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Third and maybe not so final set. New additions in Love Letters IV

Unaware

The sun rises too early on this day. Your weary slave blinks back dreams and pulls herself from her mat reluctantly. Yesterday was filled with much lifting and carrying as the household was rearranged and cleaned from top to bottom. Curled fist rubs tired eyes much like a child would do. A glance to the couch shows Mistress is still sleeping. Stretching awakens slightly sore muscles and the girl knows her Mistress is probably just as tired as she is. Both women worked long into the night before falling into their respective sleeping spots and deep slumbers.

Now the sun is warming the air rapidly and the day is insisting on starting despite the wishes of a mere slave. Another long, luxurious stretch.... hands reaching high over head, torso pulled taut, breasts rising higher as she draws in her breath and rises up on tiptoes, holding... holding... holding... then releasing the breath and the tension in her muscles. She lowers her hands and gently strokes from temples to shoulders, down soft curves, bending to glide her fingertips all the way down to well-turned ankles. Rising again she runs her fingers through her long tresses to smooth them back and pads across the floor to the chest where her silks lay.

A slight sound from Mistress' couch alerts the girl that her beloved awakened while she was stretching and was watching her silently. Her flesh tingles as she pretends not to notice and reaches for her sheer piece of silk. Each movement a little more slow and sensuous as she slips the fabric over her head and ties the knot at her shoulder. The slave stays with her back to her Mistress as she fusses with the drape of her garment, turning her face to her left shoulder so that her profile reveals the blush on her cheeks as she lifts her hair up off her neck only to let it flow through her fingers and cascade down her back again. Her movements a soft delicate dance for her Mistress pleasure. She turns her head to the right and runs her hand down the back of her thigh over the fading switch marks. Oh.... she pretends to find a welt that needs closer examination and lifts the hem of her silk to reveal the creamy roundness of her hip. Her fingers search over the expanse of flesh, touching delicately. The she-sleen turns; still 'unaware' she's being watched. Long fingers slide down over taut nipples to belly, and to upper thighs. What is this? Does she find some blemish or bruise that needs to be seen more closely? Quickly, she pulls the dazzling white fabric up, revealing nicely rounded belly as she finds nothing but the soft silken flesh and sweetly curved waist. No marks there.... She drops the silk again as her lips curve into a smile.

Bright eyes full of love and sauciness lift to see Mistress' steamy look. Your tasta rushes to your side to kneel, her thighs parting widely before she bends to press her forehead to the tiles. Her voice soft and sweet with husky undertones as she murmurs, "Good Morning Mistress! If it pleases... this she-urt will bring blackwine immediately!"

Missing You

As the morning light filters in through the window, your devoted slave opens her eyes. The nights have been busy and neither of us has spoken much. Upon bended knee, your slave crawls around the side of your couch to renew her devotion by kissing exposed toes and fingers. Every breath takes in the light scent you wear and brings warm loving thoughts. Tenderness floods through slave heart and warms slave belly. Loving eyes caress your features. The curve of your cheek, the shape of your mouth that so often takes mine, dark lashes resting now upon your cheek, the line of your brows that arch so delicately when you are displeased.... Gentle fingers reach out and hover at your temple, a touch would waken you and your love slave wants you to enjoy your slumbers. The hand is slowly withdrawn, fingers curl in, and hands fold for a moment upon silken thighs. A single tear wells up and trickles down, only to be quickly brushed away. It would not do for Mistress to awaken and see a tear and for an ihn think her girl is unhappy. A heart so full of love spills over in strange ways. lissa chides herself silently for lingering over long from her morning chores.

Quietly she slips back again and rises to pad about the house naked as she prepares for the new day. Blackwine is set over the fire in the hearth and a few sticks are added till the flames lick at the rounded bottom of the kettle. This is a day for business so lissa lays out robes suitable for travel through the city. Each garment is inspected closely to ensure no missing ties or frayed hems. Slippers to match are set close by and veils folded with care are draped and ready for donning.

A tray is prepared in the small servery and carried to the low table near the sleeping couch. A plate of sa-tarna toast with fresh bosk butter and a small bowl of honey rest beside a steaming mug of blackwine. This time the slave grows bolder and leans close to kiss your cheek. She nuzzles your neck and plants a kiss to the well of your throat. Your eyes flutter open and a smile curves your lips. lissa whispers a soft morning greeting and captures your hand to kiss each fingertip, one by one as her eyes gaze at you lustfully. Your day starts early so you withdraw your hand from her grasp and caress her cheek then reach for the blackwine. lissa remains kneeling close by, her posture and coloring showing passions awakened. Your eyes rove over your property possessively but there is no time this morning to let your slave have her way. A girl needs to know that every time she begs will not be rewarded with her desires being met. You pat her burning cheek and sigh happily.