Dear(your name here)

wickedlady31

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I’ve had my fill with pathetic men like you. Uttering promises you have no intentions to keep. Saying flattery to win ‘me’ over in hopes I was desperate enough to buy the garbage that oozes from your lips. Save your breath, I am done listening. I am done pacifying your needs and receiving nothing. I am done trying to please you, hoping you will be happy with me.

Tonight, I am going out hunting for something worth my while. I will put on that slinky black dress; you know the one with the spaghetti straps that you love so much because the straps constantly fall down my shoulder. It is time I have myself a little fun. I am going to grab a man by his neck tie and lure him into a dark room, maybe a closet. I am going wrap my arms tightly around his neck and bring his lips to mine as my long leg wraps around his hip. I am going to make him grow inside his pants and push his growth against my hot and eager loins. My warm breath on his flesh will make him want me even more. My tongue will probe his mouth as my hands clench at his ass. I will grind against his cock and feel it harden even more. I will then fish it out of his pants and stroke, choke and jerk at it. I will make him want to cum, but not allow the pleasure of it. As I feel it swell even more, I will stop, push him away and leave him there clutching at himself in the dark. And then I will come home smelling like another man. You will smell him on me, and wonder just what I did. I will smile at your pathetic face, and roll over.
 
Dear( non lit)

And again today with your shite.It has become almost comical what comes out of your mouth.
You cannot and willnot destroy me.I no longer will be angry with anything you say for that gives you my power.
I will behave as I always have with this,,with grace and class;two things you lack and always will.
This will be the last Christmas you will ever see me.Go to hell,go fuck yourself and leave me the fuck alone.
No woman will ever do for you what I did.I dont care if you win 99999 million dollars in the lottery tommrow,I am still leaving you.
You nearly destroyed my heart,soul and shattered my self confidence.You are a sick person and you need therapy.
I would hate you,but that takes too much effort and you are NOT worth it.
As the song goes."you aint worth the salt in my tears"
And so this is Christmas..and what have YOU done?
 
Dear (Lit and non Lit)

Thank you for your friendship, for being there for me when I needed you. For your shoulder that I've leant on so many times, and your ear that was always ready to listen to me, and for your heart that's big and loving. You are a friend, and I value you.

Merry Christmas.
 
Dear (Yes you were…very)

By the time you read this, I'll be maxing out your credit card for a change. I'm sorry for doing this, but it fulfils my sadistic fantasies in a way that you never did.

I know this might comes as a bit of a surprise to you - especially because you’re such a materialistic, self-absorbed bitch. And I'm truly sorry – but you see, I just need hot sex with someone who can give a burning kiss without having a cigarette in her mouth.

I think you're fantastic, really I do… it’s just I don't think we're right for each other.

First of all, we're not compatible. You're a Leo and with me being an Aquarian it’s obvious I don’t believe in astrology. Secondly, you like making children cry, enjoy shoving fireworks through the letterboxes of the elderly and shaking tin-cans in the street pretending to be collecting for charity.

I only like doing two of those things.

But you know what? I still want us to be good friends of a friend. We can file restraining orders and everything. I mean, we did have some good times, I’ll always keep the credit card bills that you ran up on my account.

Now listen, please don’t go all Aileen Wuornos. (That means no holding my father hostage this time)

So take care of yourself - and please have as many Botox injections in one session as you’d like…remember, the Doctors guidelines can be exceeded.

Yours no more.

Kylan
 
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