Dear Trevor, 

I just thought I'd write you an actual letter, and I am a little giddy right now. The wine? Maybe. Yes, I do think you are attractive and I just love your honesty. You are a perfect gentleman I might add. You say you are inexperienced but I feel like you are in some ways wise beyond your years. I think that your poem was beautiful and I really am impressed by all you said about how you honor and respect women. Like I said, a perfect gentleman.

That said, I wanted to just say something that ive been thinking about: Lust. Lust is such a powerful force in the lives of both men and women, and I think you are perhaps too polite or too nice or in some way in denial of the basic truth of it.. we you and I are sexual creatures. And lust and the sexual experessions of it can be such beautiful and powerful experiences.  OH-MY-GOD and FUN!  

I've just been thinking about you. You are 22. You are a virgin. You are this amazing beautiful athletic specemin of a man. I am 35. I have had some wonderful experienes and have the benefit to offer that I know what I like and am not going to play games like many women your age. There's something else I have been thinking of. Something more base but no less important. Your balls. I think you may not even realize it but for a young man his balls are literally taking over his life. His mind. Hormones. Oh, and by the way, something else. Speaking just from a sheer physical standpoint, did you know this is true: that your balls produce more semen than they can contain within your body?  I think you might be aware of this fact; even if you attempt to hold it back, you probably will have a wet dream and it will release and replenish equally as fast.  It is such a beautiful thing, as such, how a man's body can provide him with such a beautiful reward for releasing what must happen... orgasms. And how women are capable of such beautiful and reciprocal rewards.. our orgasms. It is nature really just telling us we should be experiencing these beautiful powerful (practical i might add) things together. 

Trevor I don't want to wait any longer or mince words. We need to do something. This thursday, I would like you to come over. Just you, don't worry about a thing. And it will just be the two of us. Kim is gone for the week. We will have a dinner together and just stay in. I will wear a nice somewhat short cocktail dress. And no bra. You will be able to see my nipples poking through it because I am already just turned on thinking about it. And by the way. Under the dress, I will not be wearing any panties.  You will be able to, as I will show you, put your hands on my thighs, and slide them all the way up so that you are feeling my naked ass. And slide your hands forward and your thumbs will feel my cute trim little patch of fur. 

Trevor, I call this little dress I am talking about my fuck dress. Do you know why? It is because I like to be FUCKED in it. Up it. I hope im not overwhelming you, but I do want you to have something to think about through the next couple days. The certainty of something. The certainty of how, at a certain time in the evening on Thursday, our conversation will stop, and the erect tip of your penis will find its way, sliding right up between the slippery lips of my CUNT as I sit in your lap in my fuck-dress. And we willmove together. And I will be there, moving up and down and up and down on you until the beautiful inevitable.  Until that big fucking cock of yours releases another FAT LOAD of your CUM right up into me.  And if you like it, we can do it again. Many many many times. -Kessandra