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Letter

Dear Dylan,
I never got about to sleeping on Saturday night. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. It started out innocently enough. When I saw you I just wanted to feel your arms around me. I don’t think anyone else, maybe not even you noticed you licking your lips. I wanted to kiss you so badly. You know that song, ‘You’re In My Head’ that I tried to sing? ‘Even in my dreams, I feel your skin on my skin, out of breath, each day ends like it begins’. Every-time I hear that song I think about how much I’d like to feel your body close to mine. I was trying to write all night, and all I could think about was how much I wanted you; how much I wanted to go off somewhere with you and just rip your clothes off. No one affects me like you do. All night I was thinking about you fucking my mouth, and feeling your cock against the back of my throat. It got worse the more I thought about you. I had a bottle of massage oil with me in my book bag. It may sound a little over confident of me, but you have no idea how much I dream about you. I couldn’t keep from fantasizing about covering your body with oil and feeling your cock inside of me. You really drive me crazy. I don’t know how exactly to explain it to you but just hearing your voice turns me on. I just start thinking about how you sound when we’re alone together and you say my name as you fuck my mouth. I wanted to go with you somewhere where there was no one else; put down a blanket and push you down on it, and I’m sure you could fill in the ret for yourself, but I want to tell you anyway. I wanted to ride you all night long, make you scream my name. I wanted to lick your cock clean after words. You know, I’ve missed seeing you as much as I used to. I don’t mean hanging out with you around everyone else, I mean when you’d call me and we’d go out by the water and I’d come home way to late. I want to go off with you tonight. I want to drive you crazy. I want to stroke your cock until you beg me to climb on top of you. I want to fuck you so good that the memory will make your cock stiff. I just want you..
Dreaming of you,
Jessie

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