Posts tagged lust letter

i hope it’s okay that the thing i miss the most about you is your delectable cunt. that doesn’t hurt your feelings does it? it isn’t meant to. i miss talking to you and cuddling with you and holding hands and the little things you do that make life easier and fun, but i don’t dream wistfully about any of those. we still talk on the phone while you’re away. our minds still connect. but i can’t taste the way you are tangy right after arousal, or smell the sweat of your labia mixed with your juices as i pull aside your panties and kiss your lips. i can’t feel your heat. i can’t clean you up with my tongue after we’ve made love and taste the earthier mix that my cock’s brought from deeper inside. i can’t slip my arm around you and cuddle in behind, all wet from us and sweaty from exertion. but i can dream of it, and long for it, and wish you were here so that we could discover each other all over again. the way we do every time we make love or fuck or play. i hope it’s okay that i miss that part of you most. sorry about that.