Showing posts with label Letter/Correspondence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Letter/Correspondence. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
An Open Letter to Playboy Playmate Carrie Jean Yazel Steilen
Dear Carrie,
It was once a rare thing were an admirer could reach out to someone and actively communicate and engage with that person, but today, thanks to the internet and social media, it is now possible. There has been so much I wanted to tell you and so much I wanted to ask you about with regards to your experience posing for Playboy magazine and the life of a Playmate.
When you first appeared in the May 1991 issue of Playboy magazine, I moved into my first apartment. For the first time in my life, I was living alone and was enjoying the autonomy and freedom that went along with that. This was important for me because I finally had the privacy that I needed to get to know my body better and explore my sexuality. Along with many other Playboy Playmates, you played an important role in that exploration.
Before this, I had to act quickly and quietly to fulfill my curiosities and satisfy my urges. My explorations were also secret that I harbored. I never told anyone what I was doing and always felt guilty and ashamed of my actions. It wasn't until I started reading Playboy that I started to learn that what I was doing wasn't abnormal.
This brings me to you, Carrie. I saw you in the pages of the magazine and you were so beautiful. I quickly got aroused from your photos and was ready to explore all those feelings and desires I had. This time, there wasn't going to be a knock on the door or anyone to hide from. I could take my time to enjoy the sensations all over my body while I pleasured myself to your photos. I learned how to delay orgasm by touching myself just to the point of release, then slowing down to let the sensation die down before I tried again. It took 5 times before the feelings were too much for me to handle and I reached an incredible orgasm.
It was your Playmate video that took my explorations to the next level. After looking at pictures of Playmates, I was finally able to hear your voice and watch you move. You have such a sweet, sexy voice and it felt like you were talking to me, telling me about yourself as I once again enjoyed myself. One part of your video triggered new fantasies, new sensations in my body and mind. Six minutes into your video, you were dancing topless in the kitchen eating honey. When you used the honey dipper and brought it to your beautiful mouth with all that honey spilling onto your beautiful breasts, I couldn't hold back and reached a volcanic orgasm. It was that day that I discovered something new that turned me on: bukkake. To bless your beautiful body with my essence is an image that I constantly think about to this day.
Now in this age of the internet, I've searched all over for pictures of you. I've compiled and collected as many photos of you from your Playmate spread, photos from Playboy's newsstand specials like Playboy Lingerie, appearances at conventions like Glamourcon, and anything else of you that I can locate. I'll dim the lights and run slide shows of your pictures, leaving me hands free to touch and caress my body while I look at, admire and worship your beautiful images. I've even connected with other men online who has mutual admiration for Playboy Playmates and we have shared photos and fantasies about you while we simultaneously pleasure ourselves while looking at you. I wish you could see the smile on my face during my acts of self love. You provide me with so much joy over the years and you've always been part of my sex life. Without you, my sexual explorations would be very different than they currently are.
I wish I could meet you and show you what I do. You wouldn't have to remove your clothes or touch me. I would just want you to see me nude and watch me as I fondle my penis in your honor. I've looked at your beautiful, nude body for years. It's only fair and right that you can look at mine.
Carrie, I hope you're not upset or offended by my confession. I've always wanted to tell you these things and was never sure how to tell you. I want you to know that these experiences have brought me tremendous pleasure over the years and I always feel happy and blissful after them.
I would love to hear from you sometime and hope that you might read this and let me know what you think about what I told you.
You still look as beautiful as ever.
Love,
Brad
Saturday, December 27, 2014
An Open Letter to Deborah Reel from Agnes Scott College - Playboy's Women of Women's Colleges, April 1991
Dear Deborah,
"First impressions are the most lasting." The first impression you made on me has lasted over 20 years and to this day it is still a strong and powerful one.
I still remember the first time I saw you. The April 1991 issue of Playboy magazine arrived in my mailbox and took it along with the rest of my mail up to my apartment. I put the mail on the kitchen table, but unwrapped the magazine and took it to my bedroom to relax and flip through. On the cover I saw last month's Playmate Julie Clarke wearing rollerblades and she looked great. I opened the magazine and first flipped through the pictorals before going to the interview, 20 questions and the Playboy Advisor. I started with the Playmate of the Month and saw Christina Leardini. She's beautiful and sexy and I knew that I'd be spending the next month looking at her with my penis in my hand or mounting and humping my pillow, but I wanted to see who else was in the magazine.
