Letter 1
Dear Sam,
I am squeezed and choked by the words you throw at me. I anticipate death in every encounter with you. But, it ends up with me being excited to an orgasmic level. I am tired but I expel wordlings from my body. It dances to the rhythm of unheard music with the strings of lust. Oh, mine! I am totally defenseless to your words. I am elevated to the peak and reduced to a dust particle at the same time when I listen to your voice.
All I want is to be away and be with you at the same time.
I am in love.
Yours.
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