Been starting to get restless again. Moved to architecture with my brother (don’t think you ever met him). I’m not much for the theoretical. Found I’d rather get out there, get my hands dirty. Studying’s gotten me nowhere. Tests are easy enough, but what’s the point if you’re not doing anything with it? So I’ve been out prowling the streets, looking for some kind of trouble to get into. Not sure if you’ve heard about it. Chances are you will do. Saw Dimitri back at the old haunt. Says you haven’t left your lab in a fortnight. Broke up again, he figures. So I’m here writing this, one friend to another. Just like old times, right? All you’ll have to do is imagine me there with you.
Start off on your stomach. I’m sure you remember the way my nails bite in your skin. You can put a pillow under your hips if you like, so long as you don’t give into pressure. Not just yet. Remember the heels of my hands on your back, grinding all those places you can’t reach; between your shoulder blades, mid spine, your lower back. You like to fake that you can’t touch there because my hands are rougher. You always liked to be the pretty boy, the softer one. Pliable and elegant.
You’d be more comfortable with your shirt off, Danko. Don’t wait for me to undress. Settle yourself back down, and quit your bitching. You know you’ll like it when you let yourself relax.
Bet I can feel your ribs when I run my hands down your sides. You never were good at taking care of yourself during long hours at the university. That’s why you need someone to take care of you, and I’m here now. Your briefs slide so easily down your hips. At least your ass gives me something to grab onto. You squirm when I get you like this, even before the oil hits your body. I let it slide between your cheeks for a moment, just to tease you. I like the way you roll your hips up to me. Makes it easier when I press my finger against you. You’re only haughty until I’ve got a finger in you, then you’re rutting against me. I don’t even need to do much in the way of work. But I will. I’ll push another finger into you and spread them. Curl them. I still know where to touch to make your toes dig in the bedsheets. I’ll take it slow just to watch you buck up into me, and I’ll pull back nice and slowly.
I’ll wait until you’ve started to settle down, and fill you. I want to watch your nails dig in the bedspread, to hear you curse under your breath. Those guys you’re with never give you the right kind of satisfaction, and I can put my finger against it and push until you’re rubbing off on the pillow.
I think you’ll feel better when your cock isn’t so heavy. Think about it.
(FILL) Erotic letters (4/6)
Danya,
Been starting to get restless again. Moved to architecture with my brother (don’t think you ever met him). I’m not much for the theoretical. Found I’d rather get out there, get my hands dirty. Studying’s gotten me nowhere. Tests are easy enough, but what’s the point if you’re not doing anything with it? So I’ve been out prowling the streets, looking for some kind of trouble to get into. Not sure if you’ve heard about it. Chances are you will do.
Saw Dimitri back at the old haunt. Says you haven’t left your lab in a fortnight. Broke up again, he figures. So I’m here writing this, one friend to another. Just like old times, right? All you’ll have to do is imagine me there with you.
Start off on your stomach. I’m sure you remember the way my nails bite in your skin. You can put a pillow under your hips if you like, so long as you don’t give into pressure. Not just yet. Remember the heels of my hands on your back, grinding all those places you can’t reach; between your shoulder blades, mid spine, your lower back. You like to fake that you can’t touch there because my hands are rougher. You always liked to be the pretty boy, the softer one. Pliable and elegant.
You’d be more comfortable with your shirt off, Danko. Don’t wait for me to undress. Settle yourself back down, and quit your bitching. You know you’ll like it when you let yourself relax.
Bet I can feel your ribs when I run my hands down your sides. You never were good at taking care of yourself during long hours at the university. That’s why you need someone to take care of you, and I’m here now. Your briefs slide so easily down your hips. At least your ass gives me something to grab onto. You squirm when I get you like this, even before the oil hits your body. I let it slide between your cheeks for a moment, just to tease you. I like the way you roll your hips up to me. Makes it easier when I press my finger against you. You’re only haughty until I’ve got a finger in you, then you’re rutting against me. I don’t even need to do much in the way of work. But I will. I’ll push another finger into you and spread them. Curl them. I still know where to touch to make your toes dig in the bedsheets. I’ll take it slow just to watch you buck up into me, and I’ll pull back nice and slowly.
I’ll wait until you’ve started to settle down, and fill you. I want to watch your nails dig in the bedspread, to hear you curse under your breath. Those guys you’re with never give you the right kind of satisfaction, and I can put my finger against it and push until you’re rubbing off on the pillow.
I think you’ll feel better when your cock isn’t so heavy. Think about it.
Cheers,
Andrei