Page 81 of A Slice of Love

One of mine is watching you get off with a toy that I control.

Today, I ordered you a vibrator.

You don’t know this yet because it won’t get there until tomorrow.

So that means you also don’t know that I had the controller sent here.

Fuck, I can picture you blushing while reading this, and it has my dick aching.

Shit. Now I’m hard and you’re calling and I’m not asking for another video chat until you have that vibrator.

So just remember when you’re reading this later, I had a boner the entire time we talked.

I’m pathetic.

Jonas isn’t here and he’s causing me to ache.

When his gift arrived, I almost didn’t open it because I knew I hadn’t ordered anything.

He was right—I did blush when I saw the toy.

Then I used it…without him.

I couldn’t stop myself.

I pulled it right out of the package, charged it, and took it for a spin.

And what a spin it was.

Jonas did good. Jonas didrealgood.

If possible, it was even better having him control it from a thousand miles away. It’s been a steady star of our video chats lately, especially the longer we stay separated.

I flip the page again, hoping for something that’ll make me laugh andnotthink about missing him.

Roses are red.

I don’t believe violets are blue.

I miss Slice pizza.

Just like I miss you.

He wrote that poem—ifit can even be called that—last month, just two days before he flew out. He walked into my apartment, Slice box in hand, two slices missing.

I teased him for it and then informed him violets are in fact blue.

We argued about it until we fell into bed together.

And now I’m thinking about Jonas naked again.

Maybe flipping through our notebooks when my vibrator needs a charge isn’t the best idea…

I turn the page anyway, excited because whatever I read next is going to be new.

I like to save the new material as long as I can, only allowing myself the treats on days I’m really missing Jonas.

Do me a favor,willyou?

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