Dear X:

[rida]

*hugs*

life is so complicated eh Rida. I can empathise with what a tricky balance it can be sometimes and at your loyalty and commitment.

Lucky men

Thank you

Things are getting complicated on the non-kinky, non-sexual side of life (yes, it's because of the economy ...)

My feeling are a bit of a mixed bag at the moment. It is bad. But it is good. But could be bad. Although it could turn really good.

What gets me the most is the uncertainty. I don't need a 15 years detailed plan, all I need is to know roughly where life is going in the next 15 months.

But I do hope that both feel lucky to have me in their lives. H tells me from time to time so I believe he does. S ... perhaps if we last the distance he might say it 10 years from now

 

[ImOnIt]

Dear X

We broke up. Im keeping my distance, but you should behave like it too. I know you have your family and everything that goes with that.... and its great that youre moving out, but stand the fuck up for yourself, hurry up, get out and start by yourself.

I don't wish to talk to you. Just a favour? the answer will continue to be no. I won't be your driver, I won't come and assess any cars that you dont know shit about. No you should not bid on a vehicle you havent seen. FUCK.

Practise some dignity. I should have turned right back around when you spoke as you did, the mistake was yours and what happened? You wait, and sulk, and blow up. The communication issues are yours, hell, I have spent enough months hoping for you to speak. Good luck getting yourself to a better situation, where you can come to terms with yourself.

I feel as though I have put myself out far, to be your boyfriend/brother/bestfriend and sometimes father acting but at times you are ACUTELY selfish and i have been ACUTELY naive.

The other day I drove on country roads and raged so hard and loud that I suprised myself.

RAWRRRRRRR!!!!!

But that is it, that anger is out and gone, and with it part of my timid tendancy.

 

[PatchIsMe]

Dear X,
If you want him you can have him. I don't understand why or how you thought it ok to entertain the idea that it would be cool to mess with him, especially when you knew how much I liked him. I suppose sitting up with you until 4am that one Friday and telling you how much I liked him and missed him and wanted to have a 3some with him and my husband didn't give you a clue. Hope its loads of fun for ya cause you done hurt me in a way I never thought you would.

 

[ShyVixen]

Dear amazon,

Please deliver my new bag in time!!!!!!!!

Me

 

[WriterDom]

Dear X,

This is the first time I've every created my fantasy of what happens when we meet. And to have it in my head for so long that it keeps evolving and changing. Perfecting it. I know it will be incredible when we do meet.

 

[Nymphomaniacal]

Dear X:

Why the hell do you live so far away from me? >.<

 

[unregistered]

 

[CurlyKat]

Dear X,

Fuck you and your company. I hope you get what you deserve, which is complete loss of all business, bankruptcy, and shutting down. It's just too bad you would be rescued by your government, you need to realize that not everyone else can bend to your little whims. When you say something, you should mean it.

Screw you, the way you've just royally screwed me over. I hope Karma comes back around on you big time. By the way, don't expect any more American business, which I know is what you've based your company on. Once the rest of the military community finds out how you've messed up, they won't trust you with anything that big.

Love,
Your Seriously Pissed Customer

 

[Hisbeauty]

Dear X,

Throwing a temper tantrum and walking off the job shows your maturity. I am sorry if I stand up for me and don't let you get away with all that shit.

Have a nice life and don't use the F bomb all the time and toward me.

HB

 

[rida]

Dear S,

I'm craving your presence
your hands on me
if it means bleeding for you
right now
I'd do it

I'm craving your energy
your pull on me
if it means offering myself to you
however you wish
I'd do it

for a crumb of your time
for the honor of serving you
for a smile and your eyes gazing upon me
it scares me what I'm willing to do

I love you
I promised myself I would not say it anymore
but
I love you so much it hurts

please accept my sufferings

they are all yours

 

[bruisedangel]

Dear S,

Before I get to the meat of this letter, I need you to know that I will always be eternally grateful to you. Should we find, in two weeks, in two months, in two years, that we no longer mesh in a symbiotic passion, I will still always be thankful to you. You've allowed me a small crack, a minute entrance into the hallowed grounds of my innermost desires. I could never go back to who I was before, even if I should want to. I don't. I so don't want to go back. I very much don't want to ever even entertain the notion of losing you. I know there are possibilities that neither of us can account for. Should the worst of those happen, I will never think anything but the best of you.

