Letter #1 - Distracted

Good morning, Distracted...

How many times, I wonder, have I thought of you over the time we've known each other, even in space? I don't put anyone on a pedestal, and I won't start now. But I admit that there have been times when I've thought of you incessantly. The appeal you offer in your words...the feeling of passion you place into each thought...and then when I received the privilege of your gorgeous picture...well, all of it adds up to quite a woman. I imagine you this way.... You are on a patio or porch. You wear light clothing of deep colors. You have a glass of wine and you are simply waiting. For whomever shows up, for whatever good company arrives, and you are ready from the beginning for pleasure and for pleasing and being pleased. You can't get any earthier than that, and that is SO hot to me.

The things that grabbed me from the beginning are your enjoyment of both sexes (almost unconditionally) and your vulnerability. First...your bisexual nature is so incredibly attractive and probably is to both sexes. I'm sure that even if I didn't own such an open and tolerant attitude, I would be really happy simply watching you enjoy either a man or a woman or both at once. There aren't many like you in the world, so I hope you revel in your uniqueness. The constant passion you share...Jesus, woman, I'd LOVE a piece of that...:)

But moreover, you own this stark vulnerability that you unconsciously incorporate into your psyche and make it a strength of your character. You have a wonderful way of questioning what you are experiencing that shows the soft side...almost like a young girl...while you throw it into the mix and figuratively, if not literally say "Fuck it...let's see what happens!" Oh my God, how utterly attractive and alluring that is to me, and it offers no doubt at all that you are a woman of emotional substance. And when too many of us out here are superficial, that's a benchmark.

To grab your hips...to shove my cock in you from behind...to slap your ass and make that sound ring from the strength of its noise...to hear your voice in gutter lust enjoying every slow shove, every rapid thrust...and to know that you would like it anyway that I would offer it...well, there you are. To grab your thick hair and make you swallow up my cock and know that you are eagerly wanting to please me...To line up all your lovely toys and just watch you work them in and out and for yourself....well, I make no bones about it, honey, I would love to enjoy you. And lap you up and make you find that place after orgasm that you love so much. There will come a time, you see.

No matter whether it's Sir or She in your life...you still can call me Ron and keep inside you the fact that I think you're a real free spirit, one with whom I easily identify. Now...we need to find some way to cut the miles a bit. Let time take care of that.



Your Friend.....Ron