Email To: Her
From: Annie
Hey gorgeous.
Don’t even pretend to be surprised, you so knew I would email you straight back. Well, not exactly straight back, giggles, my puss distracted me.
I just can’t help myself anymore. Not that I seriously tried, your emails were catnip right from the start.
And now, you ask? Well now your emails aren’t just words anymore; fuck, once again you emailed me a scrumptious orgasm.
Do you remember how surprised we were early on? Surprised at being not surprised; yes, that does make sense. Everything you wrote found an echo in me. And likewise, I seemed to have trodden your path.
I’ve never told you my silliness at first; weirdly worried I’d found a displaced sibling. We have so few boundaries, but incest really isn’t our thing.
I adore how we continue to colonise our language; libidinous, salacious, licentious, lascivious. And that is just you.
Do you remember the first time? Stop it; I mean the first email, you tease. I know you remember your virginity lost; the way you wrote, it was like I was there.
Such a sweet first email saying wonderful things; flattery is this writer’s drug of choice. That set our destiny right from that start. Yes, it so did, revealing the first link in the chain that connects us.
You must remember my nice reply? I added that personal titbit just for you. Not foreseeing that was like stepping on a luge; yes, that is what our email chain then became. Together on revelations’ slippery slope; sliding through twists and turns, ever faster; the joy of relinquishing control.
I don’t want to get all Gutenberg on you; yes, your emails do materialise in standard form. But that isn’t how I see them; no not at all. Not the printing press, you are more like a monk.
I know what you are thinking, as I envisage a pout. The monk’s chaste life has never been ours. But you do seem like the Venerable Bede. All parchment and quill, a personal view, the history longhand. Though, we are so not ecclesiastical; perhaps I’ve pushed that analogy too far.
Do you know of the Goddess Inanna? She revealed her nakedness in seven sexy stages. She really does remind me of you.
Yet it isn’t your body I am thinking about. We quickly formed a clear picture of each other; you lasered not shaved while I am taller, blonder, broader shouldered too. I know you are as gorgeously cute as you seem to find me.
Of course, our boobs would be the same size. Giggles, we so share the quarter cup as our weapon of mass seduction.
Rather, you stripped away pretence, progressively unveiling your life’s sexual journey. Likewise, my secrets aren’t secrets when I email you. That drove our slippery slide into our special place.
Sitting out the usual posturing dance has liberated me. One part now flows particularly free. Yes, you minx, you know where I mean.