There are so many things I would like to say. I fear that I'm unable to articulate said things, without becoming repetitive, without sounding much like a schoolgirl in the first blush of new love. Oh, there is that. I don't deny the heady, giddy feeling that surrounds me when I think on you. It comes down to far more than that, however. There is a sense of chaotic peace with you. When I'm with you, my psyche is calm, contained. There is a relief that comes with handing over to you rights to my flesh. That relief comes with a price. The more at east I become with you, mentally, the more I experience a mad desire, a maenids want for you to split me open and gather the fruits that you find. Truly a vicious cycle. Entertaining, I'm sure, for you to watch. Be careful, love. You've me at the point where I don't believe I could return from, at least not wholly intact. I've surrendered myself to your lust, both cruel and kind. I will keep on submitting for as long as you have even an inkling of desire.

There are a few things I'm still working on, when it comes to you. The hardest, thus far, has been trying to convince myself that I'm not annoying, that I'm not too needy for you. I need you, so very much. It's been hard for me to know that when you tell me I can get a hold of you, anytime I need, you honestly mean that. I fear that I'll come across as a stalker, as crazy, that you're just going to look at me one of these times, and tell me, "Enough! Get a hold of yourself, and leave me alone, already!" Both the sane, and not so sane parts of my head are at war with this, as well as everything else we've explored up to this point. On one hand, why should you want to be bothered by someone SO needy? On the other hand, if I'm this needy, doesn't it just prove to you how central you are to me? Again, I'm venturing into territory where words fail. I fear I'm making little sense. You're very good at that, you know? You have a way of turning an intelligent, independent woman into an irrational, needy little girl. I'm certain that you know this. I'm almost certain that this has been a part of your goals for me. At times, I think I almost know what you want. I think, for you, it's far more of a rush to demand my orgasms with a word, without ceremonial touching, over ritualized fucking. At least, at times. I could be wrong. There are also times that I think it's almost as big a rush to find that I get your obscure references. Again, I could be wrong. I've been known to be wrong, at least once or twice.

Where my words fail, perhaps this will help. It's more to me than the fucking, than the sticky, wet, messy, glorious coming that goes with the fucking. You're so much more to me, than that. I go mad when I don't speak to you, at least for five minutes, every single day. Intellectually, I know I can live without you in my life. I would choose not to test that theory, however. There is a connection with you that I haven't felt before. The troika connection. Mental, emotional, physical. Perhaps this helps, a little, to explain things. I certainly hope so. Here's to hoping I haven't made a fool of myself.

-me

 

[sadangel]

Dear S,

Before I get to the meat of this letter, I need you to know that I will always be eternally grateful to you. Should we find, in two weeks, in two months, in two years, that we no longer mesh in a symbiotic passion, I will still always be thankful to you. You've allowed me a small crack, a minute entrance into the hallowed grounds of my innermost desires. I could never go back to who I was before, even if I should want to. I don't. I so don't want to go back. I very much don't want to ever even entertain the notion of losing you. I know there are possibilities that neither of us can account for. Should the worst of those happen, I will never think anything but the best of you.

