2 comments/ 13712 views/ 0 favorites Lovingly, Alexis By: Wicked-N-Erotic Chad's responses were written by a male Author who would like to remain anonymous. I am very thankful for his time and work. Chad, After seeing you again tonight I knew I had to write to you, to let you know how I truly feel. I know that you feel the same as I do, but I'm not sure just how far you are willing to go to satisfy your hidden desires. I keep reliving the night we had together over and over in my mind. The pictures are so vivid even now as I think back on that night from a year ago. I know that nothing really happened, but the electricity and passion that passed between us like bolts of lightening every time our hands brushed against a thigh or arm was unmistakable. I could see it in the depths of your deep, brown eyes even though you tried to hide it by quickly looking away. I caught you looking at me when you didn't think I was watching. I saw how your eyes moved over me as silently as the moonlight, how your body tensed as you watched me with the others, embracing them in friendly hugs. I knew that you wanted me to show the same attention and more to you. Did you have any idea how much I wanted to show you how I felt? Any idea how badly I wanted to leave the party and go with you, anywhere, just to be alone with you? The one image from that night that consumes my thoughts is when we were the only two people left, aside from our hosts. How we sat beside each other by the fire making small talk, our knees and thighs touching against each others, seemingly an accident every time. I knew it was deliberate. Did you feel the same tingling deep in the pit of your stomach as I did? Did your heart race as fast as mine with the thoughts of how maybe, just maybe, we could actually sneak away and be alone? Was your mind reeling with sketchy plans of how we could leave unnoticed, how we could secretly meet somewhere after we left? Were you already plotting an alibi as to explain the missing time to anyone who might ask for an explanation or who might see us together? My entire body was aching as I sat beside you, wanting you to reach out and touch me, let me feel the warmth of your hands on my body, even if it was just to cup my cheek as you looked wantonly into my eyes. My heart was pounding so wildly I'm sure you must have heard it, if only faintly over the sound of the crackling fire. I had a hot burning feeling deep in my stomach that radiated down past my wet, pulsating sex and through my taut thighs. The throbbing of my clit was maddening and became almost unbearable when you nonchalantly rested your hand on my thigh as you spoke to me. All to quickly you with- drew your hand. I could still feel the heat from it through my jeans minutes later. My face was flushed with my desire, my need to have you inside of me. As the night drew on and our hosts went inside to tidy up the house before bed, I recall my most vivid memory. Do you remember what happened then? I stood up, close to the fire to warm my cold, trembling hands. Not so much trembling from the cold but from the sudden realization of knowing we were finally alone. Anticipation, I guess that would be a better word. Anyway, I stood with my back to you holding my hands over the dieing fire. My heart jumped and felt as though it nearly stopped all together when I felt you behind me. Your body barely touched mine as you spoke low, almost a whisper into my ear. Do you remember what it was that you said? You asked "Does it make you uncomfortable for me to be so close", and then you pressed yourself against me and I could feel your breath on my neck. The heat from your body wove itself through my clothes and warmed my skin so nicely. I sighed just then and moaned a low soft moan as your hands came around my hips. That was my only answer. I couldn't trust myself to speak. I was afraid of what I might say. Your cock was so hard against my ass as you pulled me back into you by my hips. I stood there for several minutes feeling you grind yourself against me, my head lulled back on your shoulder, wanting so badly to turn around and feel you grind into my pelvic bone. I can still remember you breathing in my ear, ragged and uneven. You whispering, asking me if you could kiss me, and your breath fanning my neck as you groaned when I pushed back into you harder. Chad, does the thought of that kiss still make your lips burn, ache with wanting more? Do you remember the look in my eyes when I turned to face you? Can you still taste my tongue in your mouth if you close your eyes and remember that night? I can. I still feel every touch, taste every flavor, smell your cologne and the fire and hear your breathing in my ears. I wanted you so badly at that moment, as your mouth closed over mine, your tongue softly parting my lips. My right hand immediately came up to caress your face as you deepened the kiss, probing my mouth more intensely. I loved the feel of the ruff stubble of your beard against my hand. I let my tongue glide over your teeth and lips as we stood there by the fire. I remember your hands sliding up my body and your left hand tenderly cupping my right breast. Your thumb made slow circles around my hard nipple and I moaned into your mouth. I pushed forward letting your right leg slide between mine, feeling my wet panties being pressed hard against my throbbing nether lips as you raised your leg slightly