
Dear Dream Lover,
There is something so erotic about when a man takes the time to undress me. It’s like he’s opening a present which is me. Making me his meal, his delight, and his pleasure.
Slow soft sensual touches, followed by his lips traveling to the newly exposed skin. Feeling his fingers travel with curiosity and hunger.
Slow sensual exploration and admiration for the package you unwrap. Making ever piece of my flesh feel desired and wanted. Oh dream lover you know how to make me purr.

Dear Dream Lover,
More often then not I want this. I want you to shake my entire being with the bed included. I want to feel your shaft hitting my cervix bone. I want to feel your tight grip upon my flesh as you take me and claim what is yours. Plunging into me with the desire to hear me moan like a vixen. Only you can do this Dream Lover, only you can own my entire being by filling me with your seed.
The harder and faster you go the more i want, you make me into a wanton slut. But i’m yours dream lover, take whats yours.

Dear Dream Lover,
I’ve always found hickeys, bite marks, bruising, rug burn, and sore muscles to be honor badges of a wonderful night of love making or straight up fucking. There is nothing like sitting down and wincing. That smirk just appears right after, as you remember his hand spanking your ass.
Going to walk the next day and it taking a few minutes to get your muscles to cooperate. The smile that crosses your face as you feel the result of him claiming you.
Accidentally touching your hip and wincing because of the bruise his tight grip left when he pulled you onto him with a passionate hunger.. The burning rash on your knees, when he couldn’t wait any longer and pushed you down taking you on all fours on the living room floor.
Having to arrange your hair just so to cover where he marked your neck claiming it as his.
Dear Dream Lover, honor me with your mark, let me know that i’m yours. Let me smile through out the day until I can make it back into your arms.

Dear Dream Lover,
A lot of women are squeamish about anal sex. I am not one of them. With a bottle of KY, you may slide your shaft into my ass, claiming it as your own. There is nothing like it in the world. As long as you start out slow and stretch that tiny hole to fit your wonderful phallus and keep it well lubed. Of course its going to be uncomfortable it you try pushing it into an non-lubed hole.
There is something primal about claiming this tight little puckered hole as your own. But i want you too. I want to feel you thrusting into me spreading me open for you. Taking what belongs to you as you grip my hips tightly pulling me back.

Dear Dream Lover,
Breasts are the way to get most women to new heights faster. Suckle my hardened nipple into your lips, nip at it as you squeeze it hard. Your other hand is slipping between my thighs, or perhaps your plunging into me as your hand reaches for the back door. Sensory over load is the best and fastest way to get me moaning like a wanton woman. I’ll whimper, whine, moan, and beg for all you want to give me. Making me into yours with every thrust, gasping whimpering and begging for you.

Dear Dream Lover,
I once saw this B movie with the most amazing sex scene. The girl had been a royal bitch the entire night and her date had enough. Pinning her against the fence, giving her the most orgasmic sex she’d ever had in her entire life. I want to try that. Its one of my secret fantasies.

Dear Dream Lover,
Romance is not over rated. Its an important part of keeping a woman young and dedicated to trying to keep you happy as well. Making us feel cherish, alive, and like a woman are required if you plan on keeping us loving you forever. Small tokens are all that’s required, we don’t require grandeur. Tell us that we are beautiful, tell us that you thought of our smile through out your day. Tell us that you couldn’t wait to come home to our arms. Send us flowers for no reason other then to say you love us.
Take us on a surprise moonlight walk by the lake under the glimmering stars with a picnic basket, and an mp3 player whose earplugs we can share keeping us close. Know the looks on our face, when to push us, when not to. Don’t try to be the center of attention by being loud, its just embarassing. Every once in a while walk into the kitchen wrap your arms around us, and turn us into your lips.
Make us remember every day why we fell in love with you, and we’ll stay happy forever.

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,
If you eat your vegetables, and clear your plate. If you clean up after dinner, and get the dishes in the the dishwasher. You will have your yummy dessert. Whether I will be bond and sluttish dressed.
You may untie me, or simply place me on my knees with my head down. My bum up in the air so you may slice off or cut off my panties. Then you will take your dessert adding your own cream to your delicious entree’.