Dear Joan
I just want to fuck you so badly.
Every time you walk into a room your mere presence drives me insane with wanting. When I sit and watch your gently curved, pouting lips all I can do is imagine them tasting me, tasting you. It would lead to so many questions and heartache and yet more confusion but seeing you in that dress cinched tight around your thighs just confirms what I've always known...
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