I went to the next set of pictures mentioned on the cover: The Women of Women's Colleges.
I love college girls, especially the smart ones. I went through the 10 page spread looking at these beautiful and sexy women and admiring their beauty. Yes, Playboy got it right, and they saved the best for last. There you were on the final page: Deborah Reel, from Agnes Scott College.
My God, you were so beautiful and sexy. I loved your red hair both above and below, your sexy green eyes, and your amazing body. My penis got rock hard the moment I saw you and I knew that you were going to be the subject of my masturbatory fantasies that afternoon.
I went to the bathroom to get a clean towel and made my way back to my bed. After laying one of my pillows on the bed lengthwise and putting the towel on top of it, I unbuttoned my pants and pushed them down to my knees, giving my erection room to breathe. Needing more room to move, I slide my pants all the way down to my ankles as I pushed my shirt up. I placed the Playboy magazine just above one end of the pillow so I could look at you when I humped it, then mounted the pillow as if I had you underneath me in missionary position.
It felt so good to rub my erection against the pillow. I supported my upper body with my forearms as I gazed on that one picture of you Debroah as I thought about what it would feel like to have my body pressed against yours, to have my nipples pressed up against your beautiful breasts and to feel your soft pubic hair brushing alongside mine.
I couldn't take my eyes off of you and continued staring at the picture and into your beautiful green eyes as I continued rocking my pelvis against the pillow pretending it was you that I was inside of. I put all my lust, my love, my sexual frustration into each thrust, expressing my desire for you. I would then put my face in my pillow, kissing it pretending I was kissing you along your cheeks, then to your lips and chin, moving down to your neck and those beautiful breasts.
I could feel my orgasm build up and wasn't able to hold it. Oh God, Deborah, I was going to cum for you and cum hard. I was able to hold back long enough to grab the phone and call the 900 number in the article to vote for you as my favorite woman of the women's schools. When I had a chance to leave you a message is when I realized what I could do. I could leave you a message where you hear me cum to your picture.
Once I heard the beep I let it go and reached orgasm, moaning than screaming out your name in ecstasy. I was so loud that the entire building may have and at that moment in time I didn't care. It felt so good and it was so empowering to leave you a message that you may or may not have heard of me expressing my pleasure and joy.
Deborah, I still remember the first time I saw that one picture, and the first time you brought me to orgasm. There have been many many more and I wish I could tell you about. I've always wondered what happened to you after Playboy and what ever became of your life. Did you get married, have kids, have a successful career? Do your friends and family today know about the time when you posed for Playboy? I'd love to hear from you and hope that you might find this one day when you Google your name and respond to tell me.
I hope your are doing well and hope you find comfort and have a smile on your face knowing the impression that one photo of you in Playboy has had on me.
Yours always,
Brad
masturbationsuperstar@yahoo.com
"First impressions are the most lasting." The first impression you made on me has lasted over 20 years and to this day it is still a strong and powerful one.
I still remember the first time I saw you. The April 1991 issue of Playboy magazine arrived in my mailbox and took it along with the rest of my mail up to my apartment. I put the mail on the kitchen table, but unwrapped the magazine and took it to my bedroom to relax and flip through. On the cover I saw last month's Playmate Julie Clarke wearing rollerblades and she looked great. I opened the magazine and first flipped through the pictorals before going to the interview, 20 questions and the Playboy Advisor. I started with the Playmate of the Month and saw Christina Leardini. She's beautiful and sexy and I knew that I'd be spending the next month looking at her with my penis in my hand or mounting and humping my pillow, but I wanted to see who else was in the magazine.
I went to the next set of pictures mentioned on the cover: The Women of Women's Colleges.
I love college girls, especially the smart ones. I went through the 10 page spread looking at these beautiful and sexy women and admiring their beauty. Yes, Playboy got it right, and they saved the best for last. There you were on the final page: Deborah Reel, from Agnes Scott College.