up into me. And then we heard the door opening and knew that our hosts were coming back outside. We couldn't dare to be caught so close together and risk my husband finding out. You backed away slowly, being such the gentleman, so that it looked like we were only standing by the fire talking. You winked at me as they came closer to us and mouthed the words, "I'm sorry". I never got the chance to ask you why you were sorry. You shouldn't be sorry for anything that happened, I'm not sorry for anything that we shared that night. I wish I had not waited so long to tell you how I felt. I wish I had told you sooner that I would have left with you that night. That I have thought about you so often since our brief encounter, that I have fantasized about being with you even if it could only be one time. I'm telling you now that I have longed for that night to happen again, that if you would just ask me to meet you I would be there without a second thought. Do you still feel the same way after so much time has passed? Am I still in your thoughts? Do you think back on that night and wish it had never happened or that you would have asked me then to go with you? Chad, please respond to this letter no matter how you feel. I'll understand if your feelings have changed, after all, a year has passed, and I'll always have the memories of that night if you wish to not act upon the passion we shared then. Lovingly yours, Alexis *** *** *** *** *** Alexis, How overwhelming to hear from you after all this time. I'm assuming this letter will get to you with no chance of interception? As then, I worry about destroying your marriage. At this point in my life, I know marriage and commitment are not going to be part of my life. I respect those who desire a life bound with another, and have achieved it. I was sorry that night, because I came dangerously close to destroying it for you. I am a dangerous man. I do not seek or want a life bound to another. Perhaps it is insecurity of meeting another's needs on a sustained basis, or selfishness--wanting my money, my time, my impulses to be all mine. Yet, I am a man. With a man's needs. And I've become somewhat adept at watching for the moment; a moment like we shared that night permits me to meet my own selfish physical need. I knew your passion. Had our hosts not been there--our chaperones--I'm sure I'd have pushed all the right buttons. And it would have been unfair to you. I would have endangered your marriage, while not offering you any relationship in its place. Just a night of sweaty passion in front of a fire before moving on to the next woman. As I approach 30, I am developing a conscience. I manage to keep it in a box most of the time, but that night it battled to get out. "Do I still remember you?" you asked. Would you believe I thought of you just this morning, before I went out for the mail? Perhaps if I tell you how I thought of you, you'll appreciate what a low down scum I am, and how you were so fortunate that our hosts were there that night. I was at the end of my morning shower. I reached for the soap one last time, and reached down and took hold of myself. If there is not a woman in my life, I find I must take care of myself at least once a day or I am distracted all day. What shall I think of this morning? I asked myself. I've found memories of women I've not had as enticing as thinking of women I should have had. For that reason, my memories of you, and that night are the most enticing. In my fantasy about what might have been, our hosts excuse themselves to bed. They have insisted we all have drunk too much to risk driving, so they offer us the two guestrooms upstairs in the back of the house. Their room is just across the hall, so they could attest to your husband, if need be, that you were properly chaperoned. It occurs to me though, during that kiss you describe so wonderfully, that while they might hear us from across the hall, they aren't likely to hear us out here, in the backyard, a good distance from the house next to the crackling fire. My hand leaves your breast, but only to slip under your sweater. I undo your front release bra. You moan--is it passion or objection? But our mouths are locked together, our tongues dueling so you cannot communicate. I take your full, weighty breasts, just the way I like them, in hand. I pull my mouth from yours, and pulling up your sweater, take one of your nipples into my mouth. I reach around and grab your ass and pull you close, letting you feel the hardness you've caused. I lick, and nibble, paying attention to both your nipples. You pull my shirt out of my pants, and I feel your hot hands encircle my waist. Then one of your hands forces past my belt and into my pants. I know then I'll have you. In the shower, my soapy hand increases its pace. In my mind, your hand does the same. I go to my knees. I unsnap your jeans. As I'm lowering them, you step out of your sandals. My eyes see by the firelight your moist panties, and I can smell your passion. You step out of your lowered jeans, and I slide your panties down and off. You try to sink to the ground to join me, but I grasp you firmly by the hips and you understand I want you to remain standing. I kiss your knee then slide my tongue slowly up the inside of your leg. Knowing my destination you put your feet apart, spreading your legs slightly. My tongue reaches your sex and I lick and flick my way