JohnSmith1453

Stoking Ember.

by JohnSmith1453

Chapter 5 in Wayward Letters

Now now, we both remember. Whilst you were mischievous at times, I do recall you savouring the moment. And so, I do recall, that as I opened up the front door, you heard, and had quickly hopped back into the main corridor. Your exploration done for now, and the night getting on....

Left

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Chapter 5 in Wayward Letters

Chest and Chamber

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Chapter 5 in Wayward Letters

Your curiosity always was quite something. You always had to look. You could never be patient. How I remember it so. Indeed, before long, your hands were scrabbling, looking for the latch that would open the chests and cabinets positioned tastefully across the room, the mir...

Oaken Passages

by JohnSmith1453

Chapter 3 in Wayward Letters

With the door closing with a soft _clink_, you take a moment to look around you. The tall cabin walls reach up high, old-fashioned paintings decorating their upper portions. The back wall is taken up wholly by the hefty fireplace, and vintage leather couches, clean and well-tende...

Right

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Chapter 4 in Wayward Letters

Your bare footsteps silenced by the fabric below, your eyes squint in the dark, as you search for the next set of light switches. It takes a bit, but you eventually find them once more on the wooden panelling down the length of the passage. Testing doors, you open the first on yo...

Left

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Chapter 4 in Wayward Letters

Stepping back into view of the distant fireplace, watching coldly from the living room, you turn, and pass into the left passage. On your immediate right, seems to be a linen cupboard and the light switches for this passage, nice and domestic. The first left door you test seems t...

Domestic Bliss (WIP)

by JohnSmith1453

Chapter 2 in Wayward Letters

WIP

Wood and Steam (WIP)

by JohnSmith1453

Chapter 2 in Wayward Letters

Those distant days... Do you remember? The depths of that winter, the starry night glowing silver and blue in it's unpolluted expanse, the grassy plains lit only but briefly in the headlights of the car, before being swallowed once more in the lonely sea of dark. The tall trees w...

You straighten

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Chapter 10 in Wayward Letters

You straighten your back. Back in your cosy abode, the ambient, quiet, nonchalant sound of your room returns to your ears. You look at the letter and it's writings in your hands. You pause, and think about what the hell you just read... There is the slightest hesitation in you...

In it's velvet case.

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Chapter 9 in Wayward Letters

In it's velvet case.

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Chapter 9 in Wayward Letters

We felt the moment hang in the air. The lust, the glory of it, the magnificence of it. Staring into your eyes, I see your bliss, your wonder, the flaring embers of your passion, slowly winding down as your body relaxes. And speaking of your body, I take my gaze south, and once mo...

With Hammer and Chisel

by JohnSmith1453

Chapter 8 in Wayward Letters

Your body shudders and tenses, your toes arching, your breath gasping, heels digging into the sheets, hands gripping and reaching to clasp onto anything, as I break down your gates with a single, solid, ram. The oiled cock surges forth with all the backing the muscle in my hips,...

With the gentleness of a caress

by JohnSmith1453

Chapter 8 in Wayward Letters

Your breath hitches, I place a hand on your chest, keeping you still, as your body arches under me. Your lips part, and in doing so, I seize the opportunity. Rushing forward like a swan's wing furling over her brood, my lips seal around yours, and I can taste the oil on your plus...

It's even shiny on the inside.

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Chapter 7 in Wayward Letters

_Glck.. Glph... Plph. The pant of your breath, before.. GlphGlphGlpGlp.. _ I tense.. It's about time I distract you as much as you distract me. One hand grasps the surface of your hip, and I'm tempted to flatten your legs to the mattress and sheets, sprawled and folded up as the...

Even Achilles didn't get doused this deeply.

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Chapter 6 in Wayward Letters

I play with you for a bit. To be fair, you did have to get me to gather myself. I don't know how you keep at it. The endless up and down of your head. The strength of your lips. You have one hand on my balls now, giving a bit of my oil back to me, rubbing, massaging, as your t...

Dipped in Lust

by JohnSmith1453

Chapter 5 in Wayward Letters

_Do you remember it? _ The roaring of lust? The bloodlust of passion? How it surges in the blood, how your vision seems to narrow, how nothing beyond us seemed to exist? the \_power \_that flows through your hands, your fingers, your legs, your arms and shoulders if you want i...

Glistening so.

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Chapter 4 in Wayward Letters

So close, I could feel your breath upon me. But we'd both know how I liked to drive you mad. Oiled hand, palm and finger, and even occasionally elbow would come down, returning to the flesh of your shoulders, arms and back. This time, the grasp full, the slide of hand compl...

Held in hand.

by JohnSmith1453

Chapter 3 in Wayward Letters

As per usual, the small talk wouldn't matter. We'd be sitting on your bed, and night would fall through the window. The building would be quiet. dark. asleep. not a sound to be heard, just the glow of soft yellow light from under the door into a black void of beyond. The ou...

Press and Lather

by JohnSmith1453

Chapter 2 in Wayward Letters

How would it begin? Well... Do you remember the walks we used to take? Such a scene can start there easily enough. It would be one of your freer days. A hard day at work, a long day for me, we would drive to get you your favourite snack from that store you held close to your h...

Introduction

by JohnSmith1453

Chapter 1 in Wayward Letters

### All characters are of 18 years of age, or older. All depicted matters are fictional, and do enjoy. - - - - - - The morning is a fresh, brisk Sunday morning, and you begin it like every other. The slow waking from the prior night, appreciating in the back of your head that t...