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Brady
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I read the note over and over again, feeling an intense pulse between my legs. I ache for him so bad, and I don’t even know what it feels like for someone to be inside me. But there’s definitely that special spark that I’ve been waiting for. I put my hand on my mound and feel my wetness through my cotton panties. I start rubbing my clit in slow, small circles, moaning quietly as I release some of the tension building up between my legs.
I open my eyes and look at the letter again. I scan down to the very bottom of the letter and realize he’s left me a p.s. that says to look on the back. I flip the letter over and gasp at the image that’s on the opposite side.
Oh my god, there’s a full-size drawing of me! My features are slightly exaggerated, but I can absolutely tell that it is me. What I can’t take my eyes off of is the fact that I’m topless. Brody’s drawn me with my voluptuous breasts swinging freely. In the picture, I’m sitting with my legs open with just a tiny thong covering my womanhood. Long locks of hair drape all over my shoulders, and in the drawing, I’m looking directly at the reader and blowing a kiss. He’s shaded my cheeks to show how flushed I can be when I’m aroused.
“Holy shit! Is this how he sees me?” I whisper breathlessly. Looking at this drawing, I instantly get turned on again. I imagine Brady’s strong hands scooping up all of me and carrying me into his house. Once inside, I see him gazing into my eyes, before seizing my lips with his own. We’re swept up in a passionate kiss even as he strokes my body, making me purr.
These X-rated thoughts overwhelm me. I fall onto my back in my bed and push my hand down my panties. I’m soaking wet and my hand sinks into my soft warmth. I rub my clit, slowly at first, imagining Brady here with me, and inhaling his masculine scent. As I imagine him touching me and sliding his hand down my terry cloth shorts, I move my hand in smaller, faster circles. A rippling sensation begins in my core, as my toes curl and my back arches.
In my imagination, I see Brady picking me up and walking me to the bed, sitting me on his lap. He gently slides me down on top of him and then eases all of himself inside of me. The stretch is delightful, and I moan a bit with pain as he allows me to adjust. Then, he does this again over and over, easing in and out. Facing each other, he fills me up, and we move in unison, rhythmically grinding back and forth, faster and faster. He pulls me close until we both climax at the same time, me shuddering in his strong grasp. This final thought pushes me over the edge, and I orgasm, my entire body stricken with pleasure that pulses all the way down to my toes.
I run my hand up and down my mound, feeling how wet I am from nothing but Brady. I feel so relieved, but like I’m still missing something. I feel like a vegetarian, full but never completely satisfied. I know that I want him and that I need all of him. There’s no question in my mind: I’ll wait for Brady no matter how long it takes.
When I come back down from my erotic exploration, I run over to my desk and furiously begin writing him another letter, this one even steamier than the last one. When I’m satisfied with the note, I spritz it with a small puff of my vanilla perfume.
Then I go to my dresser and set up my camera. I decide to be even bolder this time. I’m going to give Brady Firestone something he can’t resist and a sly smile crosses my face as I begin to click the shutter.
6
Brady
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“Firestone, don’t forget that it’s your turn to clean the bathroom asshole,” Burt Keiser, another guy that lives in the same barrack as me, yells when I walk through the door.
“Hey man, I just got done with an overnight shift. Can you fuck off until I get some rest?” I ask tensely.
He holds his hands up in surrender. “Calm down, just giving you a hard time. I’ll have one of the newbs do it. You’ve earned your stripes to get out of bathroom duty.”
“Yeah you do that,” I tell him shortly, walking past him to my room.
I walk to my room after another stressful day. I’m relieved that my roommate is gone so I can be alone in peace. But the only thing that can help me get over this awful mood is a note from Susie. It’s been a little over a week since I last heard from her. I know it was reckless sending her that note and that drawing, but I wanted her to know how sexy I think she is.