Teapot - My Darling Aquea

Teapot's Stories - My Darling Aquea

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Well, I really liked the title, as for the rest of it,I think it was more personal than being a story. It started off nicely but then got confusing. To me it would only seem erotic to the receiver of the mail. I'm sorry for the low rating, but this is only my opinion.

Allan

(MF)

This was written by one of my readers, Teapot, in response to my story ‘Morning’, after a flirty email where he told me that the man in the story ‘Could’ve been him’. I replied, asking him where he went, if it was him. This is his response. The copyright is his.

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My Darling Aquea,

I'm sorry that I left so abruptly. You had almost worn me out, with our constant lovemaking. I wasn't able to work without thinking of you, and the things we do. It’s hard to talk to the boss without standing up from my desk :-)

Even though my cock has never been worked over so much, it still
craves you more. In the middle of a branch meeting, Barbara started laughing and it reminded me of your cries as you urged me on.

STIFFY.

My breast pocket rubbed my left nipple that you had flicked until it was almost raw.

STIFFY.

I leave your bed and 2 hours later am pulling my cock in a cubicle in
the toilets thinking of you with your fingers spreading your lips as you smile at me wickedly.

I can’t get you out of my mind, my love. I need to get back to sanity.
As I write, my cock has had to be released from the leg of my boxer shorts. He is now winking at me with a tear in his eye as I see you before me, crouched on the edge of your bed, as he pounds into you from behind.

Dearest Aquea, as soon as I can think of you without needing an orgasm, I shall return.

I'll never get too much of a good thing.

Love
Your teapot.

PS. That’s where I went :-)