Wednesday, March 26, 2008

One-Hundred-Eighty-Two

F O U N D . . . Brad’s last letter to Jenn

Dear Jenn

I know the counselor said we shouldn’t contact each other during our “cooling off” period, but i couldn’t wait anymore. The day you left, i swore I’d never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded little boy in me talking. Still, i never wanted to be the first one to make contact. In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me. I guess my pride needed that. But now i see that my pride’s cost me a lot of things. I’m tired of pretending i don’t miss you. I don’t care about looking bad anymore. I don’t care who makes the first move as long as one of us does. Maybe it’s time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And this is what my heart says: “There’s no one like you, Jenn.” I look for u in the eyes and breasts of every woman i see , but they’re not you. They’re not even close.

Two weeks ago i met this girl at the gym and brought her home with me. I don’t say this to hurt you , but just to illustrate the depth of my desperation. She was young ,maybe 19, with one of those perfect bodies that only youth and mabye a childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean , just a perfect body. Tits like you wouldn’t believe and an ass that just wouldn’t quit. Every man’s dream , right? But as i sat on the couch being blown by this stunner, i thought, look at the stuff we’ve made important in our lives. It’s all so superficial. What does a perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed? Well, in this case , yes, but you see what i’m getting at. Does it make her a better person? Does she have a better heart than my 30 something Jenn? I doubt it. And i’d never really thought of that before. I don’t know , maybe i’m just growing up a little.

Later, after i tossed her about a half a pint of throat yogurt, i found myself thinking, “Why do i feel so drained and empty?” It wasn’t just her flawless technique ore her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else. Some nagging feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it hit me. It didn’t feel the same because you weren’t there to watch. Do you know what i mean? Nothing feels the same without you. Jenn, i’m just going crazy without you. And everything i do just reminds me of you.

Do you remember Carol, that single mom we met at Acapulco last year? Well , she dropped by last week with a pan of lasagna. She said she figured i wasn’t eating right without a woman around. I didn’t know what she meant till later, but that’s not the real story. Anyway, we had a few glasses of wine ane the next thing you know, we’re banging away in our old bedroom. And this tart’s a total monster in the sack. She’s giving me everything, you know, like a real woman does when she’s not hung up about her weight or her career and whether the neighbours can hear us. And all of a sudden, she spots that tilting mirror on your grandmother’s old vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we straddle it, right , so we can watch ourselves. And it’s totally hot, but it makes me sad , too. Cause i can’t help thinking , “why didn’t Jenn ever put the mirror on the floor?” We’ve had this old vanity for what, 2 years, and we never used it as a sex toy.

Saturday i took a trip to Paris. I bumped into Angelina Jolie. She’s got a pretty good head on her shoulders and she’s been a real friend to me during this painful time. She’s given me lots of good advice about you and about women in general. She’s pulling for us to get back together, Jenn, she really is. So we’re doing jell-0-shots in a hot bubble bath and talking about happier times. Here’s the hottest woman in the world and all i can do is think how she looked like you when u were younger. And that just about makes me cry. And then it turns out Angelina’s really into the whole anal thing, that gets me thinking about how many times i pressured you about trying it and how that probably fueled some of the bitterness between us. But, do you see how even when i’m thrusting inside the pretties cinnamon ring in the world all i can do is think of you? It’s true, Jenn. In your heart you must know it

Don’t you think we could start over? Just wipe out all the grievances away and start fresh.

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Sincerely.
Eve and JW3 and Mélisande
Dirty Girl Things ©
Unrepentant.  Unpretentious.  Unconventional. ©

Sunday, March 23, 2008

One-Hundred-Eighty-One

YOU’RE MY EVERYTHING...

Do you remember when was the first time...

I got you in my camera?

How sexy was the pictures sequence?

Do you remember...

How erotic they still are today?

You really were something that day...

You are my everything...

Today...

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( from Sharing Sexual Flash Moments )

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Sincerely.
Eve and JW3 and Mélisande
Dirty Girl Things ©
Unrepentant.  Unpretentious.  Unconventional. ©

One-Hundred-Eighty

Delirium tremendus...

She got the courage of execute her sexual fantasy...

She dreamed about making sex with two guys...

At the same time...

And getting possessed by them…

At the same time...

She did it last night, with nearly forty years old, at last…

It was the case to say:

DELIRIUM TREMENDUS!...

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( from Sharing Sexual Flash Moments )

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Sincerely.
Eve and JW3 and Mélisande
Dirty Girl Things ©
Unrepentant.  Unpretentious.  Unconventional. ©

Thursday, March 06, 2008

One-Hundred-Seventy-Nine

All you need is love…

Our life experience is like a chest of drawers…

Each drawer a personal achievement objective…

Having some full up doesn’t make you up on those who are empty…

You feel incomplete with those drawers empty…

You look for what you need the most…

Most of the people in the net use the sex drawer but not love’s one…

All you need is love…

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( from Sharing Sexual Flash Moments )

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Sincerely.
Eve and JW3 and Mélisande
Dirty Girl Things ©
Unrepentant.  Unpretentious.  Unconventional. ©

Sunday, March 02, 2008

One-Hundred-Seventy-Eight

My jet set girl…

I never thought…

That a so sophisticated and fine girl like you…

Would fuck so damn good…

So much better than many depraved girls I met in my sexual past experiences…

I’ll keep you in my mind…

My jet set girl…

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( from Sharing Sexual Flash Moments )

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Sincerely.
Eve and JW3 and Mélisande
Dirty Girl Things ©
Unrepentant.  Unpretentious.  Unconventional. ©