Dear Ashton,

11.

Dear Ashton,

I dreamt of you last night.

It was perfect.

A bit naughty. The kind of dream you'd wake me up from and have me explain. Then you'd make my dream come true.

You were pinning me to our bed. Sucking on my neck and trailing your lips down.

You would spank me every time Id forget to call you 'daddy' and reward me when I wouldn't forget.

You were the only one I ever gave myself to. Only one I've chosen to have.

I can't try being with anyone else.

But I suppose you wouldn't know that feeling. You have Miss Blonde and Perfect with you now.

She's a lucky bitch.

Probably a whore too.

Just saying.

I miss being that way with you Ash.

That's why I still dream of it I guess.

My body knows I'm yours and it can't detach itself from you.

Wow. That's sounds so fucking gay.

Whatever.

I love you.

Bye.

Love, Riley.