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LETI

I’ve been home for nine days, and in some ways it’s been wonderful. Pip was true to her word, and we’ve spent a lot of time getting to know each other again. We shop, we have lunch, and almost every other night, we have dinner with our father, who is trying to make up for lost time. Some of our conversations have been hard, and there have been a lot of tears shed, but I feel closer to them than ever.

And yet, with all the love floating around our home, I feel hollow and more alone than ever. I miss Caiden, Soren, and Reese. I miss touching and being touched by them. My mind swims with thoughts of them and the gentle way they cared for me.

But it’s more than that. They woke up something dormant within me—something I was afraid I would never feel. There was a time I thought I was defective, not wanting the things girls my age should want. Sex, intimacy, filthy carnal pleasures—I dream of it now, fantasies so vivid, I wake up soaking wet and pulsating with an unfettered desire coursing through my veins.

Dare I say? I’m horny.

I want to be claimed by my men.

I want to be thoroughly fucked and pleasured.

I want this need banging around inside of me satiated.

I’ve only heard from Caiden, and that was via an old-fashioned notecard sent via USPS. Pen to paper, his penmanship was beautiful, his words precise and elegant.

We miss you.

We want you.

We love you.

I didn’t know how to respond, not that there was a physical address for me to mail a letter back to. There was a business card with a phone number and nothing more. I thought about calling it, but what would I say?

Come get me.

That’s what I want to say, but I’m scared. What would my father think? What would Pip say? How does a relationship like this work in society? And do I really care?

“You’ve got mail.” Pip comes into the kitchen where I’m nursing a cup of coffee and hands me a sleek black envelope.

I frown and open it, my cheeks turning rosy as my eyes skim the card stock.

* * *

Our lifestyle is not traditional,

and it’s not for the faint of heart.

One thing we didn’t talk with you about

was our membership at Club Sin.

If you are unaware, Club Sin is a sex club

where people with untraditional appetites

can relax with like-minded individuals.

We’ve been members for years,

but we’ve never had someone of

our own to share it with us.

Nothing would make us happier than

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