here we return to our email exchanges at the very beginning of our relationship. this one stands out to me because i start seeing all of the *stark* **differences** between my david and all the “other” men that are out in cyberspace, waiting to be laid.
dear david,
sometimes i think the amount of time i spend thinking about sex is unnatural somehow, even when its the most natural things in the world. my mind drifts to you, scared to admit how exciting it is to find someone to engage my mind. really, so many of the men ive met out here are “hey baby”… sometimes its as good as trying to extract teeth as the conversation goes… rarely does it go beyond two messages. im sorta a quick weeder that way. but now, tonight, i’ve had to touch myself already. press on my clit bc its pulsing, swollen and wanton. i’m waiting for the boys to go to bed so i can get out my vibe and releive myself. imagine your hands on me. imagine my hands exploring you. your hard cock against me. my wet center rubbing around you… mmmmm….
snuggles, annie
