Really. You’re the best I’ve ever had and you haven’t even touched me yet. This tantric sex thing is amazing. I am chomping at the bit to try the real deal, though, as I’m sure you can tell. I’ve tried to rip your clothes off in my mind more times than I can count. Whenever I see you wearing clothes, it just seems wrong. You should be not wearing clothes whenever possible. Oh this started as a tame love letter but look what happened….
Where was I? Right. Your shirt. That definitely needs to go. And then I can slowly rub your shoulder and listen to you talk about your day. How was your day? Was it a good day? I hope it was a good day. I would slowly ease the tension out of where ever it is you keep your tension, I’m guessing your shoulders. And then I would go south from there. Kneading and talking to you to find out where feels best for you. I really am very good with my hands. I can’t wait to show you, love.