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Elazar,
I’m not sure how I can blush when reading a letter, but I’ll tell you I’m blushing harder writing a response. Can I write in a whisper? Grr…
As old as I am, a ‘dick pic’ shouldn’t faze me. Especially an illustration…a very detailed illustration, but kudos on creativity. I love what you did with the shading. Sadly, I will not be responding with a ‘clit pic’, ‘quim film’, or ‘snatch sketch’. I’m too classy for such low-brow tactics…and I can’t draw a straight line with a ruler.
I do think about you, all the time. And sometimes those times are when I’m not entirely clothed, in the shower or bed, and I think about our last night together…your chin glistening with my juices, the dexterity of your tongue, how your fingers pulled and pinched my aching nipples. It’s all very hawt.
But if I’m honest with myself, and you, what tips me over the edge into blissful oblivion every time, is how warm, safe, and secure I felt with you at my back. How your body promised shelter from the world outside. How with you I feel the most…me, if that makes sense.
You make me feel like a natural Marlena. Haha
And Natural Marlena feels awful writing this, but I don’t want you to learn about it later, or from someone else. I’m fine, everyone here is fine. But there was a shooting at the Queen’s Rook last night after the charity gala for the shelter. It sucks, because the night was magical, the only thing missing was you. But I can be patient.
I had already left, and was on my way to the clubhouse, but it was scary. Three civilians were shot, and another was wounded by flying debris. They are alive and will stay that way. The brothers haven’t said yet, but I think it had to do with Gretchen, that’s Kevlar’s girlfriend. She had been shot by the father of one of her students a couple months ago and it brought heat down on him and the school where she worked. I trust the club to figure it out and keep us protected, but I think you know well that people are unpredictable when desperate. Mars has been busy, however, as soon as he comes up for air, he’ll start wrapping me in bubble wrap and refuse to let me out of his sight, or at least a club brother’s.
On a happier note, I had an ultrasound, and everything is good. Baby and baby’s landlord are both healthy. And while you and I might not be able to touch each other just yet, Rowan and Steve are going to be doing a lot of touching. Rowan claimed Steve at breakfast this morning! And he was all, I’m a Golem, fudge anybody else! It was unexpected and romantic and I think Steve was as shocked as the rest of us. Not Jupiter, of course, that man sees everything!
I hope this finds you safe. I miss you. Talk to me when you can.
Marlena