Member-only story
Heaven Can’t Touch You
But I Want to Touch You All Night
If I told you that you were spun from pure gold, dear Asha, you’d think it worth a pittance, that’s what makes you so distinct — a true gem — among women these days.
We can talk about inflation, but I just want to talk about your bosom and how I don’t like overly thin girls.
The object of freedom is to be mobile, loose in our ways so that we can have good memories to hang on to and bring up in conversation.
It doesn’t quite register that I’m failing at this thing we have, I mean if you want the password to my life I’ll give it to you.
The basis for our relationship though is definitely a winner; I will hustle for you and make you corn on the side of a nice meal, just letting my spirit be my guide.
Some folks are miserable unless they have a bundle of stuff to carry around, so it may come as no surprise that all I want is a bundle of your hot sex in my life.
My parents used to forbid me from watching too much television and taught me to go out and work to pay the rent, but sometimes I just want to exist and forget all that rubbish.
I’ll always make a provision for you, my love, do everything I can to feed you and make sure you have the best clothes.
