My Dear John

Once upon a time… I guess this started out as a fairytale so may as well begin with ‘once upon a time’.

There was a broken woman and there was a broken man. Each hurt, sad and damaged, feeling like they were missing a part of themselves. And when they meet Sparks flew. 💥

From the moment he opened the Taxi door to help her out and into his strong arms, until weeks later when they sadly embraced to say goodbye, it was her fairytale. Albeit a sad one with no happy ending, but for awhile it was everything she ever wanted, everything she ever dreamed of and it was just a moment but it left magic in heart that would never vanish. ✨

Yes it was love but love is not always perfect or beautiful, sometimes it hurts or it fades and more often than not somebody gets hurt because of it but they had so much more than just Love, they had connection, intimacy and dreams of a life they would share together.

Sexually, they had Fire, an intensity of heat between them that scorch them, leaving marks on their souls forever. Their attraction was undeniable, his touch drove her wild and her touch soothed his raging beast.

When they came together it was magic. His hand fit hers as if they were cast in the same mould. Their Bodies fit together like pieces of a puzzle 🧩 each one incomplete without the other. When they touched the first time she knew she was lost and never wanted to be found again.

His huge strong hands held her and touched her as if she was the most delicate of flowers and he was scared to crush her with his strength . But she loves his hands, they were brutish, stronger than any men should be, yet so gentle on her flesh. They discovered places on and in her body she hadn’t even known existed until he touched them. So powerful, so soft, capable of destruction and yet they healed a part of her soul she thought long gone.

His body, strong and tall with just the right amount of softness to give comfort to her when he embraced her always felt like it was made for her enjoyment. Every hollow carved to fit her shape.

Sleeping every night, wrapped in his arms felt like home. Something she never knew, she always wanted.

Her body was his toy and he would play with her and give her joy and pleasure she had never known before. He taught her about herself, showing her how fragile she was, how compliant, how eager for his touch, his lips, his fingers, his cock. His knowledge of the female body was impressive and immense. His massive hands, trailed down her body, teased and tortured her for hours making her beg for him to stop and he wouldn’t until he was done with her.

She wake up in the morning to find her body already half way to orgasm as he guided her there while she slept, using his fingers and mouth when she most vulnerable and led her to new and exciting and previously undiscovered heights.

Their love and passion for each other was visible to all around them. They struggled to keep their hands off each other and laughed like teenagers in love.

One night after the crowds left and things were quiet, she danced around his restaurant, swaying slowly to the music and dreaming about the ‘Maybe’s’ of their future.

She didn’t want the fairytale to end but all good things end it can’t last forever but that night she wanted to stay there in that moment, surrounded by twinkling fairy lights, cooing night birds, soft music and the smells of good food cooked on an open fire. She walked over to him and pulled him up and he wrapped his strong arms around her and swayed with her and she laid her head on his chest and heard that strong beat pounding inside him. Her own heart kept time as they swayed together. She had never slow danced with anyone before and she was so happy he was her first. Although maybe calling it dancing was being generous, they swayed into each other. He bent down and kissed her softly before whispering “I love you, you’re mine” and it was all she wanted to be.

They went home and spent hours making love, touching, scratching, moaning into each other mouths, finding their pleasure. He was an amazing lover and she felt things with him she knew she would never feel without anyone else ever again. She felt safe, desired and sexy.

Nothing makes a woman feel more confident sexually than a man who lets her know they desire her, find her beautiful and loves her body. Especially the parts we hate and are insecure about.

He made her feel like she was a goddess and allowed her to let go of her inhibitions and fears. She no longer cared that her thighs were too thick or her hips were too wide. She didn’t mind that her breasts were no longer perfect and stretchmarks showed white through her tan. She didn’t even think about her tummy, her most despised body part because he made every inch of her feel worthy, beautiful and sexy to him, even the parts she hated.

She hated her pussy. A snide comment from an ex lover it made her feel like it and she was ugly, John revelled in her womanhood. Loved her pussy and made her love it too. She had always worried about her smell and taste and was always conscious of it. He made her feel comfortable so that all her walls came down. Her smell, her taste, her wetness was what he craved hungrily and he was sure to let her know that it mattered not if it was right after a shower or after the long day of work he desired her and wanted to taste, touch, smell and enjoy every inch of her.

He showed her how she was meant to be loved, lessons she would carry with her for a lifetime.

They shared their passion, their kinks, their fantasies and by all accounts and means they were perfect for each other.

They were together a little less than a month, it was a month that changed her world, changed her.

And while this fairytale may not have a “ they lived happily ever after” ending, it was a story that needed telling so thank you for reading my story . ☺️

It was just a moment in a long life, but it was a moment I will never forget. He is a man I will never forget.

A once in a lifetime moment with My John. There’s a place in my heart that will always be yours ❤️‍🩹