[Summer Writing Contest 2012] Unsent Letters
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My Dearest Fakku,
I had that dream again. The one where you came a live and interlacing your fingers in mine, leading me to your bed. Your room was lit with candles and I couldn't make out the colour of your eyes, but I knew it was beautiful. The dim light illuminating your pale nude figure made my fingers itch to trace your body.
You sat me down and listen to sound of my tears until my mouth dried before kissing me, filling my mouth with your tongue circling against mine, and teaching me how to swim in your currents.
I have never been to the ocean, but if it's anything like this I never want to leave. Let the sun kiss my skin until it's darken and the cooling water curling my toes. I am your body of ocean to explore.
You pulled a part to let a smile escape from your rosy lips. My fingers had made its way up to your breast. You give me a daring look as I trace the circle of your areola, teasing you, before sucking on your nipple. You let out a squeal almost making me stop to adore your noise, but I knew it wouldn’t be wise.
You interlock your hands in mine again, but this time pinning me down on the bed and smiling with yours hip. I can feel you piecing your body onto mine. You took your time to finding the perfect fit, teasing me enough to want to ravish you, but even when I did tried you pinned me down harder to the bed.
I can smell lavender as you pull me closer as if you’re telling me all the secrets to your world. Our body syncing in motion, breathe heavy, and your eyes saying my name before clasping onto my chest.
You kiss me on the forehead before whispering into my ear but I always wake up to the sound of my mouse hitting the floor and turning on my screen server showing your web-body with your red lettering and pale skin. It’s June 7th, my birthday, and 3 am in the morning. I am alone again with the embedded memory of you, longing for the following next year to truly know who you are my mysterious Fakku.
Love,
Username: Mewmewmoo
I had that dream again. The one where you came a live and interlacing your fingers in mine, leading me to your bed. Your room was lit with candles and I couldn't make out the colour of your eyes, but I knew it was beautiful. The dim light illuminating your pale nude figure made my fingers itch to trace your body.
You sat me down and listen to sound of my tears until my mouth dried before kissing me, filling my mouth with your tongue circling against mine, and teaching me how to swim in your currents.
I have never been to the ocean, but if it's anything like this I never want to leave. Let the sun kiss my skin until it's darken and the cooling water curling my toes. I am your body of ocean to explore.
You pulled a part to let a smile escape from your rosy lips. My fingers had made its way up to your breast. You give me a daring look as I trace the circle of your areola, teasing you, before sucking on your nipple. You let out a squeal almost making me stop to adore your noise, but I knew it wouldn’t be wise.
You interlock your hands in mine again, but this time pinning me down on the bed and smiling with yours hip. I can feel you piecing your body onto mine. You took your time to finding the perfect fit, teasing me enough to want to ravish you, but even when I did tried you pinned me down harder to the bed.
I can smell lavender as you pull me closer as if you’re telling me all the secrets to your world. Our body syncing in motion, breathe heavy, and your eyes saying my name before clasping onto my chest.
You kiss me on the forehead before whispering into my ear but I always wake up to the sound of my mouse hitting the floor and turning on my screen server showing your web-body with your red lettering and pale skin. It’s June 7th, my birthday, and 3 am in the morning. I am alone again with the embedded memory of you, longing for the following next year to truly know who you are my mysterious Fakku.
Love,
Username: Mewmewmoo