Hello friends!
I’ve been recovering from oral surgery for the last week, which has slowed me down more than expected. Thankfully I’m on the mend and starting to feel better, but it’s certainly taken its toll!
All that aside, I occasionally look through older stories and find things I really enjoy that I might not have shared widely when I wrote them. And I thought this might be a good place to share them as special additional letters along with new stories.
Maybe some of these can be read during the light of day. If folks enjoy it, I might come up with a new name for daytime letters that have a bit of that sweet romanticism that I often try to mix in with dirtier things. Maybe I’ll just call it “The Light of Day.”
This one is called Falling Like Snow.
Falling Like Snow
It was nearly three in the morning when she snuck into my room and climbed into bed with me. I could see the snow falling out the window and the quiet was almost deafening. The fire had burned down to embers and most of our friends had passed out wherever they found space.
“He’s sleeping,” she whispered as she wrapped her arms around me. I kissed her nose and pulled her closer, her naked body instantly warm against my own.
“Remind me why you’re dating him and not me?” I asked. I slid one hand down her back to the soft curve of her ass. She lifted a leg and sighed as my knee fit into place.
“You never asked,” she said. “Besides, we’re just friends. Even if I love you.”
“I want you this time,” I whispered, feeling her fingers wrap around my cock. “I’m tired of pretending we’re just friends.”
I rolled her to her back, her legs open around me as I kissed her mouth. I pushed her hair behind an ear, gently bit her lip, and rubbed my cock against the lips of her cunt. We had come close a million times, but we always stopped at the last moment. Sometimes it was guilt, but most often it was something else. If we put him aside and simply gave in to ourselves we’d have to live with what came next. If I did it–if we did it–we’ve have to make a choice for the first time since we kissed. Stealing smiles and groping in the dark would no longer be enough.
“You know what will happen,” she whispered, arching her back and opening her legs wider. She pressed against me too, the head of my cock just barely pushing inside her.
“I don’t,” I moaned, kissing her as I hovered above her, wanting her more than I had ever wanted anything. “I have no idea what will happen.”
Seconds later I felt her envelop me as I crushed my mouth against hers. She screamed through our kiss as I moved fully inside her, and I could feel my eyes water. Her hands on my shoulders, her breasts against my bare skin, and our bodies entwined for the first time, we were less than perfect and more than broken. When I leaned up enough to look into her eyes she was crying too as I thrust within her. I kissed her tears, buried my face in her neck, and reveled in the sensation of her skin around me.
“Don’t come,” she said, stopping in the middle with a hand on my chest. I paused completely, looking down at our joined bodies. It was cold in the room and goosebumps stood raised on her shoulders and breasts in spite of the sweat covering her skin. She touched my face, her thumb running along my lips.
“I don’t want to know what happens next. I don’t want to know how we’ll fuck it up,” she said.
“Me neither,” I said, leaning down and kissing her face once more. “Let’s just stay like this. Just like this.”
I looked at her for a long time, trying not to move. Trying not to come and trying not to breath. Trying not to let time pass at all. Trying to do anything that might let us simply fall through the night sky, drifting as lightly and slowly as the snowflakes out the window
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