When bella_ posted that she wished someone would send her and email like the one I write in the entry “What I Want”, I am not sure she meant this, but, what the heck:

Il mio desiderio segreto,

I have witnessed you here in Palermo since I arrived, and you have been the object of my desire daily as I view you worshipping the sun. Each day at three as you catch the rays of old Sol from your balcony at the Centrale Palace Hotel, I marvel at your European grace and elegance. Your lovely skin, so tanned, so firm, is finer than any ancient fresco or statue to be found anywhere in Sicily. You are grace incarnate as you emerge in you ivory wrap, and then glorious as you peel it off to take you place on the divan to absorb the warmth of the sun and breezes from the Med. You have become the Goddess I want to worship in this ancient land.

As the breezes caress your body and your skin tightens in response it creates emotions within me that I can not describe. To see your lovely breasts and nipples react is an object of my fascination that I know that in ten lifetimes I will not be able to forget your elegance. For with each gentle wisp of air I know that I want you, and I do not even know you name.

But I write this as my tour of Sicily is about to close and I only have but one additional evening here and then I will be gone. Gone, but I will have the memories of your incredible form to take with me and carry forever. But what I wouldn’t give to have a clandestine tryst with you. To spend a night in your arms and you in mine in this land of beauty and romance would quite simply fulfill my life.

So I take a bold step in writing this message and will leave it with the Centrale Palace Hotel manager in hopes that you will find what is next enticing and spontaneous.

If you wish to have a secret affair, I have enabled you to let me know. I have left a bouquet of white carnations within your suite, and should you desire this secret encounter, place the flowers upon the balcony and I will know. In the evening before you take to your bed be sure the door to your room is not locked and I will come in on an evening breeze.

For your consideration, I am 189cm, 86kg, dark brown hair, green eyes, swarthy of skin and well muscled. I have a thin mustache and nicely trimmed goatee. I am also smooth of skin and well trimmed in all the correct places. I am an incredibly tactile person and adept with hands, tongue, and tool. You do not know me, but it is all true. I cannot lie, not to you. Be not afraid, for there is not a chance that I will harm you. How could I? I would be harming a gift this world cherishes and it would be a crime, literally and poetically.

I will bring with me a bottle of Nerello Mascalese to share in our adventure. Nerello Mascalese being one of the finest I have tasted here, and I want to savory it’s flavor off your body. But I am getting ahead of myself.

I will enter your room, setting the things I brought down quietly. I will then don a thin tunic and enter your chamber and you should not stir. Again, be not afraid as you feel someone kissing and licking your toes and slowly moving up you feet and legs, for it will be me, here to worship your entire body. Do not stir, do not cry out or the magic of the moment may be broken.

I will spend a lot of time moving up your body, worshipping every square centimeter, embracing each with a kiss, lick or message. And as I move up to your holy temple I will bypass it, for now is not time for heavenly worship, but rather the worship of your complete mortal form. And up I will move, adoring your back and sides, and your perfect breasts. You must be a goddess, for you are perfect of form and your breasts the sacred vessels that would figuratively nourish any one who would suckle upon them. And I will suckle them, slowly, deeply and with great deliberation until it is time to pay homage to your shoulders, the gates to you femininity. I hope by now you are aroused, for I surely will be. But I must not rush, for rushing would speed the hour that we must part, and I want to savor every second of this liaison.

From there the gentle flesh of your neck is exposed and I will gain access to it moving behind you. I will lift your lush tresses away and rape your nape with such passion and abandon that our senses will charge and be set on fire. All the while running my finger through your hair and finally our lip will meet. Your supple lips will meet mine and we will be lost in each other as our greedy tongues probe each other, feeling your teeth, feeling my tongue, licking your lips, nose and eyebrows sensually. Just to feel your cheek on mine will transport me, and all the more because our arms and legs are intertwined and we are closer than two can be without completing our union.

At this point I will leave you to your desires. I will allow you to explore me as you want, not holding anything back but for the climax that still must wait. Anything, you may do anything as long as it does not force me to completion for the first time. After all, I have been careful not to make you experience a satisfaction yet, and I want to save it for a time.

But now our desire and thirst for each other is becoming unmanageable, we must stop to offer the sacramental wine that I have brought. I pour a goblet of the fine Nerello Mascalese and hold it to your lips and you drink deeply. You take the cup from me and offer me a taste of this ambrosia and I imbibe large and well. The cup empty I let it drop to the floor and heft the half full wine bottle. I slowly lay you back and pour quenching drops all over you, sanctifying your body. I then slowly lap up the fine grape, licking you all over, savoring your fine flavor along with the wine. It is heady and dreamy.

The next step of the ritual calls for you doing similar to me, paying special attention to my manhood, for it is about to enter you holiness and you must approve of the tool before it can enter you. You drench me with the wine and sip it off me. Finally you soak my cox with it as well. You cleanse it and below with your sweet mouth. By now we are both intoxicate by the wine and our bodies, just the right frame of mind for the final union.

As nature proscribes, I turn you on you hands and knees and slowly take you from behind. I slowly thrust my tool deep with you, and your juices are copious and rich, smoothing the way. I am harder than I have ever been before, and harder than I may ever be again, you have done this to me. And again I thrust, an arm around your waist and a hand on your black mane, forcing the contact ever harder. And for you, you feel it deep and also rubbing the secret spot within your inner chamber. It is an all over feeling as my prick moves in and out, deeper and deeper, harder and harder. It has to be hard, but not fast, so we may enjoy every sweet contact. And as your body tenses and we meet the elder gods in person, for we are transformed by the rush of heaven over our souls and it is good. Like the first time kissed by another, this will be memorable and cherished and savored for all our days.

And then it is all over and I will slowly slip away, you will never see me again, but we will have this, our night in Palermo.

- Your Secret Lover

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