She could hear Tom's words of soothing comfort. God he was always so patient, so loving, there were so many things she loved about him. They were well suited to each other in many ways actually. Both of them knew what they wanted from life and each other. Yes, Tom indeed was a rare soul. It was very understandable why a woman would fall in love with him. She felt his love. She felt his
comfort, his tender love making, his undying loyalty. He was a bit older than Lisa. She was 35 and he was 50. He was a beautiful person. She felt he was her soulmate. They would be together soon enough. Why is it then, that it was somehow possible for her to fall in love with another man? It sounded ludicrous. Yet when she thought about it, the older she got, the less she knew anymore.
It had been a year since she had last seen her sweetheart. They lived on opposite ends of the country. She was used to going for very long periods of time without sex. She had been extremely horny. She knew if she didn't get some great sex and soon she was going to go out of her mind. A couple friends had invited her to join them down at the new Town and Country Bar one night.
Although normally she wouldn't have bothered, she dressed up sexy and to the nines. Although she did look forward to enjoying her friend's company, this wasn't the sort of bar SHE would have chosen. Probably going to be nothing but a bunch of silly ass toy boys. Oh well, why not have a good time?
That was the night that she had met Steve. He was actually very enjoyable company! Even though he was young and not her type, (he was 24) bless his heart, she couldn't hold that against him. He was every bit the lean, tall, attractive, gorgeous, young hunk machine. Not only was he enjoyable company, he was nice looking, and he had a wonderful attitude. Her hormones started kicking in, he was sweet, both of them in need of some
uncomplicated good old fashioned dirty sex! Wouldn't you know it? He was actually good in bed! He was quite willing to please. And she could tell he thoroughly enjoyed the fact that she loved pleasuring him. What had started out as a one night stand of great sex, turned into an ongoing weekly meeting of great sex. Then somewhere along the
way, he fell head over heels in love or so he said. He had never even been in love before her. She could no longer recall at what point she realized that although she was still very much in love with Tom, Steve met way more to her than just sex. She knew it, but didn't want to admit it.
She sat at the counter, flooded with memories upon memories with both of the men she loved. This was going to be one of the hardest letters she had ever written, but finally she got around to it. Her letter began.
My Dear Precious Man,
There is so very much I want to say to you. I'm so very much in love with you. Like you, (especially being celibate for so long) I get mad horny. When I first met you, although I didn't expect it, we had some glorious sex. You got me so turned on. I thought it was great to be able to enjoy one time great sex. To my pleasant surprise, it
became a regular sexual relationship. I got to enjoy an on going, dirty, naughty, playful, eager, adventurous, toy boy, sex toy that not only loved to give and receive pleasure, but also came to love the laughter you brought to my
heart. A dash of romance, an extra spoonful of humor, a cup of naughty playfulness, extremely mad and wicked, and God forbid, but you really and truly care about people body and soul. Your heart is big, the beauty of your soul is magnificant.
When your feelings became deeper than pleasure and lust sending me to the moon and back, I knew immediately to back way the hell off and stay there. I knew better. Yet I chose to adore your special, unique qualities
more and more. I chose to fall in love with your intellectual, emotional, and sexual qualities. I chose to love the whole person to whom I desired in every way, a little bit more each and every passing day.
I knew for the long hall I wouldn't be the woman for you. Life has so much more to show you. It will give you the chance to find (at least eventually) someone who is deserving of your love, someone who is sweet to you, make
passionate love with your body, and be gentle with your heart. Yet at the same time, her flaws you can live with. She won't live 5000 miles away and she won't already have another lover. I've been around. I've seen alot and done alot.
I'm not perfect, God knows, I do have my flaws. Everything I said, everything I felt was so very real. It still is. In fact Steve, you're worth every bit of pain I feel, I know I've lost you forever. You have qualities I find so endearing you bring tears to my eyes. You brought
laughter to my soul. You brought love to my heart. You've inspired in me so much. To this day it hurts cause I feel I've been doubly untrue to my boyfriend. I have because falling in love with someone is far more serious than merely sleeping with them. He knows who I am, all my
qualities, good and bad.He knows what he wants, he's 50, and he's in love with me. Likewise, I know what I want, know his good and bad qualities. I'm very much in love with him and feel ever so fortunate to have him. Yet, to my utter agony and ecstasy, I fell very much in love with you,
but have a very different kind of love for you then I do for him. Can you understand? And, I know the longer I would have continued to be with you, the more my love would grow. This is horrible. Yet it is wonderful. My heart has
fallen sincerely, deeply, and without reservation, for two distinctly different, precious, rare, wonderful jewels. I can't begin to explain how very scary and wonderful it is at the same time.
