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Letter to Victoria

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Unedited email to Victoria


I masturbated in your bed this morning, with the door open.

I slowly penetrated myself, feeling my way in. Then I pushed away the covers and then sat up against the pillows, somehow being upright makes me feel more exposed. I experimented until I found the perfect spot of penetration, turned the vibe up to high, and then began to masturbate my cock. I wanted you to walk in on me. I wanted you to be there, to be kneeling in front of you face to face. My fantasy was to orgasm with you looking into my face, ejaculate into your one hand with the other gently clasping my big ball, and then to lick my semen out of your hand very consciously and clearly. I could feel your compassion as I would do that, and the warmth of your hand.

I masturbated slowly, so that the pleasure would build and so that I would ejaculate a lot.

It occurred to me that Carol might see me. That got me hotter. I love being seen penetrating myself. I was hoping you would walk in. But it was early, and I was alone, and as I approached my climax, I felt strong and independent for being alone, for taking care of my pleasure, for not needing your approval, for not needing your help to drink my semen, which I had every desire and intention of doing. Suddenly it was hotter being on my own. My orgasm approached and my fantasies shifted to someone or something else besides you, I don't know what, I don't remember, but I knew I did not need your approval, that maternal approval of a boy's masturbation.

I looked up and could see my face in the mirror. I could have been seen by anyone at that point, in perfect comfort and beauty, but it was just me seeing myself. The sight of my face set me over the edge, I orgasmed with a fast emotional release, maybe I moaned, I must have, and the ejaculation was very strong, these few moments of the physical process totally taking over every level are always so good. Some semen spilled on the bed, most of it filled my hand and as the waves of emotion were still rippling through me, I took the semen into my mouth, thick and creamy and comforting.

I held it there a long time, long enough to get dressed and go down stairs, finally swallowing myself.



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