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Written by Kristen
Thanksgiving 1894
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Written by Kristen
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By Jenny McClain (CaptJenny@worldnet.att.net)
November 22, 1894
Dear Husband,
As I sit and write in my journal, I can see your sleeping form. The flicking light of the lantern plays across your body the way your fingers played across my skin tonight. Dancing, caressing, always moving. I watch you sleep and thank God for sending you to me.
I know it is not lady like to think about sex and especially to enjoy making love to your husband. The ladies down at the hospital will sometimes talk about the Matrimonial burden@ and ways of dissuading their husbands from being amorous. If only they knew what you and I have? If only they could share with their husbands the joy I share with you.
Like tonight; it was the climax of a day of love. I loved it all. The preparations for Thanksgiving. The meal with you, the children and me. Cook outdid herself with the turkey dinner this year. Even little Anna and Adam got along well, today. It made my heart feel so good to see everyone enjoying themselves.
While watching you drink your port and smoke your pipe after dinner, I felt so in love with you. I wanted to make love to you right then and there. I could hardly wait to put the children to bed and for the servants to retire, so we could finally be alone together.
You are ever sensitive to my needs. You kissed and caressed me. Seductively, you slowly removed my clothes and your eyes told me you liked what you saw. Your hands on my skin brought forth, first a tingle then a glow and finally a wetness. The more aroused I became, the more I wanted you to be in me and, to feel you filling me completely with the fullness and hardness of your manhood.
Then you brought me to fulfillment with your mouth. (If the ladies knew about us doing that! They would certainly need the smelling salts because, they would all faint.) Before I could fully recover, you entered me. When you first penetrated me I felt so loving towards you and, I wanted to give myself to you completely. Sometimes, like tonight, when we are making love I wish I could pull you into me so that you would become one with me.
I loved the look on your face when you climaxed and spilled your seed into my womb. At that time, I would have given anything to be you, to feel what you feel. Just to know what it is like for you. I got up after you fell asleep to put this on paper. I wanted to write in my journal, my thoughts and feelings. I know when I return to our bed that you will put an arm over me and I will snuggle up close to your warmth. In your embrace, I will sleep securely and happily.
Your loving wife,
Jennife
By Jenny McClain (CaptJenny@worldnet.att.net)
November 22, 1894
Dear Husband,
As I sit and write in my journal, I can see your sleeping form. The flicking light of the lantern plays across your body the way your fingers played across my skin tonight. Dancing, caressing, always moving. I watch you sleep and thank God for sending you to me.
I know it is not lady like to think about sex and especially to enjoy making love to your husband. The ladies down at the hospital will sometimes talk about the Matrimonial burden@ and ways of dissuading their husbands from being amorous. If only they knew what you and I have? If only they could share with their husbands the joy I share with you.
Like tonight; it was the climax of a day of love. I loved it all. The preparations for Thanksgiving. The meal with you, the children and me. Cook outdid herself with the turkey dinner this year. Even little Anna and Adam got along well, today. It made my heart feel so good to see everyone enjoying themselves.
While watching you drink your port and smoke your pipe after dinner, I felt so in love with you. I wanted to make love to you right then and there. I could hardly wait to put the children to bed and for the servants to retire, so we could finally be alone together.
You are ever sensitive to my needs. You kissed and caressed me. Seductively, you slowly removed my clothes and your eyes told me you liked what you saw. Your hands on my skin brought forth, first a tingle then a glow and finally a wetness. The more aroused I became, the more I wanted you to be in me and, to feel you filling me completely with the fullness and hardness of your manhood.
Then you brought me to fulfillment with your mouth. (If the ladies knew about us doing that! They would certainly need the smelling salts because, they would all faint.) Before I could fully recover, you entered me. When you first penetrated me I felt so loving towards you and, I wanted to give myself to you completely. Sometimes, like tonight, when we are making love I wish I could pull you into me so that you would become one with me.
I loved the look on your face when you climaxed and spilled your seed into my womb. At that time, I would have given anything to be you, to feel what you feel. Just to know what it is like for you. I got up after you fell asleep to put this on paper. I wanted to write in my journal, my thoughts and feelings. I know when I return to our bed that you will put an arm over me and I will snuggle up close to your warmth. In your embrace, I will sleep securely and happily.
Your loving wife,
Jennife
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