There are so many things I would like to say. I fear that I'm unable to articulate said things, without becoming repetitive, without sounding much like a schoolgirl in the first blush of new love. Oh, there is that. I don't deny the heady, giddy feeling that surrounds me when I think on you. It comes down to far more than that, however. There is a sense of chaotic peace with you. When I'm with you, my psyche is calm, contained. There is a relief that comes with handing over to you rights to my flesh. That relief comes with a price. The more at east I become with you, mentally, the more I experience a mad desire, a maenids want for you to split me open and gather the fruits that you find. Truly a vicious cycle. Entertaining, I'm sure, for you to watch. Be careful, love. You've me at the point where I don't believe I could return from, at least not wholly intact. I've surrendered myself to your lust, both cruel and kind. I will keep on submitting for as long as you have even an inkling of desire.

There are a few things I'm still working on, when it comes to you. The hardest, thus far, has been trying to convince myself that I'm not annoying, that I'm not too needy for you. I need you, so very much. It's been hard for me to know that when you tell me I can get a hold of you, anytime I need, you honestly mean that. I fear that I'll come across as a stalker, as crazy, that you're just going to look at me one of these times, and tell me, "Enough! Get a hold of yourself, and leave me alone, already!" Both the sane, and not so sane parts of my head are at war with this, as well as everything else we've explored up to this point. On one hand, why should you want to be bothered by someone SO needy? On the other hand, if I'm this needy, doesn't it just prove to you how central you are to me? Again, I'm venturing into territory where words fail. I fear I'm making little sense. You're very good at that, you know? You have a way of turning an intelligent, independent woman into an irrational, needy little girl. I'm certain that you know this. I'm almost certain that this has been a part of your goals for me. At times, I think I almost know what you want. I think, for you, it's far more of a rush to demand my orgasms with a word, without ceremonial touching, over ritualized fucking. At least, at times. I could be wrong. There are also times that I think it's almost as big a rush to find that I get your obscure references. Again, I could be wrong. I've been known to be wrong, at least once or twice.

Where my words fail, perhaps this will help. It's more to me than the fucking, than the sticky, wet, messy, glorious coming that goes with the fucking. You're so much more to me, than that. I go mad when I don't speak to you, at least for five minutes, every single day. Intellectually, I know I can live without you in my life. I would choose not to test that theory, however. There is a connection with you that I haven't felt before. The troika connection. Mental, emotional, physical. Perhaps this helps, a little, to explain things. I certainly hope so. Here's to hoping I haven't made a fool of myself.

-me

Dear Bruisedangel,
You said what I am thinking so well. I identify with nearly every word. It's how I feel toward my Sir. I too need to learn that when He says He is there for me, that He is. I too don't want to be a "stalker" in any sense. I too worry that sometimes I am.

~angel~


Dear X,
I'm trying. I really am. I am learning more about me every day and I don't always like what I am learning about me. Sometimes, it scares me. Sometimes my love for You scares me. Sometimes, Your love for me scares me. But I am trying.

Your angel

 

[Elanor]

Dear J

Hello Colonial,
I know that there's very little chance of you ever seeing this but I really wanted to wish you a very happy birthday.

I need to tell you that I miss you, still, very much. I want to thank you for the time we had talking together, the things I learnt from you and mostly for the confidence you gave me. Confidence that I would never have had, ever, had it not been for you and how you made me feel. For the first time for many, many years I felt desirable and good about myself. I can never thank you enough for that.

I am so sorry that I was too much of a coward to e-mail you at work to talk to you one last time but please understand how scared and humiliated I was feeling. I had told M what had happened as I was obviously so upset when I received those e-mails. I would have liked to say goodbye and wish you well. I do regret that but I didn't want to make life more difficult for either of us.

I hope your life is better now for you. I really want to think that you are truly happy.
I fell a little bit in love with you I think! I do know that I will never forget you.

Take care handsome
A.

 

[intothewoods]

Dear Universe,

I know I shouldn't ask. I'm sorry. I just want it. I know, I am very lucky. My life is good. And I know I'm too impatient. I'm sorry. I'm trying to correct that. But wow, I've never actually wanted this to this degree! Last time I was a little scared, but I ended up loving everything about it, hard as it is sometimes.

