Sex. Something we don’t talk about nearly enough. I regret that I wasn’t more comfortable talking about sex with you before. I know you tried a few times. I don’t think I was raised with a very healthy attitude about sex, which is unfortunate. But I’m putting that behind me now for good, because sex is beautiful, and while Ive never had sex with you, I know that when we do it will be the ultimate expression of all the love we have for each other.
Why am I writing to you about sex now? The timing may seem strange to you. The truth is, I had a naughty dream about you last night, and all day long I have been so aroused, fantasizing about slowly licking your thighs and sucking on your breasts. I have to admit its been a difficult task, hiding my erection throughout the day, while I was in court, in the office, on the train. But it was so worth it. I started to formulate the idea in my mind that I should write you a letter when I got home from work, that we should be more open and comfortable talking about sex, and that when I finish this letter I will masturbate to you. And baby, you will make me feel so so good, just like you always do.
At some point today I remembered something I had forgotten, something I don’t think I ever told you. A long time ago, someone told me that they would love to watch us have sex. Of course, I would never allow that. But I took it as a compliment. Aware of our strong yet unconsummated feelings for each other, I believe the statement came from a recognition that when we finally have sex, it will be so passionate and so intense. Years of lust and love combining in a physical act approaching divinity. Ive never been told anything remotely close to this by anyone my whole life, so I thought Id share it with you, that even 3rd parties recognize our tremendous sexual chemistry.
The truth is my love, I have fantasized about having sex with you more times than I could possibly ever count. I am so much more attracted to you than I ever have been to any woman my entire life. You have this irresistible combination…you are so incredibly beautiful and possess this overpowering sex appeal. Its not from wearing revealing clothing or being overtly sexual. Its all the little things you do. The way you move. The way you look at me with such meaning understood only by the two of us in a crowded room. The way your hand feels in mine when you let me touch you. The way you paint your nails because you know I like it.
I sense this insatiable raw sexuality within you, and I want to be the one to unleash it. Oh my darling, how I lust for your touch. I want to absolutely devour you. I want to know what you taste like, from head to toe and everywhere in between. I want to give you such pleasure as you never even knew existed. I want to tie you to my bed and have sex with you all day long, beyond exhaustion, beyond mental clarity. Just fulfill this incessantly driving force within me to make love to you over and over and over again.
Id like to know your thoughts on the matter. I am writing this letter in fact to start a conversation about sex between you and I. Do you feel the same way? Does your body tremble the same way I ache to be inside you?
I lust you,
PS If Ive been a good boy, can you give me another picture? It makes me so happy when you do 🙂