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   MRWADE.241 By Master Wade

   Letters to Monica

   Two

   Dearest Monica,

   How good to hear from you so quickly and to find with your

   letter the photographs of Patti!  That was an unexpected bonus and

   a highly pleasing one.  You are quite right that my lust for her is

   immediate, so much so that I touch myself at the thought of her

   name.  And now, by your grace, I may cast my eyes upon her image

   and allow my thoughts of her to bring me to orgasm, which I have,

   repeatedly, since recieving your packet in the last post.  How I

   envy you for being there to see the girl pose for these

   photographs!  I must admit that, in spite of her being the focus of

   my passion for these several weeks, I had failed to remember her

   fairly.  Her anus, which I do indeed long so to plunder, is much

   more beautifully kept than I had remembered.  Who, aside from my

   Monica, has more spectacularly perfect globes?  There is none, I

   should say.  Is it wrong of me to dream that she might tear

   slightly when I first enter her thusly?  I mean her no harm, of

   course, which among all, you know best, but to be her first and to

   bring the slight pain to her with compassion...would I not be your

   happy Master?  You must plan to kiss it and make it well, my slave,

   for my heart is on mining the girl.

   Forgive me if I ramble on about your Patti, but it pleases me

   to do so.  And it is not only the dark hole I desire, my pet, but

   to feel those clenching muscles again, and to know the wicked rise

   and fall of her hips.  Yes, I must fuck the little wench soon, much

   sooner than I first believed my need would require.  And who can

   blame me?  This photo...the one of her holding apart her

   thighs...does it not reveal her as one made, yea, perhaps even

   designed by some munificient creator, for nothing more excellently

   concieved or done than fucking, fucking, fucking?

   Lest I speak too plainly of your little friend, let me hasten

   to say that I would be the last to imply that she is without her

   other charms.  Of course she is bright.  Of course she is

   charitable.  Of course she is worthy of the utmost respect.  My

   only meaning is that she should be regularly pounded by regular

   courses of hard throbbing male fuck meat, and that I should be the

   one to give it to her.

   But I speak too much of Patti.  Still, there is the mouth, and

   one can hardly look upon it without wishing to sperm it.  Was it

   not liquid lust as you kissed it?  Do you not long to have it

   placed against your quivering pubis and to feel the tongue slide

   from between her lips, skewering you?  And would you not french

   kiss the girl for hours upon hours with no concern at all that you

   be fucked or made to come, but only that you might taste her kiss?

   Alas, whether from her ass, cunt, or from the seat of cleanliness

   itself, my meat must enter there and know again the feel of her

   lips and tongue against it's rim and shaft.  She must blow me, or

   else my need would pour itself out on her in blinding spurts of

   anticipation, simply from gazing upon her with such hunger.

   As lovely as the photographs are, Monica, there appears to be

   missing from your letter any news of when we will be able to enjoy

   your Patti again.  Perhaps I have failed to make my interest in her

   clear to you.  Would you speak to her soon?

   Oh yes, your reward.  I must tell you about that sometime.  Do

   remind me, won't you?

   Patiently,

   Master Wade