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Now I am Gone
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Now I am Gone
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I'm giving this letter to Steve to deliver to you, sealed, a month after I die. So that you know, I'm typing this on April 6. You're away getting my prescriptions filled. I love you. Well, when we got married, we promised to "cleave only onto him/her so long as you both shall live." I've kept my promise -- I'll have neither opportunity nor energy to break it in the next few weeks -- and I truly believe that you've kept yours. Now I am gone, your promise has expired with me. If you want to put up a headstone, go ahead. I don't care either way. The one monument I explicitly do not want is a dried up widow. You are full of life; I loved that -- still love that as I'm writing this; stay full of life. Being full of life included sex. It still does. Find another man who will kiss you until his kisses hit the spot below your left ear. You'll feel special when he does, and he -- if has more sensitivity than a cabbage -- will feel special, too. The man who finds the spot will have to kiss you a lot before he does. Give him that chance. Indeed, give several men that chance. Choose among them. Give any man who finds that spot access to your body. You're a generous woman -- don't turn niggardly now. Go back on the pill. I know that you regret as much as I do that my diagnosis came too late for us. Being on the pill was, however, our decision, and our mistake. The world needs another generation of Cheryls, but only a generation with an active father. Find that father. More important, find the man that will love you. When you find him, love him as you loved me. Welcome him with open arms. If he will kiss all of you, and all of you is eminently kissable, kiss all of him. As you loved me, you loved my cock. If you love him, love his cock. And welcome him with open legs. I didn't kiss quite all of you. The outer lips are delightful; kissing your clit got me the most enchanting responses. But the depths were only available to my fingers and cock. And the happiest minutes of my life were spent with my cock in those depths. You were so warm, so smooth, so responsive -- so welcoming. Don't think that honoring me means being less welcoming to another. When you've shared the foreplay, and you've both enjoyed the foreplay, and he's brought you to the wonderful state of arousal that you're so capable of, and you've brought him to the state of arousal that you managed for me so well and so often, then open your depths to him. Give him that ecstatic pleasure that you gave me while my strength was capable of it. And, if he gives you the ecstasy you got with me, consider joining with him permanently. And, if he does not, consider rejecting him permanently. For you are capable of that ecstasy; you deserve that ecstasy; the world deserves to have an ecstatic Cheryl in it. If your first selection can't provide it, look for another. And, when you have found a possibility, welcome that one into your life, into your arms, into your vagina. I didn't really want to have a funeral, darling, but I know it will soon be necessary. I certainly don't want to have a Hindu funeral, and there is no necessity at all. Don't burn yourself on my pyre, Cheryl. Live in the world as brightly as I know you can. In love and regret, your Dan. |
The end Now I Am Gone Uther Pendragon nogardnePrethU@gmail.com 2010/11/22 For another story written in epistolary form, This story is indexed on the subdirectory: Wedded Lust Uther's stories about marriage The directory to all my stories can be found at: Index to Uther Pendragon's Website |