the morning’s issue

she gripped my hair in her fist and she shook. i looked up to see her head throw back and hear mixed profanities escape her lips, the likes i’d never heard from her before. i didn’t stop until she came a second time.

as i then positioned myself to mount her, she looked me directly, deeply, in the eyes. bursting into tears, she issued my instructions.

“fuck me”

what type of flower?

i had a dream, and you played the leading role. you wore a yellow sun dress, and had flowers in your hair. i’m not sure what kind of flower, because i was looking into your eyes. i always look into your eyes when you suck my cock, especially when someone else is watching.

I know you’re there

Uh, hi. I’m not sure how to start this letter. How are you? And your family? Have you been home recently to see your folks? I hope they’re well, at least, as well as can be expected. And the kids? I imagine you’re still busy with stepping on Lego and opening Mr Potato Head’s butt. How’s your garden? Will you be able to plant soon?

All is well with me. I’m moving into a new place soon which is exciting. I’ve been busier that usual at work, so I guess that’s a good distraction.

You might not recognise me if you saw me – I’ve let my hair grow longer. It’s not really that long, of course you’d recognise me, but it’s the longest it has been for many years. I wonder if you’d like it.

My racing schedule is picking up for the season. I’ve had some good results so far. I wonder if you already knew that. I’d like to think so.

Do you still think of me when you fuck your husband? I imagine you drinking too much bourbon and getting a little crazy. I miss our crazy.

You don’t have to reply. I know you’re there. I know you’re there.