Letter one: I want you to thigh ride me in a skirt with nothing underneath til your screaming my name, drenched in an endless orgasm. God I can't stop imagining the way your skin feels against me- I think I've had this in my mind for weeks.
Letter two: I think the way you articulate things is so fucking cute, like if I tell you an important fact about me being autistic your always like "Oh I didn't know that! Oh I forgot! Okay got it! That's cool!"
Letter three: random thought, I wonder if there's a minion themed bra I could buy you. Update: they exist!!!!! IM TOTALLY GETTING THAT FOR YOU ONE DAY. What if I fucked you while you were wearing minion lingerie..would it feel like the minions are watching me?..
Letter four: god I know your angry right now but please fuck me just make me moan all your favorite nicknames please just touch me everywhere instead of wasting your time playing a fucking piano. MAKE ME CRY UGH just fuck me til I can't walk it's not even a request I just want you to make me your slave-your obedient mut. Please.
Letter five: my throat hurts from moaning so much, i feel like I'm on fire and yet cold at the same time. I love it when you call me a good boy and I just can't contain myself whenever you beg me for things. I imagine your hands going everywhere they could just fucking my mind and my body why can't you just be here to lift me up by the chin and tell me everything you want me to do for you. I would do anything for you and I would do everything in my power just to feel you up against me right now. I just want be on my knees and look up at you shouting "fuck me daddy, please! Ruin me til I'm nothing-make me lose my voice please just do anything to me I don't care what. Just do anything I don't care if you want to chain me up or be inside me or anything please just make me your good boy. Your slut."
Letter six: I want you inside me right now, I love it when you say shit like "oh really?" Or call me names like puppy or daddy. I think I'm finally starting to calm down but my hearts still racing. I'm also just shocked, did I actually make you orgasm? I wouldn't have thought I'm anywhere near that honor. I feel, accomplished, maybe a little scared that my family heard me but regardless I don't regret anything right now.
Letter 7: I want to go to the coast of San Francisco together, stay in a beach house for a few days and just walk along the cold sandy beach picking up shells and sea glass to craft with or put in jars and when the night comes we could look through a telescope or dance on the top floor while a starry night light spins around the room. And when we get tired we can just lay down and stare at each other while discussing some random shit and just admire how far we've come.
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