Letter to Jon
Hiya.
Funny, isn't it, that in this age of virtual communication, we resort to old letter writing to keep in touch. I like it, though. I can touch the paper you touched, re-read your words, see you through the scribblings and the odd off the line sentences.
Yeah, I miss you too. I watched your latest work, and hey, you're the man, man. Really sexy, and really talented, too. I'm not so happy you got that piercing, but I do understand. If it makes you happy...'s fine for me. It's the idea, you know? Brrrrr. Nah, not for me. Not there!
Want to send me a pic? I think I can stand that...and it'd be something different to masturbate on...yeah, yeah, laugh at me. Love your laugh, by the way. Did I ever say? Well, I'm saying it now.
I'm doing okay. I found a place, where I can go if the urge gets me. Don't worry, okay? It's similar to that club you work at, Lucid.
Write soon, okay?
Love
Dean
Funny, isn't it, that in this age of virtual communication, we resort to old letter writing to keep in touch. I like it, though. I can touch the paper you touched, re-read your words, see you through the scribblings and the odd off the line sentences.
Yeah, I miss you too. I watched your latest work, and hey, you're the man, man. Really sexy, and really talented, too. I'm not so happy you got that piercing, but I do understand. If it makes you happy...'s fine for me. It's the idea, you know? Brrrrr. Nah, not for me. Not there!
Want to send me a pic? I think I can stand that...and it'd be something different to masturbate on...yeah, yeah, laugh at me. Love your laugh, by the way. Did I ever say? Well, I'm saying it now.
I'm doing okay. I found a place, where I can go if the urge gets me. Don't worry, okay? It's similar to that club you work at, Lucid.
Write soon, okay?
Love
Dean