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I write this entry to my journal in haste. I don't know why I'm writing this. I have a jumble of thoughts in my head, and I feel I need to get them out on paper. Let me begin with you, Valjean.
Valjean, do you remember yesterday when I told you of the day I fell in the love with you? I didn't tell you of the days when I lusted after you. I didn't tell you of the sleepless nights I spent thinking of you, wanting to feel your body against mine. I dreamt of you dominating me, putting me in my place. I also dreamt of me claiming you as my own, and the sweet cries I heard spill from your lips. Ah, my beautiful man, I thought of you day and night. Even as I guarded you, I was tempted.
When you were released and I found you again, my lust rose once more. I remember this one dream I had of you and me. You were walking along the street; it was night, and a damp one at that. It was just beginning to drizzle when we met on the sidewalk. We exchanged blows and words, and somehow we found ourselves in an alley. It was raining a little heavier now, and we continued to brawl. Suddenly, I was pressed up against a brick wall and you were kissing me. It was a hot, passionate kiss, and I was painfully aware of your body against mine. I tried to fight you off, but you wouldn't move.
The rain was deafening. We were soaked to the bone, yet we continued to kiss. I had given in, melting against your body and kisses. You tore my clothes from my flesh, leaving them in shreds upon the ground. I paid no heed to this, since I was doing no worse to your clothes. Your touches were hot, Valjean, and your lips were like fire. You growled in my ear and grabbed my hair, pulling until I yelped. Oh, your touches.. your fingers were so nimble, so rough. It was all I could do to keep from making too much noise, until you hoisted me up against the wall. I wrapped my legs around your waist, your arousal teasing me. You grabbed hold of my hips in a bruising grip and gave a sharp thrust. You took me hard, Valjean. I remember weeping, my back becoming raw from scraping against the wall and my nails digging into your shoulders. You laughed gruffly and kissed me with a passion I had never known. Before we could climax, I awoke.
Valjean, you ignite such a fire in me that I cannot explain it in words. The lust is combined with love now. I adore you, Jean. God, every time I see you, I fall in love all over again. I love you, Jean. I love you. So, so much.
Jean Valjean.
My beloved man.
Love me. Love me forever. Hold me and kiss me. I want to love you, hold you, kiss you, feed you and comfort you. I want to laugh and run with you, sprawl out in the grass and nap. I want to do everything by your side. I adore you, my beautiful man. You hold my heart in your very palms.
I love you.
Valjean, do you remember yesterday when I told you of the day I fell in the love with you? I didn't tell you of the days when I lusted after you. I didn't tell you of the sleepless nights I spent thinking of you, wanting to feel your body against mine. I dreamt of you dominating me, putting me in my place. I also dreamt of me claiming you as my own, and the sweet cries I heard spill from your lips. Ah, my beautiful man, I thought of you day and night. Even as I guarded you, I was tempted.
When you were released and I found you again, my lust rose once more. I remember this one dream I had of you and me. You were walking along the street; it was night, and a damp one at that. It was just beginning to drizzle when we met on the sidewalk. We exchanged blows and words, and somehow we found ourselves in an alley. It was raining a little heavier now, and we continued to brawl. Suddenly, I was pressed up against a brick wall and you were kissing me. It was a hot, passionate kiss, and I was painfully aware of your body against mine. I tried to fight you off, but you wouldn't move.
The rain was deafening. We were soaked to the bone, yet we continued to kiss. I had given in, melting against your body and kisses. You tore my clothes from my flesh, leaving them in shreds upon the ground. I paid no heed to this, since I was doing no worse to your clothes. Your touches were hot, Valjean, and your lips were like fire. You growled in my ear and grabbed my hair, pulling until I yelped. Oh, your touches.. your fingers were so nimble, so rough. It was all I could do to keep from making too much noise, until you hoisted me up against the wall. I wrapped my legs around your waist, your arousal teasing me. You grabbed hold of my hips in a bruising grip and gave a sharp thrust. You took me hard, Valjean. I remember weeping, my back becoming raw from scraping against the wall and my nails digging into your shoulders. You laughed gruffly and kissed me with a passion I had never known. Before we could climax, I awoke.
Valjean, you ignite such a fire in me that I cannot explain it in words. The lust is combined with love now. I adore you, Jean. God, every time I see you, I fall in love all over again. I love you, Jean. I love you. So, so much.
Jean Valjean.
My beloved man.
Love me. Love me forever. Hold me and kiss me. I want to love you, hold you, kiss you, feed you and comfort you. I want to laugh and run with you, sprawl out in the grass and nap. I want to do everything by your side. I adore you, my beautiful man. You hold my heart in your very palms.
I love you.