Anyway, this waiting is making me nuts, and we are probably just at the beginning of this. Ok, I won't ask. But I really want to.

love,
itw

 

[PatchIsMe]

Dear X,
Yep I still think you are an ass. I wonder what ever made me think I had a chance with you, or whatever gave me the impression that you were truly interested in me? You aren't worthy of my attentions and i hope someday you will see what you have missed. Me

 

[minx1]

Dear x,

Thankyou for all of that, it really made me smile.

It's one of the nicest things ever

 

[ultramarineblue]

Dear X,

I wonder how things will go sometimes but I do not worry about it. Now that things are more clearly defined I'm ok. I do a whole lot better now. The more I know you the more I understand your caution. I know you have a lot to get under control in your life, even more than I first realized. I still have several things that I need to accomplish as well. I wonder where things will go as we are able to start working on those goals. No matter what, I'm happy now.

me

 

[BiaTcHiNFiRe]

Dear X,

wish I could lay my head down on your hairy chest and fall asleep in your arms as I have when you were here with me!
Meet me in my dreams tonight, k?

I love You!
~pet

 

[BiBunny]

Dear Xs,

I'm so tired. I'm so very tired. The exhaustion is bone-deep this time. I'm not sure what to do.

~Bunny

 

[minx1]

Dear x,

Really? Not even that?

I'm not sure what that says.

oh well, you're only 40 once. Thank fuck for that.

I think when the day comes I will do my best to avoid it.

 

[HB1965]

Dear X #1,
Why is it that I feel like I'm being ignored by you now. I don't know why this bothers me but I expected a little more communication, and a little more interest in what I've been doing then I've gotten. *sigh* I feel we have taken a step back not forward.

ME


Dear X #2,

You can't even be nice and say thank you can you. You just had to ignore me. I'm trying to let you know I'm not mad at you any more. I guess you're still mad at me. I hope you enjoy all the attention you are getting now. You could have had so much more from me. I guess I am moving on.

ME

 

[BiaTcHiNFiRe]

Dear X,

Some days I struggle how to say I love you so. Nothing I could say feels good enough and nothing I can do feels good enough. Wish I was in your arms, so I could tell you this eye to eye! That I love you and that I long for you. That I need you and crave you and I want you. That I yearn for you and I lust for you. That I am lost without you here.

The other day I had a dream about you and me. There wasn't anything sexual, but it was beautiful dream. It was just you holding me tight in your arms. And it was all. Nothing else happened. It was just you and me and LOTS of love. I felt your need of me and how you need to wrap me in your arms, and you felt how I needed your arms around me. We kissed and I cryed. Wished I could stop the time. I remeber the happiness I felt when you held me in your arms. It was beautiful and I wished it never ends. Then I woke up and realised it was just a dream, and I cryed again. It was the nicest dream I had in a long long time.

I miss You. Miss You like hell!! As the time goes by I wish for more and more of you. I wanna hug you and kiss you and touch you and feel you. Its killing me how much I need you! Cannot wait to feel your lips on mine and your big hands on my naked skin. I just wanna lay naked on my bed with you. I wanna feel you so close to me. As much as possible. I need to feel you. Inhale you. Taste you and touch you. It been so long.. sigh

I love you so much A., cannot wait to have you here with me!!!

~pet


PS: Hope I'll dream about you again tonight.

 

[ultramarineblue]

Dear cat,

Please stop knocking over my art.

 

[minx1]

Dear x,

Its difficult to focus on the positives when everything feels so temporary.

I am more worried about it now than I have ever been. Suddenly there seem to be more factors than I have ever realised. Teens...I hadn't even begun to think that was an issue.

I prefered the no ending senario. I prefered waiting a year. I prefered not knowing all that was a possibility...or a thought.

 

[minx1]

Dear M,

I think you must have a sixth sense where I am concerned. You always know.

I hope you are enjoying your life. Was good to hear from you.

Thanks for thinking of me.