Dear Lucifer,
I know it's only been four days, but I miss you. I can't use the mirror to call or write about where I am or regarding the people here because of security measures.
I've been dreaming about you every night, and I'm just about barmy. I'm allowed to touch myself, aren't I? I can't go weeks without coming.
I doubt I'm going to make it even one more day.
My dreams are getting more graphic with every passing night.
I've been busy cleaning and that reminds me, I got a new pair of knickers to wear when I see you.
They're not black, but I think you'll enjoy them anyway.
Are you still at Lux, or have you gone somewhere else? God, I miss you so much.
There's no one to smirk at me over my eggs in the morning. The marks on my neck are starting to fade.
My bum still looks pretty decent though.
I check it about four or five times a day just to make sure I haven't imagined it all.
I've been wearing my plug every night.
I thought I was going to come last night when I put it in. Maybe that's why my dreams are so vivd—I'm falling asleep with my knickers drenched.
Please say I can come. My bed is so lonely without you.
Yours,
HG
xxxx
Hermione,
You are not a child. If you want to have an orgasm, then do so.
I never expected you to keep your hands out of your knickers while we were apart.
In fact, I want you to come every night when you put in your plug.
If you'd like to make me very happy, you'll edge yourself five times before you climax.
I hope you do your own laundry; your knickers should be in quite a state.
I am at Lux, got so much in store for you, pet.
I look forward to seeing your new knickers and have something to show you as well.
Actually, several things. I hope your backside is healed by the time I see you.
It would be nice to start on a clean slate. You don't need to sit for anything in the near future, do you?
— L
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Dear Lucifer,
I got your response after long hours opposite to instant response from school or my residence, I think maybe charms here are delaying it.
(Well, an hour ago.) I've been re-reading it and coming ever since.
(Knickers enclosed.)
I expect that reaction was your intent.
I will definitely make you very happy tonight when I put in my plug.
Please tell me what else you want me to do. I need it.
I've got my hand in my knickers right now. I'm so wet it sounds like you're licking me. Bloody hell. Hold on.
Okay, I'm back again. I hope my roommate can't smell this.
In case you couldn't tell from the state of my underwear, I can't wait to see you.
Every time it's too quiet, I hear your voice in my head. It's making me mental.
Tell me what you're doing right now. Do you miss me? Are you hard? I miss the feeling of your cock on my tongue.
Your taste. I miss the way you growl in my ear when you're close. Damn.
I've got to come again. She's going to wonder what the hell I'm writing a journal in here for so long.
Write me back soon.
Yours,
HG
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Hermione,
If this is your idea of a care package, I need to stay away more often. It seems you've been quite busy.
I hope you're drinking plenty of fluids.
Judging by your knickers, you'll need to be hospitalized for dehydration soon.
Did you put a Stasis Charm on these to keep them wet? Clever girl.
If I wasn't hard before, I am now.
I was reading when the mirror delivered your package, but now I'm going to have to stop and take care of this nagging bulge in my trousers.
I wish you were here to take care of it for me. Your mouth is so much more pleasant than my hand.
I can't stop picturing you lying in your bed reading my letter with your fingers buried between your thighs.
Did you stay nice and quiet so your roommate wouldn't hear you? Or did you put up a Sound Shield?
Your panties smell like heaven, love.
I'm going to make this last. I'll think of something for you to do in the meantime.
After you read this, I want you to take off all your clothes and get on your bed—on your hands and knees. Put a pillow between your legs and ride it until you're right on the edge.
Don't come yet. Get on your back and finger yourself.
Use two fingers. When they're nice and wet, I want you to lick them clean.
Go back for more and then use your wet fingers to play with your nipples.
Go slowly. Five minutes minimum.
I know you'll be ready to come by then, but I want you to go stand in the corner for ten minutes, hands and nipples touching the wall, nothing else.
Legs apart.
While you're there, I want you to think of five things you want to do sexually that you've never done before.
When your time is up, stay where you are and come.
If you're a very good girl, you'll get the floor wet.
Go get your plug and kneel on your bed, arse in the air.
Start pushing it in while you keep rubbing your clit.
Take as long as you need, but don't push in all the way until you're coming again.
When it's time for you to go to sleep, touch yourself.
Don't climax. I want you to go to sleep with your pussy soaking.
I have to stop now, pet. My cock is throbbing.
I'm going to come thinking about you riding me.
Your tits look glorious bouncing in my face. Perhaps if I use enough lube it will sound like you.
Tell me what five things you've thought of.
Be good,
L
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Dear Lucifer,
OH MY GOD! That was excellent. I did everything you asked. I came so hard standing in the corner, it was running down my thighs.
I couldn't stop thinking about you fucking my arse while I pushed in my plug.
It was perfect. I fell asleep with wet knickers and dreamed about you all night.
I came about twenty times in my sleep. Why are dream orgasms so different?
It's like there's no down time between them and no limit. Or is that just me?
Five things I thought of
1. Being restrained while you punish me. (I actually had a dream about this and I think I would like it in real life. You strapped me to some kind of table. It's very unclear now. You know how dreams are, the more you try to remember it, the more it fades.)
2. Licking caramel off your cock.
(Or your whole body. Both sound nice.)
3. Being fucked on a Roller Coaster. (I'm not sure if this is something I want to do in real life or not. I don't want to be arrested.)
