Love in the Gallery

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    Dearest X, I had to write to you poste haste to reasure you that my hitherto woes have resolved themsalves in the most pleasing fashion. I will be as frank as always, as the herald who carries this missive is most trustworthy, and the intimacies we shared when you were my governess and comforted me so tenderly after you had spanked me to intemperately that one day, intimacies which bond us so tightly and eternally.

    The occasion of my deliverance from my woes was the period after my new husband and I had said our farewells to our guests and given our servant leave to go on an outing after their excellent service over the weekend. The weather being cold we took our afternoon stroll in the long gallery. As you can imagine from my letters of late, the relationship between my husband and I was strained, since I learned so suddenly and cruelly that the begetting of offspring was just as it was with the beast in the field or the animals in the stable and had began to repel my husbands tentative nocturnal advances, after the first night when he laid his manhood against my flower.

    Presently, into the silence, fluttered a small song bird which had got into the house some how, in its panic is flew against the high windows with such force that I feared for its life. My husband made to fetch a pole to open the windowcatch but I bade him stay as place it was kept was some way off and the bird would not survive long enough for him to make his way there and back.

    I instructed him instead to lift me up as high as he could so I could release the catch myself. I confide that having his strong hands encircle my waist fair took my breathe away, and as he lifted me into the air set butterflys dancing in my stomach like nothing since I lay with you that glorious night.

    Tall as he is, I could not reach the catch, and the panic of the little bird set my heart racing as I stretch and struggled in my husbands arms. So I bade him make a step with his hand so I could brace my foot against it, which he duly did. My attempts to meet with this stirrup did bring my silk slipper up around and back down over his groin, and I felt the shape of something beneath his tight breeches which put me in mind of those beasts of the field, though this time, touching it, I felt curiosity rather than revulsion its size was so geat.

    Still I could not reach and I urged him to boost me a little higher, which he endevoured to do but succeeded only in bunching my skirts up into my intimates and his hand along with them. My legs snapped shut intinctively and trapped him there as I continued to search for the catch to realease the unfortunate bird and with one final effort I openned the window and freed the little creature into the chill afternoon air.

    This last effort brought my self and my husband crashing to the floor, where we lay, laughing for some while. As I made to rise my hand happened again upon his breeches, at the same place, and found again the aroused part that he been the cause of such trepidation and now such curiosity. He looked at me with such longing that I was emboldened to stroke its entire length, some distance past halfway down his long thigh. This seemed to awake it and it strained and slid through the fabric into an upright position where it pushed against the waistband of his breeches with such urgency that I could see that it would be painful if the presure was not released.

    The which end I unbuttoned the two rows of fastenings on his breaches leaving an opening through which the member sprang, its end no smaller than a tennis ball and the stalk as thick as a childs wrist. My husband looked on with a mixture of longing and fear now, that my mood might turn still to one of rejection. But my loins ached now as I saw for the first time, in the light, its match, glistening moistly with the same potion which now flooded out of my parts.
     
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    Hmm, old style writing, reminiscent of Fanny Hill. I like it.
     
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    ..my husband, sensing my willingness, picked me up and laid me on a couch nearby and bunched my skirts up round my waist in order to service me without delay. However, as he lay atop me I could tell that he could not bring enough pressure to bear upon my opening to force such a large tool inside, indeed, the more he pushed the closer the sides clenched together, leading to much frustration.

    I resigned myself to imitation after the fashion of wild animals, who eased their coupling by the female offering up their rears to the male and indeed this showed some promise as I felt the tip of his manhood enter a little way into myself. But there was still too much resistance to effect a complete union, as much as I braced myself against the couch and he firmly gripped my hips. I could tell the efforts were inperiling his magnificent tool and resolved to try the only logical solution and sit atop him and allow my full weight to bear down on his part and so hopefully bring the matter to conclusion.

    I bade him lay down on the floor, stood astride him and, gathering up my skirts so I could see what I was doing, slowly I bent my knees until my part engaged tentatively with his. My knees were fair trembling by now and, though my intention had been to lower myself slowly, I lost my footing and plunged down with full force on his pole, impaling myself on him with a slow, suddering decent down each delicious inch of him.

    I cannot begin to describe the sensation accurately. The warmth was a distant relation of putting a hand, cold after a long walk, in the palm of someone who has already warmed themselves by the fire. And the feeling is as much better than a normally relaxed state as a normally relaxed state is better than being very tired out. I seemed to be fused to my husband, no way of knowing were he began and I ended. We both cried out at the sensation, the same cry of sublime adulation that lasted for an age.

    As the sensation subsided, my only thought was to repeat it and I confess myself quite transported and delirious. However, so tightly was I atached to my husband that I had to lean forward and push with my hands against the floor to free myself sufficiently to reapeat the process, the sensation of this itself brought forth the flood again as rivulets of my juices began streaming down his shaft. Again, this time deliberately, I impaled myself on his shaft and again my womanhood gave way in fits and starts, its shuddering progress sending electric shocks through us both.

    I was quite over come by now and pulled down the top of my decollete to free my breasts and uncover my teats which had become almost painfully engorged. The caresses of my usbands soft hands both enflamed and soothed them and added another note to the ecstatic sympony issuing from us both. Instinctively I increased the tempo, not knowing what to expect or where the joy would end, only knowing that in this union some great explosion must result. Which indeed it did.

    Again, words fail me. This new level of ecstacy was as far above the previous as it was above its predecessors. Warm liquid oozed into me from my husband with a feeling so sublime and transcendental that my legs tremble and parts ache with the memory. The loss of friction brought by this lubricant freed my husbands parts after the first few thrusts, and brought the eruption out in the open, where red hot jets of pearlecent lava sprayed onto my breasts face and mouth, and where, savage like now I gorged on it, drinking in its salty smoothness with total abandon.

    We lay some time before moving on to the boudoir where we have had such adventure that they will require another letter for me to relate them to you fully. I write to you in my first pause, sore and satisfied, not less than 20 hours later !

    Write soon.

    X
     
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    Thanks for the nice comments.
     
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    i have never read ye olde porn before that was great
     
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    Cheers comrade, I might try communist porn next
     
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    please do!! Throw is a revolution or two as well hehe
     
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