Dear X:

[minx1]

Dear minx,

Hey, how's it going? Hope the eight legged creatures are giving you some space. Ummm, what is a zeppelin? Much obliged.

loveandkisses,
itw

Dear ITW,

Its all a little crazy right now

But then I can't remember when it wasn't!

Anyhoo......this little baby is the Zeppelin

http://www.superfi.co.uk/index.cfm/page/moreinfo.cfm/Product_ID/3813

OMG it sounds so good. I couldn't take it any longer.

I went. I bought. I conquered.

It is mine

As for spiders. Yuck.

They came. They stayed. They are winning

Love,

Minx

Dear minx..

Spending money on stuff to do with music is always justified *nods*
Have you looked at the bose ones tho.


Oh, and how are you... I'd love it if you let me know... I do worry you know *hugs*

Dear Nax,

How are you? *hugs*

Things seem to be going really good for you and that makes me smile. You deserve it. You both do

I admit to not looking much at other sound systems. What can I say....I fell in love *sigh*

Things arevery up and down. I mean really extremes at the mo and I admit to not having wanted to talk about it. I am still trying work out things.

Have lots to tell you though. Lots to tell everyone. I promise to soon.

Thankyou for thinking of me and we will speak soon I hope,

Minx

 

[KayKat]

Dear ITW,

Its all a little crazy right now

But then I can't remember when it wasn't!

Anyhoo......this little baby is the Zeppelin

http://www.superfi.co.uk/index.cfm/page/moreinfo.cfm/Product_ID/3813

OMG it sounds so good. I couldn't take it any longer.

I went. I bought. I conquered.

It is mine

As for spiders. Yuck.

They came. They stayed. They are winning

Love,

Minx




Dear Nax,

How are you? *hugs*

Things seem to be going really good for you and that makes me smile. You deserve it. You both do

I admit to not looking much at other sound systems. What can I say....I fell in love *sigh*

Things arevery up and down. I mean really extremes at the mo and I admit to not having wanted to talk about it. I am still trying work out things.

Have lots to tell you though. Lots to tell everyone. I promise to soon.

Thankyou for thinking of me and we will speak soon I hope,

Minx

Leaving you hugs and plenty of them minx!

 

[Biffalo_Buff]

Dear X,

All I want to do is write about your mouth.

And all the rest of it, of course, your whole quite thoroughly perfect form and the way it arched so high you bore my weight, and then the way you held so perfectly still.

Astounding. Your hypnotized face, as you hung on the edge, half-frustrated, half-trusting, not knowing for sure that I know you well enough to take you there, not sure, but hungry enough to try me. Hungry enough to surrender to my hands. Here in the first moments, still learning you, I do have this: I am inexorable. I will overwhelm you. I will insist. I will be undeniable. Your body will give in to me, sooner or later. And I am in no hurry. None at all.

Was it worth it, there at the end? Or at least, at that first ending, when you stared straight into my eyes as you came, when it seemed to move on and on and on? Was it worth the wait, and the trust?

But all I want to do is write about your mouth. How perfectly it's shaped, and how that cupid's bow of your upper lip curls open and up, in ecstasy, in desperation. Seeing that, knowing how sensitive your mouth is, how can I not think constantly about all the ways to change the shape of that mouth, those juicy lips with their cruel and luscious curves? How can I not imagine them around my fingers, slick and moving? How can I not think about... well, I think you know.

In this movie from that night, the one I watch over and over in my mind now, your head rocks back with the slap, the heaven and hell, and your eyelids flutter as you try to stay focused on my face. I loved making you look me in the eye, and seeing how you struggled to keep your eyes open, how they kept rolling back as my hand moved. How your face shifted madly, between desperation and confusion and greed and need, between plaintive hunger and something like fear, the suspense I kept you in, for so long.

No, sweetmeat, no, my magnificent toy, my tricked out little jet plane, it's of course far beyond role, far beyond any sort of title or name. If Dom and sub, slave and owner, are not terms that appeal, then let me invent others. I am the Devourer and you are the feast. I am the Possessor and you are the owned one. I am the Adventurer and you are the treasure. I am the Sculptor and you are the marble monument. I am the Archaeologist and you are the rare artifact. I am the Triumphant and you are the prize.

Let it be that, for just a little while. You are worth Owning. You'll bloom so sweetly under my hand. Later, later all the rest of it can be true too. But right now, let me bask in this overwhelming pleasure of Total Privilege. Let me own your wrist, your neck, your skin. And that mouth.

Gods, that mouth.


.

 

[SweetGigi]

Dear X,

All I want to do is write about your mouth.

