Letter from Mr. Smith- Part 1

By Alex Palange

“Letter from Mr. Smith " is a steamy book filled with romance but it is not a traditional love story. The book is about passion, temptation, and one woman's sexual awakening. She was a dreamer with a boring everyday routine and no luck in her relationships, until the day she accidentally receives a “dirty” letter from Mr. Smith. After she replies to this letter and agrees to attend a mysterious party at his residence, her unearthly adventure begins. It is a journey filled with firsts. She is led by the gentle and loving touch of another woman into the tantalizing world of BDSM where the mysterious Mr. Smith waits to give her unbelievable pleasure.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alex Palange
• Release date: May 4, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370304554

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LETTER FROM MR. SMITH

PART 1

Author Alex Palange

Editor H. E. Olsoe

May 2018

Special thank you note:

Many tanks to H. E. OLSOE - Editor

H. E. Olsoe is an English literature student. By late at night she is an aspiring American author and editor. You can follow her on twitter @H_E_Olsoe

It is a pleasure to have you on the team.

Many tanks to Paul Seddon – Cover Page photographer

Copyright © 2017 by Alex Palange. All rights reserved.

This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review or scholarly journal

this book is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to the actual person, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

The following tory contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situation. It is intended for mature readers.

All characters are 18+ years of age and all sexual acts are consensual

Author website:

http://thesensualgamespar.wix.com/alex-p

Contents

Special thank you note:

Copyright © 2017 by Alex Palange. All rights reserved

Chapter 1: Letter from Mr. Smith

Chapter 2 - Mr. Smith’s Residence

Chapter 3 -Mr. Smith

Chapter 4 - The mysterious lover

Chapter 5 - Letter from Mrs. Simith. Yes, that is right Mr. Simith, not Mr. Smith

Chapter 1: Letter from Mr. Smith

It was a long, boring day at work. The weather outside was gorgeous but I was stuck inside, because I had to attend a few very long meetings. Around lunchtime, I managed to slip away for a few minutes. I went outside, sat on one of the lunch tables on the back side of the building, and turned on my tablet to check my personal emails. There was nothing interesting, just a few e-mails from my bank, few advertisers, and an email from someone named Mr. Smith. I didn’t read any of them. Instead, I turned off my tablet then went back to my desk. After a few hours, however, I couldn’t quit thinking about the e-mail from Mr. Smith. I didn’t know anyone by that name and that e-mail peeked my interest not only because of the name but because the subject line only contained a smiley face. An hour before the final part of my work day, at a moment when nobody was close to me, I couldn’t stand it any longer. I tore open my purse and withdrew my tablet and opened that e-mail. The e-mail consisted of only one sentence:

All I thought of when I saw that picture of your sexy ass was: sticking my tongue in your tiny asshole while forcing as many fingers in that sweet pussy as possible.... :)

What I had read caused a warm sensation to wash over my face. I knew I had turned a bright shade of red. I turned off my tablet immediately. The first thought that entered my mind was, "…. Wow… clearly, this is a misunderstanding. This email is not for me. I will never send a picture of my ass to anyone by e-mail. That is ridiculous, who would actually do that? And who would actually have that conversation by e-mail…", but somehow, what I had read had aroused me. My imagination began to play hard. The fantasy of a lover ran through my mind. It was a lover with a muscular physique that radiated just the correct measure of desirability. The thought gave me a raising heartbeat and I felt a wetness accumulate