My God, you were so beautiful and sexy. I loved your red hair both above and below, your sexy green eyes, and your amazing body. My penis got rock hard the moment I saw you and I knew that you were going to be the subject of my masturbatory fantasies that afternoon.
I went to the bathroom to get a clean towel and made my way back to my bed. After laying one of my pillows on the bed lengthwise and putting the towel on top of it, I unbuttoned my pants and pushed them down to my knees, giving my erection room to breathe. Needing more room to move, I slide my pants all the way down to my ankles as I pushed my shirt up. I placed the Playboy magazine just above one end of the pillow so I could look at you when I humped it, then mounted the pillow as if I had you underneath me in missionary position.
It felt so good to rub my erection against the pillow. I supported my upper body with my forearms as I gazed on that one picture of you Debroah as I thought about what it would feel like to have my body pressed against yours, to have my nipples pressed up against your beautiful breasts and to feel your soft pubic hair brushing alongside mine.
I couldn't take my eyes off of you and continued staring at the picture and into your beautiful green eyes as I continued rocking my pelvis against the pillow pretending it was you that I was inside of. I put all my lust, my love, my sexual frustration into each thrust, expressing my desire for you. I would then put my face in my pillow, kissing it pretending I was kissing you along your cheeks, then to your lips and chin, moving down to your neck and those beautiful breasts.
I could feel my orgasm build up and wasn't able to hold it. Oh God, Deborah, I was going to cum for you and cum hard. I was able to hold back long enough to grab the phone and call the 900 number in the article to vote for you as my favorite woman of the women's schools. When I had a chance to leave you a message is when I realized what I could do. I could leave you a message where you hear me cum to your picture.
Once I heard the beep I let it go and reached orgasm, moaning than screaming out your name in ecstasy. I was so loud that the entire building may have and at that moment in time I didn't care. It felt so good and it was so empowering to leave you a message that you may or may not have heard of me expressing my pleasure and joy.
Deborah, I still remember the first time I saw that one picture, and the first time you brought me to orgasm. There have been many many more and I wish I could tell you about. I've always wondered what happened to you after Playboy and what ever became of your life. Did you get married, have kids, have a successful career? Do your friends and family today know about the time when you posed for Playboy? I'd love to hear from you and hope that you might find this one day when you Google your name and respond to tell me.
I hope your are doing well and hope you find comfort and have a smile on your face knowing the impression that one photo of you in Playboy has had on me.
Yours always,
Brad
masturbationsuperstar@yahoo.com
Monday, December 22, 2014
An Open Letter to 1992 Penthouse Pet of the Month Anja Josefsen
Anja Josefsen is my all time favorite Penthouse Pet. In the past I have
emailed the folks at Penthouse asking how I could write to her and was
told that they had lost touch with her and don’t know of a way to
contact her.
Since Penthouse hasn’t kept in touch with her, I’d like to present this open letter to Anja Josefsen in hopes that she is out there, Googles herself and finds this.
An Open Letter to Anja Josefsen, Penthouse Pet of the Month December 1992
Dear Anja,
It has been years since you appeared in the pages of Penthouse magazine, but you have left a lasting impression on this reader. I remember the day I bought your magazine. As a subscriber to Playboy, I always had my monthly exposure to beautiful women posing in the nude and as a man had my supply of erotic imagery to stimulate my sexual fantasies and my masturbation sessions. This particular month was different. Although the beautiful Barbara Moore graced the pages of Playboy as Playmate of the Month that same month, I was looking for more erotic stimulation.
I walked into the newsstand and saw Penthouse on the shelf. Gennifer Flowers was on the cover, with an pictoral and interview where she talked about her affair with Bill Clinton. I already had the desire to buy the magazine, and Gennifer’s cover story was an added incentive to buy it. I took it to the counter to purchase and I was so nervous. What was the cashier going to think of my purchase? Would he judge me as a pervert who was going to be using this periodical for masturbatory purposes? Nothing happened, I made my purchase and took the magazine home.
