Jane's Letter #13

Hey Baby,

All I can say is WOW. You know me so well. I feel as though you have a hidden camera at my desk or something. How did you know I needed a massage? That wasn't just a massage… Man, it was the best thing ever to happen to me! I can't even think straight right now. Still. By now, you're just getting to work, and you have just sat down at your desk to do your morning routine. But instead of surfing the net for AM sales on shoes, you're reading my letter.

Yesterday was so amazing, Maur. I didn't know what to expect, especially when you told me that you were bringing a change of clothes. I have to admit, I thought we were going to get down and dirty. But what you had in store for me was so much better.

By the time you told me about the massage, I had already figured it out, but the real massage was when you got naked as well. I was hoping and praying that you'd be naughty like you always are, and I'm so glad that my prayers were answered. You are such a bad girl, baby… I love it.

The massage relaxed me and your lips on my skin excited me. I didn't know how to feel. I knew I had a whole hour, but God I wanted it to last forever. I loved it when you climbed on top of me and massaged my shoulders. I was so turned on because I could feel your softness against my ass (sorry language, but damn!) and you were so hot.

When your massage started feeling really good, I couldn't help but to moan out loud. Then you leaned over and whispered into my ear to quiet down. Omg, Maur… If only you knew what kind of thoughts went through my head. But of course you did know because you started doing exactly what I wanted you to do.

You know what you did… Stop smiling. LOL (mmm. I love my freaky girl)

The massage was supposed to be about me, but I knew you were enjoying it too. And that's exactly what I wanted. We share everything, baby. Right now I can't think of a time when you and I didn't share our lives.

You know what my favorite part was? I'm sure you know, but I'm going to tell you anyway. My favorite part was when you were sitting on my back, rubbing my shoulders. You were so hot I could feel it right there on my lower back where you were sitting. So I start moving a bit, knowing that it would feel good to you. I loved how your breath caught in your throat and you whimpered a little. And the more I moved, the more you couldn't sit still.

Then you leaned down and kissed me on the back of the neck. The whole time you were grinding your pussy against me. You were so wet you were slipping. Omg… Then when you had worked yourself up, you pulled me over and onto my back. You kissed me so passionately, your tongue danced around in my mouth.

I loved kissing you. Our kiss was so slow and sensual. You are by far the best kisser alive. Your slow kisses turn me on so much. When you started grinding me, I almost lost my mind. I had never been so verbal in my life! I couldn't believe you had to silence me with your hand. I felt like you were taking me by force. And I loved every minute.

All I can remember is hearing my muffled moans and your soft sighs in my ear. You felt so good, baby. Your body slipped with mine so easily because you got all of the oil all over you. Man, I loved that so much.

By the time you were finished with me, I had forgotten about every worry that I had. I can't believe I cried again after coming with you. What the hell is wrong with me, baby? Is that normal or am I just turning into an emotional mess?

I don't know but I do know that when we come together, like in a literally sense, it makes me feel so good. Emotionally, mentally, physically… all of that. I cannot be without you. I don't want to be without you. I've been thinking about something for a while now. I mentioned it in one of my earlier letters, but the thought will not go away.

I really want to do something different. Job wise. I mean, yeah, I love being a cop, but after your last letter, I realize how much the dangers of my job really bother you. I used to think, oh well… I'm a cop, it comes with the territory, but now I don't think so one sided anymore. I care about how you feel. I care about your thoughts and wishes. It would kill me if one day, you'd have to do my autopsy.

I mean, I'd already be dead, so it can't actually kill me… ugh… You know what I mean.

I meant, thinking about one day you having to do my autopsy, hurts. Like really bad. So bad I don't even want to think about it.

The point I was attempting to make was, I was thinking of after we're married, I can find some other employment. And I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that I will never be able to be anything but a cop. Because it's in my blood.

But for you, I'd be willing to step outside my comfort zone and do something different for you and for us. You know that small town I talked about moving to? Maybe we could start a café or a coffee bar together there. That way, we'd always be together.

Yes, I mean it…

And you can be the small town coroner. You only get called when someone dies, so if it's a quiet and peaceful town, then we can just focus on our coffee shop. How does that sound, baby?

I know it's a big change, but I'm so willing to do anything for you.

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Now about NYC. I looked up that hotel and WOW! I definitely want city view, high up as far as we can go without needing to sell a kidney. I want to have a room with a Jacuzzi. Can we? And a nice big screen tv. Maybe we can hit a few spots in the City before coming back to the hotel and dining, getting drunk and having lots of sex.

I know you love the idea.

I know we don't need to get drunk to have great sex, but can we do it just once? I'm going to be so excited to see what you'll allow me do once your inhibitions go down. Hey… At least I'm being up front. I WILL take advantage of you and do all the things you're too shy about doing now. *wink*

So we're leaving tonight, right? I'm so ready! I love the fact that you have a gazillion Skymiles. We could literally go anywhere last minute. You treat me so well, baby. I'm so glad I have such a cultured girlfriend like you. But even if you've been all around the world from Paris to Timbuktu, (I know not Timbuktu, but I couldn't remember where else), you still enjoy hanging out with simple me.

You make me so happy—

I cannot wait for you to be my wife.

I just placed a kiss on your lips as you're sleeping. And now I'm sealing this letter with a kiss.

Have a great day, baby. See you tonight when you get home.

Our vacation awaits!

xoxo,

Jane