And all the rest of it, of course, your whole quite thoroughly perfect form and the way it arched so high you bore my weight, and then the way you held so perfectly still.

Astounding. Your hypnotized face, as you hung on the edge, half-frustrated, half-trusting, not knowing for sure that I know you well enough to take you there, not sure, but hungry enough to try me. Hungry enough to surrender to my hands. Here in the first moments, still learning you, I do have this: I am inexorable. I will overwhelm you. I will insist. I will be undeniable. Your body will give in to me, sooner or later. And I am in no hurry. None at all.

Was it worth it, there at the end? Or at least, at that first ending, when you stared straight into my eyes as you came, when it seemed to move on and on and on? Was it worth the wait, and the trust?

But all I want to do is write about your mouth. How perfectly it's shaped, and how that cupid's bow of your upper lip curls open and up, in ecstasy, in desperation. Seeing that, knowing how sensitive your mouth is, how can I not think constantly about all the ways to change the shape of that mouth, those juicy lips with their cruel and luscious curves? How can I not imagine them around my fingers, slick and moving? How can I not think about... well, I think you know.

In this movie from that night, the one I watch over and over in my mind now, your head rocks back with the slap, the heaven and hell, and your eyelids flutter as you try to stay focused on my face. I loved making you look me in the eye, and seeing how you struggled to keep your eyes open, how they kept rolling back as my hand moved. How your face shifted madly, between desperation and confusion and greed and need, between plaintive hunger and something like fear, the suspense I kept you in, for so long.

No, sweetmeat, no, my magnificent toy, my tricked out little jet plane, it's of course far beyond role, far beyond any sort of title or name. If Dom and sub, slave and owner, are not terms that appeal, then let me invent others. I am the Devourer and you are the feast. I am the Possessor and you are the owned one. I am the Adventurer and you are the treasure. I am the Sculptor and you are the marble monument. I am the Archaeologist and you are the rare artifact. I am the Triumphant and you are the prize.

Let it be that, for just a little while. You are worth Owning. You'll bloom so sweetly under my hand. Later, later all the rest of it can be true too. But right now, let me bask in this overwhelming pleasure of Total Privilege. Let me own your wrist, your neck, your skin. And that mouth.

Gods, that mouth.


.

*pants*

my god.

THIS is what it is supposed to be like.

*rereads to drink it in again*

 

[rida]

Dear X,

All I want to do is write about your mouth.

-snip-

Gods, that mouth.


.

*swoon*

To inspire such words ...


Dear Dreamy self,

Don't be silly. You know Hubby think so or even more of you, and he voices it at times.

But admit it, you don't really know how to handle such words. Of course they please you, but you ultimately don't believe them.

Even when you take a compliment graciously and thank the person, you are dismissing it inside.

So do not go wishing for something you would ruin: I bet that if someone would say such words, you'd totally hurt him/her by saying the wrong smartassed joke. It is a miracle that Hubby still compliments you at all...

Rational & Critical Self

 

[FantaSeaGirl]

Dear X

What Rida said!

Love me

 

[LifelongCyn]

Dear Me,

Please go to bed before you post something that you'll regret.

Love,

Me

 

[ShyVixen]

Dear X,

Thank you I had the most amazing time. I might not be able to move for the next few days but it was worth it. *grins*

till next time...

Love, Me

 

[minx1]

Dear x,

I guess it must have been the right thing to do.

You don't seem to be bothered by it at all. As you said the other day, when I asked you about your heart....you don't know.

Mine knows.

I guess that should tell me all I need to know. Your silence is deafening.

What I had engraved. I meant it with all my heart. I wish you had felt the same.

I wish in the last two weeks you had fought for me, for us.

x

 

[ultramarineblue]

Dear X,

Please call soon so we can find a time to take the pictures. I need help doing it. I actually want to try and enter that competition but I have to have some of the pictures this Friday. I've already tried taking some of them and they turned out so bad because the stuff was so big. I hope the number of things I need photographed didn't change your mind. I think that I could finish with some after you help me figure out a way to take them. Please call to set up a time soon. I need help with this.

blue

 

[Jezebel77]

Dear wooden spoon,

Why do you sting my bottom so terribly? Please, get lost permanently.

Love
Jez

 

[minx1]

Dear x,

Just so you are under no illusions; today was the day that broke the camels back.

As of now i am over it.

 

[intothewoods]

<snip>

Good for you, minx. Hugs.

 

[Essene]

Dear X,

Why can't I seem to get out from under you? Why don't you just leave us alone?

It's bad enough as it is, why do you have to continue to mess with my life?