around your hairy bush. I hear your breathing becoming more ragged, and I center my attentions more on your clit. Your knees buckle and you finally have to collapse to the ground. I do my best to keep my tongue on your pussy as you hit the ground. You lay back and spread your legs fully as I crawl forward, my tongue lapping at you rapidly. You cum hard and long, your body shuddering as you struggle not to scream. Finally, the feelings are too intense, you urge me to stop. I ignore you for about half a minute, as your body is wracked by wave after wave of orgasm. I stand, and remove my clothes. You lay on the ground, looking up at me, still panting hard. You spread your legs further, ready and eager to accept me. "Roll over on your knees" I command. I wonder if you are seeking intimacy, but I know on your knees, with the ground underneath, we are not intimate. We are animals, and this is how I want you. You comply immediately, and I enter your pussy from behind. Like dogs, we fuck quickly. Do you want me to take my time? "Fuck that", I think as I pound your pussy, mindless of your needs, but only thinking of my need to cum, to possess you, to add you to my long list of conquests. I re-soap my hand, and lean my head against the wall, as I rush to the end of my fantasy of you. I'm gasping to you as I approach cumming, "I'm going to cum in your pussy." You surprise me. Your voice is raspy, and guttural. "Yes, Yes Chad. Fuck my pussy, cum deep inside of me. " Then you shock me, "Pound my pussy. Hurt me. FUCK ME!" you demand. I grunt and cum inside of you. You collapse under me, and I realize you have cum too. We dress. And sheepishly smile at one another, before we kiss goodnight passionately. We walk upstairs together, and say goodnight to one another properly, and purposely loud enough to be heard by our hosts if they are still awake. I slip under the covers. I know you want me to come to you. I roll over and go to sleep. I was up and gone before you awakened the next morning. I first had that fantasy the next morning, Alexis. I knew if I saw you again I'd want to make it reality. But you deserve better. Do you have any idea how many women I've been with in the last year? I don't remember most of their names, but I remember yours. Does that comfort you? Back in reality, I clean up what you have caused in my shower and I start my day. Had our hosts only gone to bed that night, Alexis, things would have been different. Chad *** *** *** *** *** Chad, I have been stalking the mailman for days now, almost to the point of giving up, hoping for a return letter from you. My heart nearly beat out of my chest when I saw the letter with no return name, I knew instantly it had to be from you. I ran to the bedroom and locked the door even though I was alone, eager to open and read your reply. You call yourself a dangerous man. I disagree. You are but only a man, a man with primal needs just like any other. You are at least honest with yourself and me about your intentions of marriage and relationship. I commend you on that. I wish I had the same feelings. I adore my husband but something pulls me to you and makes me weak in your presence and in my beliefs. With that said I also must say that I would have no regrets. I was overjoyed to hear that you remembered me so vividly; perhaps as you said "it is the ones that you haven't had that make the best fantasies". Maybe that is the very thing that draws me to you. You are untouchable, out of my reach. Or are you? I read through your letter letting each word of your fantasy caress my body and take root in my mind, not really thinking of the meaning of the words. I let myself lay back on the pillows of the bed. I held the letter in one hand and started to rub my throbbing pussy with the other, under my skirt. I envisioned my probing finger as your tongue as you licked upward, parting my lips so softly. How can a man who calls himself dangerous be so gentle, so tender? Your words seemed to want to scare me, frighten me away. You made it sound as though you thought I wanted more from you. This is hardly the case. I am a woman, not like many others. I want exactly what you want. I want the feel of a warm, willing body against my naked flesh. I want primal passion, without the emotions of a relationship. My body yearns for the feel of yours, the passion of the kisses like we shared that night. I want sex, be it rough and un-intimate like your fantasy, or caring and gentle without the fear of "love" clouding the situation. And I do believe it can be that way, Chad, caring and loving without falling "in love". You have what I want...what I need. The very thought of you causes a deep throbbing and burning heat in my pussy. I get so very wet thinking of the many ways you could take me. You feel safe to me, like I could trust you not to fall in love and yet we could satisfy each other's desires endlessly. Let me tell you of the fantasy that I had just last night of you. We start to secretly meet at hotel rooms, the park late at night and in the back seat of your car behind secluded buildings in the middle of the day. Anywhere, anytime the need drives us into each other's arms. In this particular fantasy we are in the park. I walk around in the dark looking for you, feeling uneasy being alone in the park at night. As I pass a cluster of trees a hand comes around from behind me, closing over my mouth to keep me from