June’s Entry
June’s Entry
Place: Arizona/in the Caprice
Zaria,
I made it another day, and that means another day I got to spend with you.
You’re sleeping right now, and you're snoring your ass off. It’s a little loud, but I’ll give your ass a pass.
Watching you sleep, not knowing if I will still have breath in my body when you wake up?
That shit hit different. For so many reasons, I don’t know that our reintroduction is one I would ever forget.
To see you hold a nigga’s big boy toy was one of the highlights, but to give me something like that succulent made a nigga want to devour that vegan pussy where you stood.
Haha, goddamn, was all I could say. Shit, honestly, it’s been two years since I’ve felt a warm center around me, and if God wills it, you will allow me the pleasure.
The pleasure of pleasing you the way you need.
Hell, maybe it’s the other way around. I got a confession, Z.
I’ve never made love before. I know the shit sounds crazy, right?
I was destroyed at a young age. My manhood wasn’t mine, and since then, I treated what I knew about sex as just that.
I mean, yeah, I studied the art of making love and shit, but to experience it, no.
So, if we do take it there, just be easy on a nigga.
I’m not a lover, but I can be romantic if you let me.
My desires run deeper than missionary, baby.
June is a different breed, and as much as we are compatible in other ways, I hope we are too behind closed doors.
Tonight will be different than Christmas, as we will share a bed. I must say I am nervous, but I’m still a G. Ha! Remember, even if we don’t get to explore each other tonight, know that my body is forever yours whenever you're ready.
Last, thank you. Thank you for taking a chance on me by coming on this trip. Thank you for seeing something in me that I don’t see in myself, which is life.
Remember, my pen will say it first. I love you, beautiful, more than my words can compare. Now, let me grab this room.
Signed,
Mr. Fucking Calloway