 

[ShyVixen]

Dear X,

Woman, why do you strip away everything and reach the point deep down that I can't admit? Why do you have the ability to slap it in my face and make me sit up and realize it's true, it's unacceptable? Why do you have the ability to do that to me? I love you, I know you love me...you are right, sooooooo right.

When you me tell those things, I believe them. I believe everything you say I am because I know you have my best interests at heart. Two things you said this morning really hammered home those points.

I just want you to know, I know. Those points are coming. I promise I won't hit rock bottom, not like before. I'm going to be fine.

Love, Me

 

[Kajira Callista]

Dear Mom
thank you for the envelope that will allow me a few things they are asking for and thank you for telling other family members to pick something from their lists. You are a very special lady.
Love, your daughter.

 

[the captians wench]

Dear X,

What ever.

me

 

[lil_slave_rose]

Dear you,
*sigh* i don't know where to start. i don't know what to say. you apologized and i accept the apology...again. but how many more times can you do this to me? i know you said you were " too messed up" to answer the phone to me. but do you know how worried i was? i sat her from 1:00 yesterday afternoon until 8:00 this morning when you finally answered the phone, wondering where in the hell you were, who you were with, if you were ok. you couldn't even text me back and tell me you were ok??

ya know one of these days, maybe i should do this to you. just go a whole day or two without calling you, without answering your text messages, without answering a phone to you, then maybe you will see how much it hurts.i know you say that you know, but you really have no clue. you asked me tonight why i always text you with things like "what did i do wrong" and "are you mad at me" but christ D what am i supposed to think when you don't answer my calls all day? especially when the last two times you did this, was because you were to much of a coward to tell me what was really bothering you, so you chose to ignore my calls. so yea, eventually i start freaking out and wondering what it is i do so wrong to make you ignore my calls.

i do everything for you. i would give you the world if it were mine to give, do you see that?? i mean REALLY see that? my submissive nature gets me into trouble with men like you. we need to work on our communication, seriously!

love
me

 

[Ghostjae]

Dear Firebird,

It's interesting how you and Ghost walked into my life at about the same time, and you both seem to be there to stay. No, I'm not complaining. But I will win, with you both, though gods only know how. For this point in time, it's just enough to know that I have two people who love and accept me because of me, not because of who I can be for them.

I can't thank you guys enough.

Love and kisses,
The wind raptured kitten~

 

[ultramarineblue]

Dear X,

I miss your friendship.

me

 

[naxalite0906]

Dear X,

Woman, why do you strip away everything and reach the point deep down that I can't admit? Why do you have the ability to slap it in my face and make me sit up and realize it's true, it's unacceptable? Why do you have the ability to do that to me? I love you, I know you love me...you are right, sooooooo right.

When you me tell those things, I believe them. I believe everything you say I am because I know you have my best interests at heart. Two things you said this morning really hammered home those points.

I just want you to know, I know. Those points are coming. I promise I won't hit rock bottom, not like before. I'm going to be fine.

Love, Me

*hug*

 

[Windflower]

Dear X:

You are not fooling me. I can smell an asshole miles away. Bug off. Go away.

 

[BiaTcHiNFiRe]

Dear X,

please open your eyes and start doing something about this situation. Your lovely boyfriend is getting more and more agressive and I feel its just a matter of time before he really hurts someone. I am afraid of you. I am afraid of your kids. I am afraid of our mom. You never know what he gonna do next. Now he's throwing with the furniture, he might throw the knives next time? How can you live like this?!? How can your kids grow up in this? How can our mom live "peacefuly" in this?!!

Dont you care how much of people suffer because of him? Didnt he hurt you enough yet? Must he break your legs or something so you would FINALY get ride of him??? You are my sister, but I dont get you. You SO DONT NEED THIS!! Our mom so dont need this. Your kids so dont need this. I so dont need this!! We are all stressed out because of this unpredictable agressive bastard!

Please do start using your head and get ride of him as soon as possible!!! Thank you. X

lots of love
~your young sis

 

[ShyVixen]

Dear X,

I'll try and keep the random sappiness under control, but it's almost Christmas and I do have a deeply repressed romantic side that sometimes like to escape...

I just wanted to say thank you for the past year. It hasn't always been easy - there have been the inevitable bad times, but a lot of wonderful times too, and I just wanted to say thank you for those. Thank you for making me smile, thank you for being there when I need you, thank you for the patience and understanding, thank you for the amazing sex

I'm not going to embarass myself by saying what is really on my mind, but I think you already know...

Love, Me

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Dear X,

heh heh.

Oh and this.

bj