Chapter 10
Avery
Uptown, Emberford
My dearest Avery,
You are so naughty! I’m going to remind you that the prison staff reads the letters going in and out. I don’t really give a shit, but just wanted to make sure you remembered that these are not necessarily private.
And fine, MY TURN!
If you were my cellmate, I would wait until after lights out, and then I would sneak over to your bunk and slip under your blanket with you. I would grab your face and kiss your lips until they parted, and then I’d lick into your open mouth and swallow your breath.
You’d have me so hard as I ground against you under the sheet. I’d work my way down your throat and neck with my tongue and teeth until you were squirming. I’d reach down between our bodies and squeeze your dick through your clothes, and you’d gasp…
If I write much more, this letter is likely going to get swiped, and you’ll never see it. But please know that thoughts of doing things to your body and making you come undone fill most of my free time.
I dream about holding you and falling asleep with my arms wrapped around your body. Or with your head on my chest—I think about that a lot. Just lying around lazily with our arms and legs tied in knots.
I wish there wasn’t so much between us… like literal bars, and guards, and brick walls and barbed wire. I also think about how we’ve known each other for two years now, but we’ve never met.
It’s wild to me that I’ve never felt like I’ve been this close to another person in my entire life.
Thank you, my sweet Avery, for keeping me going with your letters.
With love,
James