Dear H,

You asked for a love letter via my blog.  A nice little public expression of how badly I want to fuck you. I mean, how much I love you. Sorry, I often confuse the two.  Anyway, here it is.  My love letter to you.

You, my darling love, have the tightest, tastiest, sweetest cunt in the Western Hemisphere. Your thighs are as strong and soft as a she-bear in heat, and you fuck like you’re drowning and the only thing keeping you afloat is my cock.  Your cunt is so perfect that you’ve received six poems about it from exes and not one of them knew about the other. It’s been photographed, cast in plaster, and painted with so much detail it was permanently damaged by the first hard cock that got close to it.

You have the dirtiest, quickest, and most insatiable mind that I’ve ever had the pleasure of getting lost in.  You words make me hard and awake even when I’m drunk on whisky and haven’t slept in weeks.  Your voice pulls me back from edges I can’t see, and when you write I get hard at the thought of my own inadequacy.

The first time you let me fuck you was in your parents bedroom during a Thanksgiving visit.  They stepped out for an errand and you dragged me in and pushed me down on the bed.  You sucked my cock, bit my neck, and pulled your panties to one side as you lifted your pretty Sunday dress out of the way.  You rubbed against me until I was close to hyperventilating, and you smiled at me. When you finally pushed down around me you told me a story as your pelvis ground against mine. It was a story that made me with come with jealousy.  And no, I don’t even remember what it was.

I’ll end with the things I won’t write down because I don’t want to share them.  I won’t write about Halloween, your three fingers up my ass, or the time we shared the bartender from Baltimore.  I won’t write about your heart, your sadness, or how I feel when you’re not here.  

Somethings I can’t share.

So, there it is.  I love you and I love you and I love you. 

Yours for right now,

GNY

ps.  can’t wait for that blow job you owe me.