He knew who I was; after all, he wrote the initial email that intrigued me enough to respond. But I had saved the initial cyber play for the moment I believed would be perfect. Tuesday seemed like a good day to me.
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Dipping each carrot into cold dressing and placing it between my lips and sucking it dry is a mere prelude to doing the same erotic luncheon with what is hiding behind the red stripe that decorates you so splendidly. Later, I will bite each morsel and roll it on my tongue, draining the juice and ingesting the power that it provides. As I wrap my lips around the stiff fruit, I will press harder and harder until it succumbs with agony melded with joy into the warmth of my mouth and provide me sustenance and pleasure.
What might you be planning for lunch, my jewel?