I know that you probably don’t expect to hear from me but I just wanted to let you know that I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately.

Thoughout the day, sometimes when I wake up in the morning… but most of all, when I go to bed at night.

My body is somehow conditioned to how you’d touch me every night, how you’d bring me to the edge over and over again and then finally let me explode, each time harder than the last.

I miss feeling you inside of me. I desperately want you inside of me. I want you to use my body to fulfil every single desire and fantasy that you’ve ever wanted. I want you to put me in every position you want and on every surface, in every room. Do whatever you want with me. Whatever you want to me. I’m yours. I’ll always be yours.

I miss gushing all over you and then cleaning myself off of you. I miss the way you taste, the way you sound, the way your body feels under my skin, the way you’d gasp out and groan my name, and tell me what a good girl I am for you.

I miss the way we’d both come down from that high just to do it all over again, until we’d pass out from exhaustion in the early hours of the morning, fulfilled and satisfied.

I hope the last time wasn’t our last. There’s so much more I want to do to you and with you, and I plan on doing all of it. There’s no one else I’d rather do it with.

I hope, at some point, you’d feel the same.