly over her nose and upper cheeks. As if a lion her long brown curly hair fell about her face, a perfectly uneven mess. Green eyes beneath long lashes, she was something most gave two glances when passing.
Walking into a small bathroom, she grabs the razor off of the dingy sink, and lifts her arms to do a quick under arm shave.
"Are you using my face razor?" a male voice comes from behind.
"Yeah! What else would I use?" she snorts slightly and rinsing and then leaks some tooth paste on her finger, for a semi-fresh mouth feel. "Thanks for last night, man." her voice echoing from the sink.
"We can go for more tonight if you like?" his toned implied confidence and though it was cute, she rolled her eyes. It wasn't that great she thought.
She fluffed her hair and let her shoulders drop as she walked naked into the bedroom again. "Darling, last night was endearing. I really have to get ready for work, I will let you know if I can come again another night." She smirks and grabbed the small dress from the back of the hotel chair.
"Alright sounds like a plan." he looked over her as added lipstick. "You want me to call you a cab? "
"Oh, no cupcake. I already called an Uber they are outside now." She leaned in an kissed his nose and patted him on the head. "Thanks, have a good day." His face was priceless as she walked away. He was confused and adding the head pat always made its own little confidence deflater.
THE OFFICE
"Hey Sammy! How did it go with the guy last night?" her receptionists voice squeaked with glee.
"Oh, it was ok. I suppose it scratched the itch. I was hoping for something more. I want to be enlightened though."
"Enlightened by sex? You want to be enlightened by the D?!" Her giggles rolled over her mouth as she walked off snorting.
Sammy rolled her eyes "What ever, woman! Go work on something." Her smile faded as she sat at her desk. Staring at the laptop, a wave of tender emotions flutter from her chest into her throat. Her heart was pounding but she didn't wanna, or maybe it was that she can't speak.
A heavy sigh, slips from her crimson'd lips.
'Maybe I should just be dramatic and write a letter to the universe about what I want... hahaha or maybe write a letter to a secret Santa for a wish, maybe even Jesus. I do tend to moan his name during sex anyways. When you pray you are basically on your knees ready and willing to begin with.'
She laughed at her thoughts.
"Maybe I just will, write a letter to 'Whom Ever'. 'The very least It will distract me for a moment.
Typing in her password, she opened word...
THE LETTER
To Whom Ever it my Concern,
This is Sammy. I don't know if I'm writing this letter to a higher being, or maybe I'm writing this letter to a fat man in a Red Suit. Just grant me a gift, grant me a wish if your a genie. I need to feel. Feel something intense. I want the soft kisses that travel from the lower collar bone to my chest. I wanna not be able to catch my breathe, softly letting out a sigh when thumbs trace my hips. I want to be seen, naked, venerable. To be engulfed by a gaze so clear, my knee's tremble. Wanted like sweet tea for a southern man, who worked in the sun all day.
I want fingers slipping inside me, not to just watch my back arch, but to hear my moans. I want to be held in a slow submission. Let all my sadness seep out of me, like rivers as I'm filled with butterflies, sweating out my sins, hips pulsing to a rhythm we can both sway to. Crashing in to my mind, with hands in my hair. Tongues sweeping over each other, a tender fury for more.That moment just before, dripping, forehead to forehead, breathing each others breathes. When I think I can't take it another ounce, push inside and drown out all the mental madness. Dizzy as we race, no set pace. Lost, frantic for the feelings building. I want to be lost . . . slowed down to nibbles up my ankles, panties pulled down as kisses move up. I want to be caressed, not just sex. I want a driven desire for my flesh. I want every part of their attention, I want to be focal point for our moment of pleasures, the before, the during, the after. I want it to last a few hours. I want to kiss, caress, love like I've known them forever. So comfortable, so lost in the sensual. I fall asleep mouth on them, to awaken to their tongue sliding me apart. I want waves splashing, our sea of sheets. Even the small finger tip kisses, the hair pulled out of each others face. I want detailed notice. Eyes locked never looking away as we trace the curves of the sculptures that have made us who we are. Unashamed of the bodies we are sharing with each other. I want THAT feeling. Even if It's a night of only a lust. Then let the player bring his best game, tell him to play for Bliss. Give me that escape, Dear Jesus, Santa, Universe man? Can you hear me? I'm not talking an orgasm, I'm talking about something I can recall. I want fire set to my skin, I want to feel touched, I want to feel seen, I want to feel passion. In this world so full of fuck off's, and cold shoulders, I want moments filled with love making, hard core fucking. I've been a good girl. I would like a moment to get lost in a something more then a casual sin. I don't want to say Hail Mary's, I want memories that make me scared to go into a church. A passion, a true kiss that can make a Once Upon a Time. . . a timeless lost moment of climax's and bubble baths. A place where I'm swallowing more then my pride. A place I can undress to feel clothed in desire. I want a person, to ride in and save me from the mundane of selfish sex.
Thanks, Santa. Or Amen?
Either way this is Sammy.
Please bring me Passion strong enough to replace the numbness, thats spreading.
She saved it to the many other letters of careless thoughts she had stored away. A smile replaced on her face.
Maybe a hacker will see this, and find it in his nerdy heart to sweep me off me feet. Wouldn't that be entertaining. Time to work.
She picked up the phone, placing her wants on the back burners as she began her hustle.
This is just a moment with Sammy. . .
Will she ever find the passion she seeks. I don't know! I hope so. <3
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