A sample erotic letter…

written April 2023

My sweet, succulent strawberry,

The next time you come to visit me, I want you to walk towards me, slowly, so that I can take every morsel of you in.  So that I can make a plan for the meal I’m preparing to make of you, my juicy nectarine.

And when you reach me, you’ll kneel before me.  Look up at me.  Let me see your plump lips tremble in desire, and your eyes throb with yearning.  I want you to beg me to devour you.  And only once you’ve satisfied me with your desperation, my little lamb chop, only once I’m convinced that you really want it—I’ll begin to trace my sharp, red claws along the lines of your flesh—marking the boundaries of each and every course on your body.  You are now my feast.

To wet my appetite, I’ll tantalize my tastebuds with your neck.  Drawing my tongue along the lines of your inner sinew, tasting you.  I want to get to know your flavor…slowly…slurpily…

Do you taste like cream?

Do you taste like I dreamed?

As the tip of my tongue tickles your flesh my hand will find its way to your breast.  

My paws grasp your fleshy cake upon which sits the most delicate, ripe cherry—ready to burst upon first bite.  Feel the juice come loose from my tongue as I lap the sweat from the nape of your neck.  Feel my excited fingers pinch and squeeze your sensitive cherries.

But don’t move.

Not a morsel.

Don’t disturb the beast while I’m feeding.

You’re driving me wild now.  It’s taking everything within me not to devour you entirely—so now is the time: let me take you completely.  Lay back for me my soft baguette.  Let me finish undressing you, unwrapping you as if you were a luxurious delicacy from a foreign bakery.  But the main course for the evening will be your deepest delicacies.

Is your heart beating as fast as mine?  

I see a slight tremor beneath your supple skin, as plump little mounds of sweat rise to the surface.  I taste your umami.  I’m going to spread your tender thighs wide, now—open your feast to me.

I’m desperately hungry.

But when you open yourself to me it’s not a feast I see—but a valley.  To be explored, softly, gently—I am like a lost little lamb whose wondered into a magical land.  I am Alice, and your pussy is my Wonderland.

Let us settle at the Mad Hatter’s table, so that I can delight upon your edibles.  With your head and your round rump resting on lush, luxurious pillows, I place my hands beneath your succulent roast—digging my claws into your voluptuous flesh, lifting your meat to meet my lips.  Like a traveler whose gone days without a diner, I’ll take you into my mouth.  Scream out loud that you want me to ravish you, darling, as I’m sucking and slurping and satiating myself on you.  

But don’t move.

Yes, there’s a rapid beast consuming you—but I can be gentle too.

After all, you are my precious peach.  You are the ultimate delicacy.

Once I’ve taken in your taste, traced my tongue along each crevice, finding every flavor within you—I’ll arrive at your most tender treasure.

But before I do—I have to make sure you won’t move.  I don’t like to chase my food.

You will raise your hands above you when I tell you to.  I will bind them, restraining you, wrapping your wrists and raising them above your head to attach to the hook behind you, turning you into my sacrifice to the goddess of flesh.  My sweet, succulent piglet.

Next come the cuffs—soft, fur lined bondages placed snuggly around your ankles—between which I’ll place a bar.  Not the kind with drinks, but the kind that will allow me to drink from you, endlessly.

We’ve arrived at the best part of the meal: dessert.

With you completely at my disposal, I’ll position myself on all fours before you.  You’ve turned me into quite the ferocious animal, you tease.  And now, I’m going to make you as wild as me…I’m going to convert you…

Once again the tip of my tongue will find its way back to you.  The most tender part of your pussy is engorged by now, pulsing—begging me to suckle your sweet little soufflé.  Rise for me. More slowly than you’ve ever been explored before, my tongue flicks the tip of your treat—your clit is whipped cream.

Flick.

Flick.

Flick.

Flick.

Flick.

Flick.

Flick.

Flick.

Lick.

Lick.

Lick.

Lick.

Longer.

Longer.

Longer.

Longer.

Stronger.

Stronger.

Stronger.

And then….

I’ll start to suckle, as if my mouth were drawing pollen from the most delicate flower. Your petals are safe with me, allow your body to buckle in ecstasy before me.  The suckling won’t stop until you succumb to me.  It’s a good thing that I’m on my knees—because dessert is the longest serving in this feast.  Remember, I’ve trapped you completely.  Allow your vulnerability to erupt before me.   Cover me in the ecstatic icing of your orgasm.

Oh darling, after all this, I’m going to need a nice cup of tea.

Once you’re done trembling, allow me to remove your bindings & fold your sweet limbs over your sensitive body as I place soft, gentle kisses upon your silky skin.  Let me wrap you up in the softest blanket known to woman.  Lay there for me, you luxurious little burrito.  Enjoy the aftertaste of yourself for me.

I’ll bring you your tea.