Subject: Secret Letter to Ayami Ayami I can’t help but to start a story about you my love. – Perhaps you will find it. Here it is… We’ve been playing this game for quite sometime now. I’d come over- you with your smiles and your sexy body lazily stretching those long dancer’s legs every which way. You’re such a flirt and you rarely take notice. You keep explaining how much you hate him. I understand. Like always. – Like always I pretend to understand anyway. How can someone be with somebody they hate so much-? Or are you just telling me that. Thinking this is what I want to hear. I don’t want to hear it. I want you to tell me how much you love me. I can see it in your eyes. It’s painful to bursa evi olan escort me because I know at the drop of a hat I would do everything in my power to take care of you. I am only woman. But I am. There you go with those dancers legs swinging and flirting with me and every which way. Did you know that I have imagined what you taste like? My mouth waters at the thought of your sweetness against my tongue. I have already seen your beautiful nakedness clearly in my mind. So clearly I can quiver from my own desires as I imagine our body’s colliding in slippery ecstasy. I need to feel you against me. Please. I’ll settle for silently stroking your hair while we watch altıparmak escort TV together. Your head in my lap as I pull my fingers through your long soft black. Feeling your fingertips lightly stroking my thigh as I can sense the warmth of your breath on my legs. I try not to tremble. I try to sit still. I can feel myself growing moist with the thought of you being so close between my legs. How can he keep you hidden from this magnificent world for so long? How can he stand to have you in his presents without ravishing you whenever you look into his eyes? It takes a lot out of me just to maintain a natural composure. You’ve discovered how to stare me in the eyes. I know you have to see how much I love you. Can’t you? He’s a decaying selfish soul can’t you see that? He would take you with him to his grave if he could along with all his hidden riches in the world. I’ve been waiting to see if he would learn the true worth of your love from you. The brilliance which is you. I have. In my dream you and I are lovers. In my fantasy the severity is soothed. We are able to be free together to live out what I know you truly want from me. Soulfully I understand you more than I would like you to discern. But you do… I pretend that everything is okay. That this is the way things are supposed to be. I would even accept being your secret lover. If that were the way it would have to be between us. But you are too good for that. -Too good for him. At least I just want you to be happy. With love always from you best friend Free… If you would like to respond to this you can email me hoo (*_*)