Steve honey, I know you wouldn't know what to say to me. I know you couldn't find a way to tell me you want to let me go. Dear heart, as I've said I don't expect you to understand. I want you to know what you're dealing with.
In closing, I miss you. I'm going to miss you something fierce, my love. Yes, there will be continued pain that follows. However, I feel I am a better person for having known you, my heart. Hugs you ever so close. Gently strokes your hair, listens to the soothing sound of your
voice. As my lips brush up against your cheek, I see a silhouette, a shadow, our shadow. The way the moonlight hits the pavement, the angle of which her light casts our portrait, our shadow is that of 2 people, yet it looks like one. I hear the soft, sweet, romantic music in the
background. I'm holding you close, you're holding me tight. We're rocking back and forth, swaying to the music, the sweet romantic tune. As we hold each other, dance together, twice I softly kiss your cheek. Among the gods and goddesses of the heavens, my arms wrapped around
the man I love tight, his arms wrapped securely around me. Time has stood still, I feel blessed to be forever trapped in blissful eternity. Silent tears are running down my cheeks, the only thing preventing me from gazing deep into your eyes for a second before planting my lips
against yours, then closing my eyes, surrendering my body and my heart to you completely as our lips, tongues, and hearts melt, trapped in this bliss together.
Silent tears running down my cheeks. Why in God's name should these emotions be so powerful? Of course, I knew I wouldn't be able to put off kissing you for long. Just as I knew you would, you take my chin in your hand for a kiss and you see my tear streaked face. You look bewildered for a split second, then you comfort me with
your arms, and one by one you begin to kiss my tears away. I love you more and more each day, each hour, each minute, each second of the day. Finally, the last time I see your face is forever etched in my memory. You've wiped all my tears away with your lips. You look so incredibly handsome the way the moonlight is cast upon your face.
Your dearly masculine, sensual, lovely face. Leaning towards me, arms wrapped around each other in a permanent embrace, your lips meet mine, we kiss for eternity. What I have to tell you is hardly adequate, but I'm so wrapped up, so lost in you. My heart, my joy, my love, my passion, my heartache, my playful boy. I love you.
Lisa
8/28/00
comfort, his tender love making, his undying loyalty. He was a bit older than Lisa. She was 35 and he was 50. He was a beautiful person. She felt he was her soulmate. They would be together soon enough. Why is it then, that it was somehow possible for her to fall in love with another man? It sounded ludicrous. Yet when she thought about it, the older she got, the less she knew anymore.
It had been a year since she had last seen her sweetheart. They lived on opposite ends of the country. She was used to going for very long periods of time without sex. She had been extremely horny. She knew if she didn't get some great sex and soon she was going to go out of her mind. A couple friends had invited her to join them down at the new Town and Country Bar one night.
Although normally she wouldn't have bothered, she dressed up sexy and to the nines. Although she did look forward to enjoying her friend's company, this wasn't the sort of bar SHE would have chosen. Probably going to be nothing but a bunch of silly ass toy boys. Oh well, why not have a good time?
That was the night that she had met Steve. He was actually very enjoyable company! Even though he was young and not her type, (he was 24) bless his heart, she couldn't hold that against him. He was every bit the lean, tall, attractive, gorgeous, young hunk machine. Not only was he enjoyable company, he was nice looking, and he had a wonderful attitude. Her hormones started kicking in, he was sweet, both of them in need of some
uncomplicated good old fashioned dirty sex! Wouldn't you know it? He was actually good in bed! He was quite willing to please. And she could tell he thoroughly enjoyed the fact that she loved pleasuring him. What had started out as a one night stand of great sex, turned into an ongoing weekly meeting of great sex. Then somewhere along the
way, he fell head over heels in love or so he said. He had never even been in love before her. She could no longer recall at what point she realized that although she was still very much in love with Tom, Steve met way more to her than just sex. She knew it, but didn't want to admit it.
She sat at the counter, flooded with memories upon memories with both of the men she loved. This was going to be one of the hardest letters she had ever written, but finally she got around to it. Her letter began.
