The longing within me intensifies, akin to a fire being carefully stoked. Every interaction we share adds another log to the flames, igniting a passionate inferno within. Sparks of desire dance in a whirlwind, their ephemeral glow briefly illuminating the profound relief that washes over me when our lips meet in a kiss.
However, the pulsating throb within my core remains unabated. The fleeting release of our kisses, though satisfying in its own right, is akin to a mere sigh—brief and momentary, unable to quell the deep ache that yearns for more.
And yearn I do as I pen this letter, thoughts of your touch guide my hand between my legs to lightly stroke the most delicate petals of my femininity. A surge, like electricity ripples down my spine in a delicious wave of pleasure that flows through my body and settles into my toes.
Using the magic bestowed upon me by being a Revenant, I have summoned a spectral presence to transcribe my words as I speak. My dearest Bosphor, the yearning within me has become insatiable. The desire for release consumes me, and I yearn for you to be the witness of my surrender.
My fingers continue to tease my folds, gently rubbing against my clit, eliciting an involuntary moan from me as I writhe in my seat. My thighs part, spreading my sex further, the pad of my finger gently circling the entrance of my weeping flower. A soft, enticing moan escapes my lips, carried away on a sigh of pleasure. My hips begin to sway with an instinctual rhythm, rising and falling in sync with the growing intensity.
My head rests gently against the back of the chair, overwhelmed by the intoxicating surrender to the building sensations within me. Waves of pleasure cascade through my body, leaving me utterly captivated by the moment. My thoughts become a whirlwind of vivid imagery, each fleeting image like a licking flame that ignites me.
I can feel my heart racing, pounding in my chest as I am overcome by the sweet agony of ecstasy. The pressure builds, and I can't hold out any longer.
"Oh, Bosphor," I gasp aloud, teetering on the precipice, my jaw clenched in an exquisite blend of pleasure and agony, my eyes tightly shut.
"Oh, Bosphor," I whimper once more, as every fiber of my being tenses as the pleasure reaches an unbearable crescendo, and I can no longer contain myself—I come undone. The universe erupts within me, my body convulsing with the implosion of my climax. Blossoms of exquisite release unfurl from deep within my core, spreading like wildfire through my limbs. My toes curl, my back arches in surrender. As my breath remains ragged, I gradually return to the grounded reality of earth.
My body trembles uncontrollably, my heart pounds wildly in my chest, and I struggle to catch my breath. Collapsing into the chair, I am utterly drained.
Closing my eyes, I relish every moment as my breathing gradually steadies. I dismiss the writer.
This will suffice for the time being. The yearning subsided, yet I know it won't be long until I hunger for you again.
THE END?
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