Letters From Kay, Number 3 – The Water Remembered You

My love,

The heat finally broke last night. I woke up to that cool that only happens up here in late August, the one that makes the lake look like glass. I put on your shirt and walked down barefoot. Dew on my ankles. Nobody on the path but me and a couple of jays being rude about it.

I swam. You always said the water was too cold until July. It's still cold. I went in anyway.

I thought about you the whole way out. How you'd wait on the dock like you were being patient, and then you'd come in after me the second I looked back. How your hands found my waist under the water before I even heard you. I floated on my back and let the sun have me. My shirt went see-through, then I took it off and let it hang on the dock like a flag. If anyone had come down the trail they'd have gotten quite a show. Nobody did. Just me, and the idea of you, and that little ache that starts when I remember how you look at me when I'm wet.

I touched myself in the water. Slow. The kind of slow you make me do when you want to watch. I said your name into the sky and came with my mouth open, quiet, because the mountain keeps secrets but I still like pretending it might tell you.

Came back up dripping. Made coffee. Your mug, not mine. I'm wearing the shirt again even though it's damp. It smells like lake and you, which is a mean combination when you're not here to take it off me.

Come home before the leaves start. I want you in this water. I want your mouth where the cold made me shiver.

Forever yours,

Kay

P.S. Your Booby Pillow was on the porch when I got back, sunning itself like it owns the place. I brought it inside. It can keep your side of the bed warm until you do.

Letters From Kay, Number 2 – The Mirror Doesn’t Lie

Letter's From Kay, Number 2 - The Mirror Doesn't Lie

Kay

My sweetest love,

I couldn’t sleep again. The moon was so bright it poured through the curtains like it wanted to watch. So I let it. I stood up, let your favorite silk slip slide off my shoulders, and walked naked to that big antique mirror at the foot of the bed… the one you like to move closer when we play…

God, I wish you could see what I saw.

My nipples were already hard little peaks before I even touched them, like they knew they were about to star in a show just for you. I started slow, tracing the chain of the necklace you gave me (the one that always nestles right between my breasts) down, down, until the little diamond pendant rested cold between my legs. I shivered so hard for a second.

Then I cupped myself. Both hands. Full, heavy, spilling over my palms the way you say drives you insane. I squeezed and watched my softness bulge between my fingers, watched myself part with a gasp that sounded exactly like the one I make when you first push inside me. I pinched my nipples the way you do when you’re about to lose control… and the girl in the mirror arched so prettily I almost came right then.

I said your name. Out loud. Over and over.

“Baby… please… right there… yes…”

Every plea you’ve ever dragged out of me, I gave back to my reflection like she could send it straight to you through the glass.

I spread wider. Watched my fingers disappear down in between - where I miss you so much.. where I ache for you. I kept one hand on my breast, rolling the nipple between my knuckles, while the other circled and circled until I had chills over my whole body. When I came, I didn’t look away. I wanted to see what I look like when you see me - to imagine how you feel when you watch me. Turns out I look free, gorgeous, and 100% yours.

I walked away from the mirror, watching my moon-shadow fill the room. I left a kiss on the mirror like I leaned in and kissed you goodnight through the glass.

Bring your loving home soon, handsome. This mirror is getting jealous, and I’m running out of ways to show you what you do to me when you’re not here to watch in person.

I’ll be waiting. Naked. Ready for the real thing…

Forever your naughty girl,

Kay

P.S. I came so hard I accidentally knocked your BoobyPillow off the bed. I’ve been using it. Hurry up and reclaim your spot between these sheets before the pillow thinks it’s winning. 😈

Letters From Kay, Number 1 - The Leaves are changing

Good morning love. I woke up this morning cuddled up in the pajamas you gave me, thinking about you. I can feel the weather changing up here. It’s cooler today and the leaves are changing. It’s beautiful but it’s lonely when you’re away. The sky is blue, the birds are chirping. There’s a breeze coming down the mountain brushing against the leaves. When will you be back?

I’m still so amazed that we have this place for just us. It’s magical. You’re amazing how you made this happen…

I think I’ll make some fresh bread today. There’s berries ready to pick all around so I’ll make it a sweet bread, doesn’t that sound delicious? Toasted with some butter… that’s making me hungry!

I so wish you were here… I wouldn’t want to get out of bed. I wouldn’t let you get out of bed either. Remember the last morning you were here? I do. How I snuck up under the sheets towards you, kissed your back, whispered some naughty things in your ear. You woke up so fast you didn’t know if you were still dreaming! You’re such an incredible lover… I can’t wait to see you again.

Write me back when you can, if you can. I’m counting the minutes until we’re together again.

love,

Kay

Audio - Letters from Kay, Letter 1

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