When I got home I began going through the pages of the magazine, reading Gennifer’s tell all about Bill Clinton and admiring her pictures. Then I got to the Pet of the Month section and was taken by your beauty. My god, you are so sexy. My first impression was that you were a hotter, sexier version of Paulina Porizkova.
My first instinct was to get my pants down to my ankles. At that time of my life, I would masturbate with my clothes on. My shirt would be on and my pants would be just above my knees or at my ankles while I humped my pillow or stroked off in the bathroom. It was always a safeguard against being interrupted or caught. I would have access to my clothes and be able to quickly get dressed if needed. This particular day that wasn’t going to happen. I stripped down naked for you and neatly put my clothes in a pile next to me. I wasn’t going to hump my pillow or jerk off in the bathroom either. I got comfortable in the room just inside the door of my apartment, positioning myself on the floor, leaning against the wall and opening my legs spread eagle exactly like one of your photos in the spread.
I positioned the magazine to my left outside of my legs to avoid hitting it. You see, speaking of Paulina Porizkova, I had made the mistake of positioning a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit issue looking at the picture of Paulina and Kim Alexis between my legs and the strength of my ejaculation landed in the magazine, giving Kim a facial and Paulina a pearl necklace. I had to dispose of that magazine and didn’t want to have that happen again.
I wrapped my hand around my very erect and throbbing penis and started softly and slowly stroking myself. I was rock hard long before I got my clothes off from looking at you. It felt so good. I would look into your eyes and not be able to take mine off you. I took my sweet time masturbating to your pictures, spending extending periods of 10, 15, 20 minutes gazing at one page. My excitement would build up and I would slow down and back off just so I could enjoy that sensation in my penis without climaxing. The precum arrived pretty quickly and I massaged it in creating a lubricant for my penis. When I’m lubricated, I have the courage to explore closer to the head. You see Anja, I never touch the head of my penis since it is so sensitive. But when I’m lubed, I can touch that one spot just underneath the head and it is a heavenly situation. Having you look at me while I’m experiencing such pleasure was fantastic. I don’t mean to brag. Maybe I do. But I can self confidently tell you that I spent two hours masturbating to your magazine that day and when I finally decided to let go and orgasm, it was one of the most intense and incredible feelings I had during self love at that point of my life.
It was amazing and created a special place in my fantasy life for you. I have masturbated to your magazine countless times, wondering what you would think if you knew and how you might react if you did or if you saw me.
You also played a role in one of the more embarrassing masturbatory experiences I have had. Years later, during one of my sessions looking at you and fantasizing about doing the most wonderful things to your body, I had the rather awkward and embarrassing experience of being caught in the act. I remember that day well too. It was MLK Day and I had the day off from work. I felt horny that particular morning and since I didn’t have to go into work, I decided to satisfy my morning erection with some self pleasure. I took your magazine out and put on Shania Twain’s “Come On Over” CD to set the mood. I once again assumed the spread eagled position for you and began my session. About 10 minutes into my session, Janice, my apartment manager walked into my bedroom and saw me on the bed in this very private moment and let out a startled yelp. Janice said “Oh my God. I’m so sorry.” and ran out of my apartment. She had called later to apologize for what happened and explained to me that a message she got for a maintenance request was wrong. Whoever took the message wrote the wrong unit down. The request came from apartment 240, not my apartment, 214. The interruption killed the mood and the embarrassment brought my arousal down. After Janice called to apologize, you once again got me in the mood and I was able to stroke to orgasm.
Anja, I’ve wanted to tell you for years that I think you are without a doubt the most beautiful and sexiest woman to ever grace the pages of Penthouse magazine. I’ve also wanted to tell you for years that your magazine and your beautiful image has aroused and brought me to orgasm so many times. Society’s norms have always made it inappropriate and socially unacceptable to openly express one’s sexual desires and masturbatory fantasies, but this blog has provided me with a safe and anonymous way of expressing those feelings.
I hope that you find this letter, and that it finds you well. I also hope that should you find this and read, that you’d be so kind as to respond or send me an email (masturbationsuperstar@yahoo.com) to tell me how you are, what you’ve been up to, if you ever married and/or had kids and how your life has been since you posed for Penthouse. I’ve always wondered and would love to hear from you to find out.
