My darling new love,

I was an excited and anxious to open your email but relieved and thrilled to read that you have feelings for me as well. You gently held my confessions of heartache to your breasts and I was comforted and warmed. I miss you so much and can't wait until we can be together again.

I don't completely understand the sexual hold you have over me. I'm obsessed with the thought of you. The delicious curves of your body, your blonde hair, blue eyes and beautiful smile adorn my fantasies of you. I daydream about when we have time enough to love each other as we desire. I did more than swooned when I read about the things you want to do with me. Oh the places you take me you naughty girl. More on that later.

If we had more time after our dinner date last week it would have ended differently. Here is how I wish it had gone. I hope this inspires you to take a little private time.

Passionately yours,
Almendra


Your beauty held me in her arms as we danced in conversation throughout dinner. Each time our eyes met we saw into each other's heart. I blushed and turned away even though it hurt me to do so. I didn't want my cheeks to betray my emotions. Even so, I could not stay away from the sunlight of your confidence and vivacious charm. I'm drawn to you in ways I've not felt for another woman in some time.

I trembled when I felt I might confess my feelings for you even if only by suggestion. I wasn't sure if my boldness was due to my intoxication of being with you or because of the wine? I started to feel bolder when our conversation turned to our romantic relationships. Settled into more intimate conversation I decided to take a risk. "Yes, he was wonderful but there have been times I've had romantic feelings for women. They were just," I started to shake, "feelings -you know?"

"Of course, I know, and I have too. Not that I could *ever* prefer that over a man."

I felt my heart sink a bit. It's good to take risks right? I asked myself. Sure, nothing is really lost. I answered in my mind.

"I did have sex with a friend of mine once." you blurted. "It was quite a while ago and at the time it wasn't a big deal. We were mostly curious. We were having a fun talking about what it might be like and then one glass of wine followed another -and- it was nice. But it only happened that one time. You understand -right?"

"Sure," I replied quietly.

Studying me for a bit and maybe seeing my disappointment you leaned in close and lowered your voice. "I have something to tell you that I've never told anyone. You paused and bit your lip and continued, "I'm a bit partial to messy play."

"What do you mean?"

"Well... I enjoy covering my body in sticky slippery gooey things."

"Like lube?" I asked thinking that this was not worth the dramatic build up.

You shook your head, "No, not exactly. More like being covered in pudding from head to toe."

The sounds from the other diners became muffled and far away. "Are you naked!" I asked in a whisper.

"Most of the time. I often start by only wearing my panties and bra but they often come off before the finish."

The finish? I turned this over in my head trying to put pictures to words. Absent-mindedly I asked, "What's it like?"

"The finish?" you grinned.

"No." I smiled. "What's it like having your body completely covered in a gooey mess?"

Pausing, you closed your eyes. "It's wonderfully sensual. It's like having your body tightly hugged by your lover all over all at the same time."

"I've been in wet clothes before and it didn't feel that way to me," I pondered out loud.

"Maybe it's because you weren't aroused."

I felt myself blush again.

When one is aroused many sensations are perceived differently. Pain becomes pleasurable and messy lights up every nerve in my body. When I bring myself to an orgasm I almost pass out."

Excited by the thought of you arousing me in a warm soapy bath I sighed, "How long have you been doing this?"

"I don't know exactly. I think I first realized this when I saw someone get hit in the face with a pie at a movie or on T.V. Even though I laughed I was surprised by how aroused it made me feel. The sight of the creamy topping and messy filling exploding across a person's face and hair and the thought of it running into their clothes against their skin caused me to tingle. It wasn't until much later that I tried it out for myself."

We both took a long thoughtful sip of our wine.

Reaching across the table I placed my hand on yours. "You are so brave. Thank you for trusting me with your secret." I could not keep the tears back.

You shrugged and said, "It just felt right to tell you. I don't know how but I knew you would be the one who..."

"Our waiter is coming", I interrupted while wiping my tears away.

Our waiter arrived at our table looked us both over and asked, "Do either of you beautiful women want desert?"

You asked coyly, "Sure what do you have to offer?"

"I have many things to offer but for desert", he smiled, "I have triple layer chocolate cake, cheese cake with a raspberry compote topping. I have pies in many-"

"Oh, I interrupted, "what kind of pies?" You flashed me quizzical look.

"I have French Silk, Banana Cream, Bavarian Blackberry, Turtle Sunday, Lemon Meringue, and Coconut Cream..."

"We will take two of each of those and we want them go." I blurted.

Looking somewhat confused the waiter muttered as he turned to go, "You must have big appetites. I would advise not eating them all in one sitting."

If he truly knew how big my appetite was right at that moment he might have blushed. Feeling a little shocked myself I turned back to look at you.

With your arms folded you looked at me slyly. "What are you doing? Do you know how much those pies are going to cost you?"

"Don't worry," I grinned, "it's on you -mostly."

To be continued---