sothenshe:

A girlfriend (now an ex) once asked me what I really thought of her when we began dating. Out spilled a cornucopia of platitudes, but I felt it didn’t really do justice to the feelings she instilled in me. I decided the best way to share my feelings was to let her in on the inner monologue I had with myself during the first time we hooked up. The below was the resulting letter.

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This cab ride is taking forever. I know. Why does she live so far away? Hush. I wonder what she’s wearing.  I wonder if she missed me. I wonder if she’s nervous. The fare meter climbs, each click advancing the already rising giddiness within me.  When was the last time you actually got excited for someone like this? Had to have been high school.  Isn’t that too long? Yes. Here. Finally.  Pay faster. I’m trying.

What? Five flights up? Yeah.  It’ll go quick.  She’s at the top.  She’s worth the breathless trek. Christ, you’re not in shape. I’m ignoring you. Hear her?  She’s calling to me and even her voice sounds hot.  Just a few more steps.

She’s hotter than I remember.  Is that even possible? I know.  Her ass looks astounding in those shorts.  Are they even shorts?  They look like underwear. Who cares; she’s kissing me.  I would sleep on these lips.  They are the epitome of soft and sultry.  She’s gently biting you. God, this is hot.  It’s tender. Loving. It’s…perfection. Her hands are wrapping around my head.  Mine are instinctively drawn to her hips. Her body is entirely preternatural. Feel that stomach. Firm. Tight. Young. Explore lower. Not yet. Ah, anticipation, I’ve missed you.

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