Yours always,
Brad Hamilton
Since Penthouse hasn’t kept in touch with her, I’d like to present this open letter to Anja Josefsen in hopes that she is out there, Googles herself and finds this.
An Open Letter to Anja Josefsen, Penthouse Pet of the Month December 1992
Dear Anja,
It has been years since you appeared in the pages of Penthouse magazine, but you have left a lasting impression on this reader. I remember the day I bought your magazine. As a subscriber to Playboy, I always had my monthly exposure to beautiful women posing in the nude and as a man had my supply of erotic imagery to stimulate my sexual fantasies and my masturbation sessions. This particular month was different. Although the beautiful Barbara Moore graced the pages of Playboy as Playmate of the Month that same month, I was looking for more erotic stimulation.
I walked into the newsstand and saw Penthouse on the shelf. Gennifer Flowers was on the cover, with an pictoral and interview where she talked about her affair with Bill Clinton. I already had the desire to buy the magazine, and Gennifer’s cover story was an added incentive to buy it. I took it to the counter to purchase and I was so nervous. What was the cashier going to think of my purchase? Would he judge me as a pervert who was going to be using this periodical for masturbatory purposes? Nothing happened, I made my purchase and took the magazine home.
When I got home I began going through the pages of the magazine, reading Gennifer’s tell all about Bill Clinton and admiring her pictures. Then I got to the Pet of the Month section and was taken by your beauty. My god, you are so sexy. My first impression was that you were a hotter, sexier version of Paulina Porizkova.
My first instinct was to get my pants down to my ankles. At that time of my life, I would masturbate with my clothes on. My shirt would be on and my pants would be just above my knees or at my ankles while I humped my pillow or stroked off in the bathroom. It was always a safeguard against being interrupted or caught. I would have access to my clothes and be able to quickly get dressed if needed. This particular day that wasn’t going to happen. I stripped down naked for you and neatly put my clothes in a pile next to me. I wasn’t going to hump my pillow or jerk off in the bathroom either. I got comfortable in the room just inside the door of my apartment, positioning myself on the floor, leaning against the wall and opening my legs spread eagle exactly like one of your photos in the spread.
I positioned the magazine to my left outside of my legs to avoid hitting it. You see, speaking of Paulina Porizkova, I had made the mistake of positioning a Sports Illustrated Swimsuit issue looking at the picture of Paulina and Kim Alexis between my legs and the strength of my ejaculation landed in the magazine, giving Kim a facial and Paulina a pearl necklace. I had to dispose of that magazine and didn’t want to have that happen again.
I wrapped my hand around my very erect and throbbing penis and started softly and slowly stroking myself. I was rock hard long before I got my clothes off from looking at you. It felt so good. I would look into your eyes and not be able to take mine off you. I took my sweet time masturbating to your pictures, spending extending periods of 10, 15, 20 minutes gazing at one page. My excitement would build up and I would slow down and back off just so I could enjoy that sensation in my penis without climaxing. The precum arrived pretty quickly and I massaged it in creating a lubricant for my penis. When I’m lubricated, I have the courage to explore closer to the head. You see Anja, I never touch the head of my penis since it is so sensitive. But when I’m lubed, I can touch that one spot just underneath the head and it is a heavenly situation. Having you look at me while I’m experiencing such pleasure was fantastic. I don’t mean to brag. Maybe I do. But I can self confidently tell you that I spent two hours masturbating to your magazine that day and when I finally decided to let go and orgasm, it was one of the most intense and incredible feelings I had during self love at that point of my life.
It was amazing and created a special place in my fantasy life for you. I have masturbated to your magazine countless times, wondering what you would think if you knew and how you might react if you did or if you saw me.
