Bedroom Closet

(tempt­ing to send, an ex-friend, ex-lover, who changed and I don’t know why)

–J___

Return­ing your books. Thank you, I enjoyed them as did S___. See­ing that we dont really talk much any­more I wanted to take this oppor­tu­nity to tell you a cou­ple of things.

I always enjoyed the times we had together, but to be hon­est the times I think about the most, in a way miss the most are the times we wound up in bed. I’d say we were bet­ter friends than that but hon­estly I think if we had just been lovers it would have been better.

I think on occa­sion about you and I in the bath­room, friends laugh­ing just out­side the door as we kiss. You pin­ning me against the sink as your hands find my breasts. Deep kisses with your soft mouth. Both of us know­ing where to touch each other. In my mem­o­ries S___ is not promi­nent. It’s you and I on the bed, your face between my legs lick­ing me, your fin­gers inside me, fuck­ing me harder and harder. I remem­ber tak­ing your small hard nip­ples in my mouth as I played with your pussy, my fin­gers slip­ping between its wet folds, so cleanly shaven, so unnec­es­sar­ily adorned. S___ fuck­ing me as I bury myself in your pussy, you seem­ing to be wait­ing your turn. Remem­ber me mount­ing you instead, climb­ing on top, us kiss­ing as I use my hand to make you cum. You moaned, you shook, you fell asleep wrapped in my arms.

So many times, secret touches, stolen kisses, get­ting drunk and tak­ing pic­ture. Such good times.

It’s unfor­tu­nate that you are miss­ing the times now. I know some of the things you like. I know we would have fun with our toys and ties. I can imag­ine you lik­ing to use the crop, and hav­ing it used. We both play so well, S___ would prob­a­bly give the orders at first, find­ing the images he likes. I can see us in our boots and skirts, hands and knees in front of his cock, both of us ordered to suck, one gets a pussy, one gets a penis.

Such fun we would have had, danc­ing, drink­ing, being the show. Bondage nights, trashy bars, mak­ing out in the hall as we had done so many times.

Life changes though I guess, and I return your books, and now we don’t talk. It is unfor­tu­nate but not some­thing I cant get over. I always have S___, and maybe that was the prob­lem. You were dis­pens­able, you knew it even though we never treated you as such.

Good­bye J____, enjoy your books.

A___

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