But it is a different thing experiencing that love as he feels it.
The story ends as our first encounter did.
With me coming on his tongue and then him coming in his trousers.
When he describes the mind-splitting bliss of that orgasm, I suppress a moan of frustration.
In any other state, I’d be crawling towards him across the floor.
Instead, I just read the fragment again and again.
When he leaves the room, I trace the words, committing them to memory.
Chapter 56
Alfred
The next day when Annabelle goes to the counting house, I sit at my new desk.
The gift really is too fine, but I love it anyway.
And I was pleased to see how much Annabelle enjoyed the story I gave her. I hoped she would like it, but she was reluctant, in fact, to return it to me.
Today, I decide to revisit another scene in my memory.
I remember, and write, and burn for my wife.
When I am done I move to set the story aside so that I may give it to Annabelle later.
But then I realize that on top of the story I showed her yesterday, sits another sheet of paper.
In Annabelle’s writing.
I slide the letter over his large cock. It barely fits—I am surprised I can even fit it onto his member. In truth, the letter is too small.
I have to keep my hands from shaking with desire.
“I am too large perhaps. I will hurt you.”
I am aware that I am faintly panting with desire. Hiscock looks delicious. But I have to remember that he is inexperienced. He truly has no idea.
“Women dream of a cock like yours, Alfred,” I say, trying to not make my own lustsoobvious. “You will not hurt me. Especially since I have been with men before.”
But none with as large of a cock as this if I am honest. I won’t tell the man that. There is no reason to puff him up. It is true, nevertheless.
“If you are certain.”
“If I scream, you can be certain it is not from the pain.”
I smile at that. Because I know I am about to enjoy a man who is truly exceptional.
“Do not worry,” I say, allowing myself to touch the glory of his broad chest. “Are you ready?”
My heart pounds as I read it—the story of the first time she bedded me, told from her perspective.
It is indecent and wonderful and soAnnabelle.
Of course, I begin to swell, reading this evidence of her desire for me.
