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It's been less than a week since I've randomly seen you on the street with one of your lovers. It was a cute interaction, I loved that the tension subsided (at least for me), I made an effort of asking her how she is and what's her plan for the weekend, and you kissed me again and again and said that you love how I blush so easily.
It's been way longer since we fucked, since we had that hot session in the summer. You know that I still think about it, and fantasize about it, right? Of course you do. Somehow, you know me so well, even in this short while we've known each other, or have been seeing each other, if we can call it that.
I want you, so fucking much. I want to feel your hands on my body, I want you to grin as you grab my face with both of your hands. I want to be silly with you and dead serious as you break me down and then gather my pieces, so gracefully and also, so attentively. You are such a hottie, you are a gem, you have such an aura that I'm sometimes blinded (and damn, I'm not a hippie who uses that word – "aura" – a lot).
Can we please, please see each other already? Have some quality time? I know you're really busy, and I know I'm busy as well. With our different entanglements of lovers, relationships, jobs, trips, being abroad, we barely see each other although we live just around the corner from each other, and I have a key to your apartment.
You know that sometimes, when I go to your place to water the plants when you're away, I sniff your jacket? Your scent is just intoxicating. And I know that you're grinning, reading this. I told you already about all the things I want you to do to me. Cause what you get out of me, that vulnerability, that yearning, that pleasure, it's so rare (even though I've been around), and you bring it out of me in such an emotional, powerful way. Just writing it, I'm getting wet.
I know I told you to write me when you have the time, cause I don't want to pressure you. I don't want to be another event you need to organize, or another task off your list. And it's OK if we don't get to meet this month, before you go again for a few weeks. It's OK, at least that's what I tell myself. But Goddess, I want this to happen so fucking much.
I'm not asking for a weekend, like you had with your lover. I know it's not the same kind of relationship exactly, and that's OK. Even if you wanted to spend a whole weekend with me, it probably would have been hard to organize (though I would probably find a solution), so that's OK. But I just want your time, and your attention, and your hot butchy body, just for a few hours. Please. Please…
by tuliula_