Letters

Eumenides said:
Dear Cranky,

I could suck till you had a smile on your face, but we all know the answer to that age old question. So, I'll just have to dig in my chest-o-bad-jokes. Give me a few minutes. My brain's fried, thinking of all this sucking and fucking off.

Yours Always and Forever,
Goober


Dearest Goober,

Please, anything but that!

Hiding in a corner,

Nora
 
Dear Nora,

An update on the recent carousings of Eumie and myself. You know of the cow incident. Atleast I think you do. The whole chocolate syrup and the farmer...oh well, I will let Eumie tell you that one.

Tonight we decided to join the people having a party in the grove down the street from Eu's place. We overheard the landlord saying that it would be a hoot 'n a holler...with such a glowing review we just had to attend.

Imagine our the shock to our pure and innocent selves as we saw Amelia and her elf frolicking in the meadow underneath the bright moonlight. I covered Eumie's eyes and she covered mine. Poor job we both did as we continued to watch the merriment until Amelia and her playmate fell down into the flowers out of our view.

Next thing we heard that crazy landlord off to the side, swearing at how there is always a price even with a free show and a zipper and some shuffling and all was quiet.

We went out for giant sundaes at the ice cream parlor on East and Main. We were going to bring you back some but they were all out of your favorite...but we got you some Pralines 'n Cream instead. Extra whipped cream.

Sticky and sweet,

Caly
 
Dear You-Know-Who:

I'm sorry I couldn't visit you today. My car's brakes are completely shot, so until I can get them fixed, I'm not driving much of anywhere.

I promise to make it up to you in any matter you prescribe. :)

Apologetically yours,
TB4p
 
Dear Nora,

Why won't you accept my gift of yummy egg salad in a can? I'll even try to find you some german potato salad too if that will make you happy.

Your canned-food gourmet,
Raina
 
Dearest drip drop,

there is so much I want to say to you; about our kismet, our joy, our conspiracy, my adoration, my utter awe of your perfection.

I'm not talking the idealized perfection everyone dreams of, I'm talking about the down to earth, realistic, emotional, strong, intense woman that you are.

I love your tears and your squishy, your laugh, your anger, your need.

until you, <grin> I underestimated the power of the dyke side.

mellabar
 
Dearest mellabar,

I hear your signal like a foghorn in the night. My total adoration, for you, has caused me to seek out semi-poetic (that's debatable) mumbles, as the one above.

I wish I could hold your hand.

I wanna be the easy cheese to your crackah.

Please turn on the dyke light if you need me. And may the pussforce be with you.


Love you.

Sincerely,

Dripdrop who thinks she's kinda funny at 6 am but will most likely think she's lame after the sun rises.
 
Dear Angels and Guardians of all that is Good

Please hover close to my love as she sleeps, for although I wish to be close and hold her, I can not. Let no bad dream come without standing by her through it, let no restlessness come without holding her so she finds stability under your wings, and let no horny dreams come without letting your heavenly tongues, lips, fingers and feathers take her to the big OOOOoooooo<sighsleepdream> ...

Thank you, yours sincerely

the Drake
 
Dearest and most beloved bed,

I miss you. I never thought I could miss anything or anyone quite so much. I long to be wrapped in your fluffy blankey, to feel the warm, nubby texture of your flannel sheets against my skin. To feel the soft yielding of your squishy pillow under my sleep-softened cheek.

If I were there with you now, I could close my eyes, wrap you tightly around me and lose myself in the tactile sensations of your presence.

But alas, it will be hours 'til we meet again. Hours in which I will dream longingly of your sweet embrace.

All of my love,

Nora.
 
Dear Time,

What fools you make of us. A constant you are not. Your speed varies agonizing, tempting, teasing us so. You give us time to fear, time to think, when we just want time together. When you grace us with time together you speed yourself and prevent us from thinking, keep us from doing.

Well I'm not your fool. I'm relaxed and ready. Bring what you will, I am excited, and yes nervous. But what I know is that whatever you have planned for me I can adapt. Time, you are on my side now, because I'm putting you there. There is a time for fun and to relax and just enjoy time. That is all I expect. Because I like her very much, and that's what really matters. She makes me happy, and has a way of calming me, her wit and intelligence, her inner being attracts me. I find her to be a beautiful person, and that is something that you, Time, cannot diminish but only increase.

Sincerely,
theGatsby
 
Dear Hair:

You have tortured me enough. Today, you are getting your fucking ass cut! *evil laugh*

with agression,
Amelia
 
Dear Amelia,

NOOOOO! Please don't! We'll do anything. Just put the scissors down!

Frightened,
Your Hair




TB4p
 
TheDR4KE said:
Dear Angels and Guardians of all that is Good

Please hover close to my love as she sleeps, for although I wish to be close and hold her, I can not. Let no bad dream come without standing by her through it, let no restlessness come without holding her so she finds stability under your wings, and let no horny dreams come without letting your heavenly tongues, lips, fingers and feathers take her to the big OOOOoooooo<sighsleepdream> ...