screaming. When I feel the body against my back I know that it is you, but I struggle against you anyway, kicking and twisting, trying to pry your hand from my mouth. I don't have a conscience thought as to why I struggle but somewhere in the back of my mind I want you to take me forcefully. Somehow I think that in doing so it will reestablish the grounds of our meetings; that they are for sex and sex only. You pull me backward into the dense cover of trees, your hand still holding tight over my mouth. You whisper into my ear, "Shhh". I start to calm down. Keeping your hand over my mouth you let your free hand slide down my neck, closing around it tightly for a brief moment and then moving on. I am wearing a V-neck sweater and your hand moves softly, deliberately into the loose opening. Your fingers find my already hard nipple and pinch it roughly, pulling at the sensitive nub and then pinching hard again. I moan into your hand and you start to move it from my mouth. I quickly bring my hand up to yours and put it back in place. We have been intimate enough times that you understand my gesture without me having to verbalize. Chad, are you starting to feel hot and flushed? Do my words make you want to keep that conscience locked away forever? Am I making you think long and hard about giving in to your desires? The hand inside my sweater starts to roughly knead my heaving breasts. My body is limp against yours, silently begging you to take me as I grind my ass into the hardness pressing into me. You kiss my neck and your hot breath sends shivers all through me. You withdraw your hand from my breasts suddenly, quickly, and jerk my face around to look into your eyes. Your hand moves off of my mouth and your lips close over mine hard, before I can protest, sucking and biting at the tender flesh, pulling at my lower lip with your teeth. I turn around so that my breasts are crushed against you. And then without warning you place a hand on my shoulder and force me down to my knees in front of you. I gasp, sensing the wildness that has overcome you. You take a handful of my hair in your fist as you fumble with the zipper and button on your jeans and pull my head back so that I am looking up into your face. When you have freed your straining cock from the confines of your boxers you force my head forward, roughly parting my lips with the tip of your twitching cock. I open my mouth slightly, letting my tongue slowly drag over the tip, savoring the precum that has gathered there already. You thrust your hips forward, pushing the length of you into my mouth. Guiding me with the handful of hair that you still hold tightly in your fist as I begin to suck eagerly. Mmm, Chad, I will stop now, I can hardly sit still long enough to write this to you as I think about what it would be like to actually do that. You asked if I had any idea how many women you had been with in the last year? I wouldn't even want to think about it. It doesn't matter. It only makes me jealous that I wasn't one of them. And yes it does comfort me in some small way to know that you remembered my name while not remembering the names of those you took into your bed. Did you think of me when you were fucking any of these nameless women? This is what I want from you, Chad, an animalistic act of pleasure. Fucking...satisfying each other without emotions other than lust. From the fantasy that you describe in your letter I would bet that mine is something you would have no problem fulfilling. I want to make a proposal to you... you can take it or leave it. Although, I hope with all my being that you accept. Lovingly, Alexis I want to be with you, Chad, and I know now that you want the same. Could you keep that conscience locked away a little longer? Could you live with yourself if we were to start meeting secretly? Could you fill me with your cock, your seed, on a regular basis without falling in love? Lovingly, Alexis *** *** *** *** *** Alexis, Your letters leave me breathless. You penetrate my mind like a man penetrates a lover! You wrote, "I want primal passion, without the emotions of a relationship," and indeed you are "a woman, not like many others." "Do such women really exist?" I asked myself. It is a male fantasy. Even more so since you are married. You already have your commitment, your family, so you truly wouldn't be looking to me for that. Can it be? A woman wanting sex, but not love? It goes against so much what life has taught me. I'm struggling so hard to be good--to not endanger your vows. Last night, tormented by images of you, wanting to go to you, knowing you'd welcome me into your arms, into your body. Instead I went down the street for a drink... No, actually several. The local bar attracts a young crowd, I started drinking about nine, almost alone in the place. By ten on a weeknight, it was filled up. The DJ had everyone dancing. I watched one woman who very much reminded me of you. She had the same blowsy, fun look you have. Her smile, like yours, lights a room. Her figure was similar, rich full breasts, wonderful, enticing curves. But different from you she was not wearing a ring. I'd not be crossing that line with her. She was with several girlfriends. They were dressed in business attire; obviously co-workers who'd gone out after work together for dinner, and some fun. She was dancing with anyone who'd ask. One dance each, then she'd return to her friends. It