Contained in the letter was a photo. He was wearing a towel.
Which I liked. I wrote him back, "tasteful." Because it was.
I mean, it beats the pants off a cock shot. Ever get a cock shot? It's just kind of-well, ruins everything. This was perfect sexing. All I could think about for the rest of the day was him. In a towel.
I saw him sitting on the desk across from me, gazing intently at me.
And he came over, pulled me out of the chair and undressed me. Draping me over the desk, he started going down on me. And then, he was fucking me. And then I was sucking him. And then I was on top of him, grinding VAR VAR slooooowly. Talk about distracting!
All in my mind, of course.
I remain,
Hilda Stinson
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