Dear Mr. Drug Dealer,
You know that especially after having once loved a coke addict, I’ve always stayed clear of drugs. I thoroughly enjoy a cocktail, whiskey or glass of wine. And absinth is about as experimental as I have gotten when it comes to indulging in mind altering substances. You on the other hand, are my opposite when it comes to this, and have possibly not only used most things imaginable, but also dealt them. Continue reading
Dear Mr. Co-worker,
You got upset because somebody threw a Post-it at you to get your attention. Who does that?! The anger flaming from your eyes, while trying to stay composed was completely over the top for what happened. Yet the passion that accompanied it immediately got my attention and strangely enough turned me on. Continue reading
Dear Mr. Bondage,
Ah those times I sharply sucked in my breath. You, looking at me with a half-smile and focused on my face and intensified breathing while tying my ankles to the bed. It was the combination of tightening the rope and my audible breath that turned us both on. Me, having no idea what you were going to do to me, and after being blindfolded straining to get audible clues of where and how you would touch me. Being tied up and aroused took my mind off the fact that I didn’t actually find you that interesting, and that I was never going to fall in love with you.
The morning after our third date we lay in bed and talked about our turn-ons and what was still on our sexual bucket list. Continue reading