wouldn't be long before she was asked again. About eleven, now seriously drunk, I walked up to you, her. She wasn't wearing a ring. With drunken logic, I figured I'd seduce her, and that my temptations of you would be sated by her. Perhaps I'd even get into a relationship; something I abhor, just to help avoid the temptation of you. She looked up at me and smiled. I had to be different from the other guys there, so I whispered into her ear, "I don't want to dance with you. I want to fuck you all night long." Immediately I heard what I was saying and was shocked. But it would be OK. She'd slap me, and I'd pretend it was you, and channel the pain and be able to avoid you, the tempting sexual morsel. I'd never have to risk if you were as risk free as you said. Avoiding risk, avoiding commitment has been my life's hallmark. Instead, she simply turned away and talked to her friend. I slunk away. I ran into a friend then, Keiko. She comes into the club to dance, for the exercise and stress relief. She was in her first year of a Ph.D. program. She grabbed me and pulled me to the dance floor. I am the nice, older gentleman in her life. She cannot conceive of sex with a man so much older, Personally, I'd love to sample her compact, lithe Asian body, but I know it is denied to me. Eventually, other men drifted towards her on the dance floor and she was dancing with all of us. I took the opportunity to fade away, back to the bar. I ordered a beer, then felt someone standing next to me. It was your doppelganger, she leaned in close and kissed me hard, wet. "You pass the kiss test," she told me when she was done. "You can call me Alley," she said, hesitating briefly at the name, choosing one. "I have to be back here by closing at 2 to meet my friends. Do you live close?" I couldn't believe my luck. A cab was pulling up as we stepped outside. We were inside my apartment within five minutes. The only other time in my life I've met a woman so aggressive, the fresh air cleared her head, and we first had to sit on my couch, and make out for hours before ending up in bed. I expected the same kind of reticence from Alley. Instead, once inside, she backed up against a wall and kissed me hotly. Then her fingers frantically worked my belt. "I have to see you," she announced. She reached inside my pants and grasped me roughly. She yanked hard, and then dropped to her knees for the briefest of blowjobs. Standing, she strode down the hall to my bedroom, shedding clothing. She was sitting on the bed, legs apart, when I joined her, shedding too the last of my clothing. Our first coupling was hurried, frenzied, noisy and hot. As I pounded into her, I was with you. Thrusting, fucking, mad to fill you. "Alexis" I gasped as I came. She didn't seem to notice, or perhaps as I was to discover later, didn't especially care. After the briefest of post-coital cuddling she used her mouth and hands to awaken me. I crawled down and knelt at her alter, and used my tongue to good advantage too. Our second session was long, but not languid. Two AM approached too quickly. We dressed, and walked her to her car, where her friends were waiting. We had only the briefest moment to say our goodbyes. She reached into the car, and took out her purse. "May I have your number?" I asked. She reached into her purse, for a paper and pencil I hoped. Instead she came out with a wedding ring and diamond ring. She smiled sheepishly as she put them on. "I don't think that is a good idea", she told me. "Have a nice life. And thank you." The women slid into the car and were gone. So, I've crossed that line, Alexis. My attempts to refrain from you are not working out. I am depending on you to be strong. I am weak. Chad *** *** *** *** *** Dear Chad, It has been a week since I made the decision to meet you. I'm not writing to you because I have regrets... that would never happen. I'm writing because I can't get you or that blissful afternoon out of my mind. Finally meeting you to fulfill our desires is the best choice I've made in a long time. Everything I have done in the past week reminds me of you and that day in one way or another. When I close my eyes I see you as you looked when you opened your door to find me standing there. The look of surprise that was quickly replaced with passion that washed over your handsome face still brings a smile to my lips. Had you reacted any other way I might not have went through with it. But, to my good fortune you welcomed me into your home...your arms...your bed. Do you still think about that day or have you moved on to the "next woman", your next "conquest"? Do you get hard when you remember how it felt to be inside of me, how we fit together like we were made for each other? I have not had a pair of dry panties since I left you. I yearn for another afternoon in your arms to the point that my entire body aches from the wanting. When I think of that look of lust in your eyes, when you shut the door behind me, I remember every detail of our lovemaking. I know I shouldn't use that word. It was sex...nothing more, just the two of us satisfying each other until we lay breathless in a tangled heap of arms and legs. I still find myself having to stifle a gasp when I remember the way you pushed me against the closed door, kissing me tenderly, passionately. Your lips moved over mine so softly as you licked, sucked and pulled at mine. I still feel the outline of