Thank you, yours sincerely

the Drake


Dear Drake,
We have you covered on all of it except for the last item. You have to take care of that one yourself when you see her next.

Cordially,

The Powers of Good.
 
Dear Friend,

For so long now you and I have connected on a level above. You have been there for me, grounded me in my truth when I could not see it myself. You've heard me at my worst and listened to some of the best. I've pushed you away, and yet when I need you, you are always there for me.

At times you know me better than I know myself. You hold my hand as I make mistakes, you console me when I feel too much. You love me.

For all that you are, for all that you do, I love you too.

With love,
theGatsby
 
Nora said:
Dearest and most beloved bed,

I miss you. I never thought I could miss anything or anyone quite so much. I long to be wrapped in your fluffy blankey, to feel the warm, nubby texture of your flannel sheets against my skin. To feel the soft yielding of your squishy pillow under my sleep-softened cheek.

If I were there with you now, I could close my eyes, wrap you tightly around me and lose myself in the tactile sensations of your presence.

But alas, it will be hours 'til we meet again. Hours in which I will dream longingly of your sweet embrace.

All of my love,

Nora.

Dear Nora,

You write to me, but give all the credit to the sheets, pillows and blankets. If I were spiteful, I'd wait until just before you reached orgiastic bliss, then I'd pop a spring through to poke you in the butt.

However, taking your letter in the spirit in which it was intended, I miss you too.

Waiting Patiently,

Your Bed.

P.S. The sheets, pillows, and blanket send thier love as well.
 
Dear raindancer,

Though you think you are strong, you still manage to feel guilty when you make a decision. It's getting old. There is nothing wrong with taking care of you. It doesn't always have to include taking care of everyone else, first.

Oh yeah, even though your ass looks huge in those jeans, you still kinda rock.

Sincerely,
One of the fucko voices
 
Dear fatassjeans,

I am in lust with you. Please don't listen to that drip drop chica. You're hot. I wanna feel the wet between your thighs again. Oh yeah, and back that ass up against my lips again.

Please come see me soon,

sincerely
a bigassedfan.
 
Dear dyke princess,

HAHAHAHA. You are the comedian of my heart.

I wanna Brickhouse with you until the break of dawn.

Sincerely,

The big Injun that could
 
Dear Injun,

I want your pussy. please give it to me. I am also going to smack that ass.

suck my,
mellabar
 
Dear Sweet Hair:

You look so good now that you've been cut. I'd like to apologize for being so angry with you, sometimes i'm irrational. Anyway, you majorly fucking rock now with the chunky red streaks..so..good work!

Love,
Amelia
 
Dearest Bedelia (and hair),

I've finally stopped procrastinating and picked a date for a central texas get together, and I would cordially like to invite you to attend. You and red_rose have first dibs on my futon. The only catch is that I get to take video.

With much love (and film!),

Nora
 
Dearest Nora,

I've considered your request for 49.95 for the Central Texas Lit-Together Best of tape. While this may seem reasonable, isn't it the season for giving, and charity? My poor pockets will be dangerously starving. Please consider a discount for lit together wannabes.

Yours,
Eumenidesluvsyou
 
Eumenides said:
Dearest Nora,

I've considered your request for 49.95 for the Central Texas Lit-Together Best of tape. While this may seem reasonable, isn't it the season for giving, and charity? My poor pockets will be dangerously starving. Please consider a discount for lit together wannabes.

Yours,
Eumenidesluvsyou

Dear Eumenides,

While I can understand why you'd presume on our friendship for a deal on a tape of hot girl-on-girl action, please rest assured that I do indeed value capitalism over friendship, as previously suspected.

Therefore, you'll not only be charged the $49.95 for the aforementioned tape, but also $5.95 shipping and handling and an additional $10 nuisance fee for even asking.

However, should you manage to git yer hiney down here that weekend to join in the action, I will give you a demo tape absolutely free.

Yours in commerce,

Nora.
 
Dear Kindergarten Teacher,

Thanks for showing me the world is a good place on this, my first real adventure away from my family. Thank you for showing me how pencils and paper work, and special thanks for showing me how crayons really work, they're great! Thank you for always having a smile for me and always helping me when I need it.

I made you a little Christmas card. It looks kinda funny and I didn't really get my letters straight and true, but it comes from the bottom of my heart. Thanks again.

:rose:
 
Dearest Nora,

While it is of my darkest fantasies to join you three lovelies for some roll play and whimpering, it is but my work and my demanding family that keeps me away from you. One day, I will set eyes on your beautiful face..and...

Shit, I can't pull off that mushy crap.

Will an I O U do?


Poverty Perving,
ME
 
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