You Got Mail (Patreon)

Your hands tremble slightly as you unfold the crisp, white paper, the scent of his cologne lingering on the page. The letter is short, his handwriting bold and confident, much like the man himself. He writes of his desire, unapologetic and raw, detailing the way his eyes roamed over your body, memorizing every curve and line. He describes his fantasy of tracing those lines with his fingers, his tongue, his voice a low growl as he whispers his intentions. The letter ends with a promise, a single word that sends a shiver down your spine and leaves you aching for more: "Soon.