This was my entry for Round 4 of Alison Tayler‘s Smut Marathon. This time ’round I came in tied (three way!) for second place. The theme was an erotic story in the form of a written letter. –M
My Nina,
I am so pleased you and Mark hit it off so well this evening. Watching the two of you after his almost bashful first advance was a joy. He was so smitten – even after your whisper in his ear made him blush. And I could see how hot he made you. I watched with such pleasure your mutual seduction; looks, suggestions, caresses drawing you ever closer. I know your signs – by the last dance you’d have fucked him on the dance floor if only he’d asked.
He did ask, though, to take you home. And as I write this I know you’re tangled with each other. Perhaps his cock is deep inside you now, filling you with his desire. Perhaps you’re crying his name as your body wracks with pleasure. I can see you, lost in his arms. I want you to be lost in the moment, in him. I hope he’s an incredible lover. I hope he’s _better_ than me, and that he makes you scream and shudder and come all through the night.
Because tomorrow, Love, you are with me again. And I’m going to reconquer you. I’m going to fuck Mark out of your body, flood out his cum with mine, drive my presence back in so deep that it will be my name on your lips again and always. The better he is, the better I have to be. To earn you back. To reclaim what is mine.
I cannot wait.










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I’m torn somewhere between “Oh my!” and “Damn.” as always, thank you.