You also played a role in one of the more embarrassing masturbatory experiences I have had. Years later, during one of my sessions looking at you and fantasizing about doing the most wonderful things to your body, I had the rather awkward and embarrassing experience of being caught in the act. I remember that day well too. It was MLK Day and I had the day off from work. I felt horny that particular morning and since I didn’t have to go into work, I decided to satisfy my morning erection with some self pleasure. I took your magazine out and put on Shania Twain’s “Come On Over” CD to set the mood. I once again assumed the spread eagled position for you and began my session. About 10 minutes into my session, Janice, my apartment manager walked into my bedroom and saw me on the bed in this very private moment and let out a startled yelp. Janice said “Oh my God. I’m so sorry.” and ran out of my apartment. She had called later to apologize for what happened and explained to me that a message she got for a maintenance request was wrong. Whoever took the message wrote the wrong unit down. The request came from apartment 240, not my apartment, 214. The interruption killed the mood and the embarrassment brought my arousal down. After Janice called to apologize, you once again got me in the mood and I was able to stroke to orgasm.
Anja, I’ve wanted to tell you for years that I think you are without a doubt the most beautiful and sexiest woman to ever grace the pages of Penthouse magazine. I’ve also wanted to tell you for years that your magazine and your beautiful image has aroused and brought me to orgasm so many times. Society’s norms have always made it inappropriate and socially unacceptable to openly express one’s sexual desires and masturbatory fantasies, but this blog has provided me with a safe and anonymous way of expressing those feelings.
I hope that you find this letter, and that it finds you well. I also hope that should you find this and read, that you’d be so kind as to respond or send me an email (masturbationsuperstar@yahoo.com) to tell me how you are, what you’ve been up to, if you ever married and/or had kids and how your life has been since you posed for Penthouse. I’ve always wondered and would love to hear from you to find out.
Yours always,
Brad Hamilton
Saturday, December 20, 2014
Confession to Laker Girl Shelbie Kovach
Dear Shelbie,
You have been a wonderful addition to my roster of girls that I fantasize about when I masturbate.
The Laker Girls are my favorite cheerleading squad and love watching the show on Time Warner Cable SportsNet to see all of you as you audition for a spot on the squad and get my first glimpses of the girls that I'll be seeing on the sidelines and on the court during the season.
I always look forward to that day when the squad is selected and I finally get to see all of you beautiful ladies on the website. I go through the pictures looking for those one, two, or maybe three girls that catch my eye. I have a particular type and when I see my type, I just love looking at the pictures while I sit nude in front of my computer with a Fleshlight, a bottle of KY, and a box of Kleenex. Other times, I'll have the show on while I'm sitting nude in front of my television enjoying the view and appreciating the beauty, grace and sex appeal of all you girls.
I first noticed you earlier this year when you were doing an appearance at Carl's Jr. as part of the Lunchtime with the Laker Girls promotion. You looked sexy wearing your Laker Girl/Carl's Jr. uniform and I couldn't take my eyes off you. I usually show up for one or two of the events, but never approach any of you girls. I am really just a shy guy and wouldn't know what to say to you or embarrass myself due to the sheer excitement of being around you, feeling your hand on my hip and smelling your perfume while you pose for pictures.
While you signed autographs and took pictures, I took a few with my phone and stroked myself to those and the other pictures of you that I found online when I got home later that afternoon. I found photos from your days as a cheerleader at Arizona State University when you were Sports Illustrated's Cheerleader of the Week on their website. You looked gorgeous in those photos and I imagined you looking into my eyes and checking out my nude body and my fully erect penis while I stroked it in your honor.
I remember how good it felt to have my cock in my hand, slowly and gently stroking myself while I thought about you and all the wonderful sexual scenarios I imagined us engaged in. You were into what we were doing as I was and the enjoyment you were experiencing in my fantasy only fueled my desire and excitement as all those pleasurable feeling and sensations ran throughout my entire body.
When the time finally arrived for my orgasm, I imagined you softly and sweetly encouraging me to let go of all of my inhibitions and to let the feeling flow through my body. It was a wonderful and intense experience when I had a full body orgasm while I ejaculated for you.
I saw your recent appearance on KTLA's Morning Show with several other Laker Girls performing and you once again looked fantastic. This time, I was able to get comfortable and naked in front of my tv while I fondled myself as I watched you and your fellow Laker Girls perform.