your hard cock on my stomach as you crushed yourself against me. My body still feels warm in every place that your hands and mouth caressed and explored. It is almost as if I can still feel your lips moving down my neck, your warm breath making the tiny hairs stand up all over my body. Your hands slowly sliding down my arms and coming around my waist as they slid down to my ass, pulling me into you. You groaned as your fingers kneaded and dug and into the fabric of my jeans. My hands roamed over your back and through your hair as you continued to make your way down my neck. You pushed my shirt off of my shoulder and your lips set fire to the tender flesh by biting and licking lustfully. I wanted you inside of me so badly, I rocked my hips forward and sighed deeply urging you to keep going. Your other hand slipped under my shirt, dragging your fingernails along my ribs as you made your way to my breasts. My heart beat so fast and loud under the heaving mounds I was sure you could feel it as you gently lifted and held them in your hand. You stepped back, looking at me, your eyes half closed, the lids weighted with desire. You pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it to the floor at our feet. Your gaze returned to my breasts, seeing them exposed for the first time. I had not worn a bra; I didn't want to waste time with removing clothes. I was content to let you set the pace, although, I fully expected a frenzied, passionate act of animalistic sex. You surprised me. The gentleness and tenderness that flowed from you were not at all like your letters had led me to believe. The affection that I felt in your every move intoxicated me, from the way that you caressed my neck to the way that you softly gripped my hand to lead me to your bed. My body burned with need for you. My veins pulsed with molten lava as you wrapped me in your arms and kissed me lustfully as you lowered us both to your bed. I let you undress me, slowly, as you studied and memorized all of my imperfections. Gliding your warm hands over every part of me. When you had finished exploring my body it was my turn. My turn to undress you and take mental notes of every freckle and dimple. My mind will always hold the secrets of the hidden imperfections that no one else knows you have, the imperfections that are so alluring to me. The heart shaped freckle that lays almost unseen on the sensitive flesh where your leg meets your pelvic bone, the dimples on your ass when you squeeze them together tightly as you did when I ran my tongue across the supple cheeks. I have an image of your entire body stored away in my mind where only I can enjoy it. Chad, the way you laid yourself over me and slowly pushed into my velvety sheath is something I'll not soon forget. I still can feel your hard cock sliding gradually into me, filling me slowly. The swollen ridge just below the head as it pushed along the walls of my pussy, opening me, stretching me, and making me cling to you. I raked my nails along your back and I sighed deeply as you rotated your hips once you had entered completely. Oh, Chad, I can still feel you inside of me. Can still feel the rocking of your hips against mine as you started to thrust in and out as you gave in to the passion of the beast that has laid hungry... starving for too long. I loved the feel of my breasts crushed to your bare chest as you moved in me, the sound of you breathing as you quickened the pace. The groan that rushed past your lips when I wrapped my legs around your waist and pulled you deeper when my orgasm flooded through me. I had not felt that kind of pleasure in a long time; it was as if it was the first time all over again. I remember vividly the way you kissed me, moaning into my mouth when your orgasm wracked your body at the same time. It was an incredible feeling to me that we reached that level together, in unison. And then after we had laid in each others arms for an hour, holding, stroking and caressing our legs tangled, the realization had started to set in...it was only temporary. I had to leave and go back to my life. I had to get dressed and walk away like it meant nothing to me. Chad, it did mean something to me, more than you'll know, more than I wanted it to. It scares me to think about how much it meant to me, actually, how much I let YOU mean to me. That's why I'm writing to you now. I can't meet you again. I wish that I could, but I just can't take that risk. I wanted sex with no strings attached and I ended up doing what I asked you not to do...I fell in love. You said, "Can it be, a woman wanting sex and not love, that it went against what life had taught you? I guess your life lessons were well learned, it may be possible for some but I guess not for me. I can't let myself be with you again and fall deeper and harder. I know we'll still see each other and have to pretend like nothing has happened and that I will want with every fiber of my being to have you touch me again. I'm sure we will still share secret glances when we are in the presence of others, still feel fire shoot through our veins when we brush against each other, but we'll at least have the memory of the one time we did give in to the clawing beast of passion. It will be a treasured memory for me...always. I'm sorry that I was the one who was weak, that I broke my vow to not fall in love. I hope you can forgive me for that. Lovingly Yours, Alexis