Its been a while....

Since we last spoke and there are so many things that have happened that I want to share.

You know I write for fun, tell stories to shock and amuse, well that story I wrote about you, us, was published in Scarlet. The picture I took of the Empire State Building is now in a big coffee table book available on Amazon. I have had amazing sex with interesting people oh and the television show is being aired soon.

I hadn't read the magazine but looking through it last night brought the experience back as sharp and intense as that day.

I wrote about your kisses being so large we climbed inside them and I was stunned that the passage of time had muted that. I suddenly remembered exactly how your hair falls across your face when you swoop in to kiss. The feel of your black v neck jumper and the roughness of the denim covering your proper mans legs. The look of delight as you opened me like a Christmas present and the overwhelming passion.

How could I forget the feeling of drowning?

If you were watching now you would see I'm starting to wriggle in my seat. You know that my nipples are hard and that my skin is starting to tingle. I am running my fingers over my now unswollen lips and chuckle. Who needs a lip plumper with you around?

You made me question my life, look at how I behaved and it wasn't comfortable. I made changes that have made me happier and I place a lot more value on kindness.

I describe you as the most beautiful person, inside and out, that I have had the fortune to meet. You occupy space in my darkest fantasies and bizarrely the occasional thought of you pops up when I'm shopping.

In our story I said that it was enough but how could it ever be? its doesn't say in the bible that Eve had just the one bite and you are such a luscious apple. Am I enough? Are we?

You share stories of girls you fuck, in the lift, against the window and instead of the jealousy I expected it just made me want to be that girl. I want you to fuck me in the lift with the security cameras on. I want to be the one under your desk sucking your cock while you talk business on the phone. I want my tits squished up against the window pane in plain site while you finger me.

You made me feel so beautiful and that is still the case.


Its simple. I'm addicted. Passion is the best of all drugs. You AND passion.... leaves me breathless