Watching you dance felt like you were performing for me, that you were entertaining me and encouraging me to stroke myself during your performance. Being naked I was able to play with my nipples and really get into my self love. Nobody was around and I wasn't going to get interrupted by anyone while I pleasured myself, leaving me withal the time in the world to rewind my DVR and enjoy your performance over and over, giving me more time to jack and edge and built up to that moment before holding back.
Feeling that wonderful sensation build up in my penis was too much and I shot a nice thick creamy load for you as I released over an hour of built up tension from not allowing myself to cum too fast. I love tease and denial and how holding off creates a more intense and powerful orgasm. It felt amazing and left me with a huge smile on my face and a very blissful mood.
Shelbie, you are a beautiful and sexy young woman, and provides me with a much needed and welcome release when I look at you. I only wish you could see the pleasure that you provide for me.
Love,
Brad
You have been a wonderful addition to my roster of girls that I fantasize about when I masturbate.
The Laker Girls are my favorite cheerleading squad and love watching the show on Time Warner Cable SportsNet to see all of you as you audition for a spot on the squad and get my first glimpses of the girls that I'll be seeing on the sidelines and on the court during the season.
I always look forward to that day when the squad is selected and I finally get to see all of you beautiful ladies on the website. I go through the pictures looking for those one, two, or maybe three girls that catch my eye. I have a particular type and when I see my type, I just love looking at the pictures while I sit nude in front of my computer with a Fleshlight, a bottle of KY, and a box of Kleenex. Other times, I'll have the show on while I'm sitting nude in front of my television enjoying the view and appreciating the beauty, grace and sex appeal of all you girls.
I first noticed you earlier this year when you were doing an appearance at Carl's Jr. as part of the Lunchtime with the Laker Girls promotion. You looked sexy wearing your Laker Girl/Carl's Jr. uniform and I couldn't take my eyes off you. I usually show up for one or two of the events, but never approach any of you girls. I am really just a shy guy and wouldn't know what to say to you or embarrass myself due to the sheer excitement of being around you, feeling your hand on my hip and smelling your perfume while you pose for pictures.
While you signed autographs and took pictures, I took a few with my phone and stroked myself to those and the other pictures of you that I found online when I got home later that afternoon. I found photos from your days as a cheerleader at Arizona State University when you were Sports Illustrated's Cheerleader of the Week on their website. You looked gorgeous in those photos and I imagined you looking into my eyes and checking out my nude body and my fully erect penis while I stroked it in your honor.
I remember how good it felt to have my cock in my hand, slowly and gently stroking myself while I thought about you and all the wonderful sexual scenarios I imagined us engaged in. You were into what we were doing as I was and the enjoyment you were experiencing in my fantasy only fueled my desire and excitement as all those pleasurable feeling and sensations ran throughout my entire body.
When the time finally arrived for my orgasm, I imagined you softly and sweetly encouraging me to let go of all of my inhibitions and to let the feeling flow through my body. It was a wonderful and intense experience when I had a full body orgasm while I ejaculated for you.
I saw your recent appearance on KTLA's Morning Show with several other Laker Girls performing and you once again looked fantastic. This time, I was able to get comfortable and naked in front of my tv while I fondled myself as I watched you and your fellow Laker Girls perform.
Watching you dance felt like you were performing for me, that you were entertaining me and encouraging me to stroke myself during your performance. Being naked I was able to play with my nipples and really get into my self love. Nobody was around and I wasn't going to get interrupted by anyone while I pleasured myself, leaving me withal the time in the world to rewind my DVR and enjoy your performance over and over, giving me more time to jack and edge and built up to that moment before holding back.
Feeling that wonderful sensation build up in my penis was too much and I shot a nice thick creamy load for you as I released over an hour of built up tension from not allowing myself to cum too fast. I love tease and denial and how holding off creates a more intense and powerful orgasm. It felt amazing and left me with a huge smile on my face and a very blissful mood.
Shelbie, you are a beautiful and sexy young woman, and provides me with a much needed and welcome release when I look at you. I only wish you could see the pleasure that you provide for me.
Love,
Brad
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