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Here’s a fun fact for you though—we’ve tried them all. But practice makes perfect, as they say. Maybe tonight when I get to the rental apartment I’ll google how to ride your man’s cock like a wild cowgirl.

Love,

Your dirty girl, Josie

My very dirty girl,

We should have a viewing party when you get to that rental. I’ll be waiting.

Wes

January 13

Dear Wesley,

Trying to wipe the freshly fucked grin off my face as I head into my third week of work. You’re as voracious with long-distance sex as you are in person. And as I walk into the library in the freezing cold of New England—seriously, this place is Antarctica levels, and I think my nipples are perma-hard here—I’m still thinking of the things you said last night, and the way you looked. Have I mentioned I love FaceTime? They should rename it FuckTime though.

Love,

Josie

Josie,

What did you say? I was thinking of your perma-hard nipples and my brain went offline.

Also, I’m about to get on that cushy plane for a road trip. It’s to the East Coast, but the wrong part. The big toe of Florida. If I were any closer I’d sneak off and see you. Not just because of the nips though. Because I fucking miss you every day and as much as I love FuckTime, I want the real thing.

Love, Wes

January 21

Dear Wesley,

I have an intern! She’s amazing. Her name is Penelope, she’s a mom to a ten-year-old boy, and she went back to school at age thirty-two to get her master’s degree. I adore her. She loves shoes, makeup, books, and her kid, though not in that order of course. We’re working on the digitization initiatives together and yesterday, we nerded out over metadata and how to best organize a catalog. It was heaven!

Then, we went to a taco shop with her son (who loves hockey, but the Boston team), and I asked them to turn on your game, and I seriously went wild when my boyfriend scored a goal. Penelope said, “That’s a boyfriend goal for you.”

That felt sort of apropos. To the game and also to you.

Love, Josie

Josie,

Got back to the hotel room late and crashed hard. The thought of you watching my game is still the hottest thing ever—you better have worn my jersey. Only a few more weeks now till I can see you again. P.S. I called Thalia to see if she needed help at any more Friends of the Library fundraisers, so I’ll be serving pancakes again next weekend.

Xo

Wes

Dear Wesley,

And I love you even more for volunteering at the library. I will reward you with several extra blow jobs. Wait. That’s a reward for me, too, given how much I love your dick.

Josie

Josie,

My dick loves you too, so it’s a reward for both of us.

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