4. Fingering another me. (And maybe some other stuff.)
5. You buggering me while I hold an enema. (This turns me on thinking about it, but I'm not sure if it's physically possible.)
Please Write me.
Miss you terribly,
HG
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Dear Hermione,
You were a very good girl. Your list is excellent.
I'm including a duplicate of a page from a book, it will pass over in a few hours. I think you'll enjoy. Is this picture what you had in mind regarding a table?
Or is it better? I might be able to arrange something.
I can take the knee rests off the sides and keep you suspended on your pussy if you're feeling brave.
I forgot about your food fantasy. I'll pick up a jar of caramel.
Or three. How do you feel about whipped cream and chocolate again?
If you like, I can pick up a banana and a cucumber in case you're feeling frisky.
I'll browse the aisle and see what else I can find.
Your exhibitionist tendencies are intriguing, and I would never let you get arrested. Or did you want to get fucked without anyone knowing?
If you prefer a more covert coupling, you can wear a skirt and sit in my lap in the middle of Diagon Alley. I'm open to suggestions.
We're going to talk about your girl-on-girl fantasies when I see you.
Emma will be good for us, but I want to hear exactly what you've been thinking about.
So you'd better start practicing what you're going to tell me now.
I know how much you love saying things that embarrass you out loud for all to hear.
I'm certain that your last idea is physically possible, and it fits in nicely with something I got you.
(You're dying to be my anal angel, aren't you? I'd get you some wings, but I think you'd prefer leather.)
I know someone who's done this before. I'll ask him if he has any advice.
Until I see you, I want you to only climax three times a day. If you come in your sleep that's fine—they don't count.
You can space them out however you'd like.
The only other rule is you can't use your hands below the waist (and no cheating with the showerhead).
You are only allowed to rub your pussy against things: pillows, the edge of the bed, chair arms.
I don't care what you use as long as you are humping it until you come.
I suggest you get good at it. I might ask for a demonstration when I see you.
I do miss you,
L
xxxxxxx
Dear Lucifer,
I don't know what book you got this picture out of, but I want to read it.
Several times. Or better yet, you read it to me.
This is almost exactly what I dreamed.
But you're right, this one's better. Can you really get something like this?
I'm getting wet thinking about it. But I'm scared too. You're not really going to tie me to it the first time, are you?
Chocolate and whipped cream sound nice. I just really like caramel. I'll try all of it.
I'll put the caramel on your cock and the whipped cream on your arse.
We can use the chocolate for your nipples.
If you're nice, I'll try to get that banana up your arse, but you're braver than I am if you go for the cucumber.
I do NOT want to shag in the middle of Diagon Alley, and you know it (unless you're trying to give me a heart attack, in which case you've succeeded.)
I kind of would like to try it in the woods or at the beach or someplace like that. (Sorry for being rude that day and not going naked. I don't know what got over me)
Maybe a deserted park. I'm still a little nervous about strangers watching me, even after what happened at Eros.
(But a little excited too.) It's confusing.
....I'm trying to practice telling you what I've thought about doing with another me.
I'm having trouble saying it to the empty bathroom. How am I ever going to do it in real life?
Bloody hell, yes, I want to be your anal angel. I don't need wings or leather, just your cock.
This man you're going to talk to, he's not a sadist, is he?
I'm scared about whether I'll be able to take it or not. Just having you in my pussy is pretty intense.
I don't want to rupture anything.
I'm touching my bum thinking about it right now.
The idea turns me on, but I don't want it to hurt.
I did what you wanted last night. I had already come twice before I got your letter, so I only came one more time.
I used my pillow. This morning I used the armchair in the sitting room while others were out discovering what happens in meetings.
It took a while, but I finally came (while reading your letters—I think I have them memorized now).
Tonight I'll try the edge of my bed and maybe the faucet in the tub. If that doesn't work, I'll straddle the edge of the tub.
I didn't come in my sleep last night. Maybe I'll get lucky tonight.
I miss you so so so much. It's making my stomach hurt.
Sometimes I just want to go to sleep so I can see you in my dreams.
I swear after wearing your bracelet (talisman), I have better dreams about you (definitely no nightmares, lots more orgasms).
Are you dreaming about me? I'm sure you're not.
You're probably just as in control in your dreams as you are in real life.
I feel like I'm whining, so I'll shut up about it.
HG
xxxxx
Pet,
You are the first thing I think about in the morning when I wake up and the last thing I think about before I fall asleep.
I beg my brain to dream of you.
On good nights you rescue me from the dark.
The longer we're apart, the more the past horrors are returning. Maybe you need to make me a talisman.
Or maybe you are my talisman.
I don't care if I am not invited, only a week I am going to wait, before I am sleeping in the same bed with you.
All night. And we're not getting up until morning.
Nobody is sneaking out at dawn.
I can't sleep without your body pressed against me and your insane hair tickling my face.
So either tell Ginny to leave the room or not to disturb us.
I don't care which.
So long as by ten o'clock you're naked in my hands, we could be in Piccadilly Circus for all I care.
I'm getting calluses on my palms.
Lucifer
xxxxx
Oh, thank Merlin. I thought I was being desperate. I am doing the best I can to reprimand SB of moving you in.
Fingers Crossed,
Need you too,
Hermione
xxxxx
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