My Dear Precious Man,
There is so very much I want to say to you. I'm so very much in love with you. Like you, (especially being celibate for so long) I get mad horny. When I first met you, although I didn't expect it, we had some glorious sex. You got me so turned on. I thought it was great to be able to enjoy one time great sex. To my pleasant surprise, it
became a regular sexual relationship. I got to enjoy an on going, dirty, naughty, playful, eager, adventurous, toy boy, sex toy that not only loved to give and receive pleasure, but also came to love the laughter you brought to my
heart. A dash of romance, an extra spoonful of humor, a cup of naughty playfulness, extremely mad and wicked, and God forbid, but you really and truly care about people body and soul. Your heart is big, the beauty of your soul is magnificant.
When your feelings became deeper than pleasure and lust sending me to the moon and back, I knew immediately to back way the hell off and stay there. I knew better. Yet I chose to adore your special, unique qualities
more and more. I chose to fall in love with your intellectual, emotional, and sexual qualities. I chose to love the whole person to whom I desired in every way, a little bit more each and every passing day.
I knew for the long hall I wouldn't be the woman for you. Life has so much more to show you. It will give you the chance to find (at least eventually) someone who is deserving of your love, someone who is sweet to you, make
passionate love with your body, and be gentle with your heart. Yet at the same time, her flaws you can live with. She won't live 5000 miles away and she won't already have another lover. I've been around. I've seen alot and done alot.
I'm not perfect, God knows, I do have my flaws. Everything I said, everything I felt was so very real. It still is. In fact Steve, you're worth every bit of pain I feel, I know I've lost you forever. You have qualities I find so endearing you bring tears to my eyes. You brought
laughter to my soul. You brought love to my heart. You've inspired in me so much. To this day it hurts cause I feel I've been doubly untrue to my boyfriend. I have because falling in love with someone is far more serious than merely sleeping with them. He knows who I am, all my
qualities, good and bad.He knows what he wants, he's 50, and he's in love with me. Likewise, I know what I want, know his good and bad qualities. I'm very much in love with him and feel ever so fortunate to have him. Yet, to my utter agony and ecstasy, I fell very much in love with you,
but have a very different kind of love for you then I do for him. Can you understand? And, I know the longer I would have continued to be with you, the more my love would grow. This is horrible. Yet it is wonderful. My heart has
fallen sincerely, deeply, and without reservation, for two distinctly different, precious, rare, wonderful jewels. I can't begin to explain how very scary and wonderful it is at the same time.
Steve honey, I know you wouldn't know what to say to me. I know you couldn't find a way to tell me you want to let me go. Dear heart, as I've said I don't expect you to understand. I want you to know what you're dealing with.
In closing, I miss you. I'm going to miss you something fierce, my love. Yes, there will be continued pain that follows. However, I feel I am a better person for having known you, my heart. Hugs you ever so close. Gently strokes your hair, listens to the soothing sound of your
voice. As my lips brush up against your cheek, I see a silhouette, a shadow, our shadow. The way the moonlight hits the pavement, the angle of which her light casts our portrait, our shadow is that of 2 people, yet it looks like one. I hear the soft, sweet, romantic music in the
background. I'm holding you close, you're holding me tight. We're rocking back and forth, swaying to the music, the sweet romantic tune. As we hold each other, dance together, twice I softly kiss your cheek. Among the gods and goddesses of the heavens, my arms wrapped around
the man I love tight, his arms wrapped securely around me. Time has stood still, I feel blessed to be forever trapped in blissful eternity. Silent tears are running down my cheeks, the only thing preventing me from gazing deep into your eyes for a second before planting my lips
against yours, then closing my eyes, surrendering my body and my heart to you completely as our lips, tongues, and hearts melt, trapped in this bliss together.
Silent tears running down my cheeks. Why in God's name should these emotions be so powerful? Of course, I knew I wouldn't be able to put off kissing you for long. Just as I knew you would, you take my chin in your hand for a kiss and you see my tear streaked face. You look bewildered for a split second, then you comfort me with
your arms, and one by one you begin to kiss my tears away. I love you more and more each day, each hour, each minute, each second of the day. Finally, the last time I see your face is forever etched in my memory. You've wiped all my tears away with your lips. You look so incredibly handsome the way the moonlight is cast upon your face.
Your dearly masculine, sensual, lovely face. Leaning towards me, arms wrapped around each other in a permanent embrace, your lips meet mine, we kiss for eternity. What I have to tell you is hardly adequate, but I'm so wrapped up, so lost in you. My heart, my joy, my love, my passion, my heartache, my playful boy. I love you.
Lisa
8/28/00
