
Dear Dream Lover,
I want you!. Against a wall, down the hall. On a train, in a plane. On a couch, on your mouth. On a chair, grabbing your hair. On a sled, on your bed. On the counter i’m more then able. Over your desk, I like it best. On the floor, I’ll just want more. On the car near or far.
There is not limit to my lust, there is no hunger you can’t quench. Its a matter of experience want and desire. Its a matter of being a man of sight.
I admit my desires are wide and not for all. But for my Dream Lover, they’ll be included with his heart.

Dear Dream Lover,
There is something seductive about a man in a nice suit and tie. If his boxers match it makes him even more desirable. Although sometimes its wonderful to see him sporting some Batman Boxers, or some other hunky superhero. It gives a sense of fun buried with in the sharp dressed man.
Perhaps its his manicured nails, the way his eye brows are plucked to perfection. Maybe its the way his hair never looks out of place. He is only one view of fantasy dear dream lover, not a requirement.
Though his sexy allure is surly unavoidable.

Dear Dream Lover,
Can you turn me on at your whim? It has been my experience that few men are equipped with the correct skills to make me melt by a few uttered words, or a glance. Perhaps they think that women are all the same. But we are not.
Sure our anatomy may be the same, but that doesn’t mean what turned her on, will turn me on, or that what turned him on, will turn you on. That’s right my dream lover, communication will be required. Listen to the sounds i make as your lips travel up my neck. Listen to when my moans become louder, what are you doing to make that happen.
Don’t make assumptions based on your history, for i am not them, nor are you. What may work as a pressure point on your cock, may differ. Because she enjoyed being called bitch, will not work for me. Because she catered to you, doesn’t mean I will.
Turn me on dream lover with your wit. Turn me on dream lover with your brain. Turn me on dream lover by making me laugh, and turn me on dream lover by making me feel like i’m the only woman.

Dear Dream Lover,
There is this fantasy I’ve had that involves hot wax. I think that it could be a very sensual experience to be subjected as well as subject you to. There is something about the immediate rush of heat that surges through your body when it touches your skin. There is something about they way it cools and hardens on ones flesh. Pain and love combined is a very erotic time.

Dear Dream Lover,
There is nothing more erotic to me then a man that has a passion for the renaissance period. Whether it is role-playing, or simply watching movies based in that time period. I’m referred to often as a princess. Perhaps its my sweetness, or my snobbery. One will never know.
Would you be my Lancelot? Would you be my King Jodhaa Akbar? Would you take be my Mr. Darcy?

Dear Dream Lover,
In the world although not recognized often there is a balance. Some recognize it and most seem blissfully unaware of its existence. There is Dominant, and there is Submissive, and there are switches.
For a successful relationship I believe that this must be part of the relationship dynamics. The term “wears the pants in the family” is for the one w/ the more dominant characteristics. Even if it is topping from bottom.
I enjoy both worlds. I like being able to dominate you dream lover. My good boy needs a firm smack on his glorious ass. I want you down on all for and tongue licking between my glistening thighs. I also want you to bend me over and claim me as your own. Who do i belong to, You.

Dear Dream Lover,
I am a big fan of using objects to intensify the erotic pleasure that we can have together. For example this picture makes me squirm. I once saw a movie where one of her fetishes was being fucked by coke bottles. I have yet to try this, but its definitely on my list of things to do. The idea of feeling the cool curved bottle being thrust into my tightness by your hand makes me clench with anticipations. What else will you find to fuck me with?

Dear Dream Lover,
I love the feel of your shirt cascading over my breasts and bare flesh. I love the way my hairs a tousled mess after a firm fucking. I would love to have the smell of you hitting my nostrils moment after moment.
The tie you used to bind my wrists laying lazily over around my neck almost taunting you to do it again. Yes dream lover i want more of that firm love making you bless me with.

Dear Dream Lover,
The best conversations are the ones had as we lay naked entwined in each others limbs after a good solid sexual session. I say sexual session because that involves both fucking and making love. Sex is many things to many different people.
After such a raw primal encounter, we shall lay naked in each others arms. Talk about our goals , our dreams, and our hopes. To most men this would probably sound boring. But to my dream lover. He’ll get it, he’ll want it.

Dear Dream Lover,
I am a lover of my breasts. I like to have the cupped, squeezed and suckled. I love it when you take my nipple between your fingers and tug on it until i whimper. I love it when you suckle it and bite just enough to give me that rush of delicious pain. I love it when you use them as reins when you fuck me from behind. Or when you hold them as we spoon.