An unsent goodbye

I wrote this letter but never sent it to the one it was meant for. Instead, I just had sex with him one last time and never saw him again. Sharing this with my readers today.

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Dear Penis,

In case you didn’t take note of time, its been over two years we met. I thought I’d take stock of a few things, thus this letter. Although after running it through my mind, the time we had since we met, I am given to understand, this letter would stand true even if I wrote it the first day we met or 10 years from now. Ok may be 10 is exaggeration but like a lot of years from now.

There are two things very great about us, one, we are both very hot; Two, we both like to keep our lives really simple, no complications at all. Here’s what we have done ever since we met – met, had sex, met again and had sex again. We kept meeting and kept fucking and yet in 2 years we never went no where in any directions. Our cars are still parked right where we first met.

In the walk of life we remained strangers as ever although for most parts we were engaged in, what most people seem to believe to be very intimate activity, sex. I consider this an achievement on my part, because before you, I myself didn’t know I was capable of so much sex without one bit of emotional attachment.

Our bodies have been so close yet our hearts have been miles apart, I don’t think I know you, and you don’t know me either. You never said, I never asked. I never said, you never asked. Same shit.

I always thought two close friends can have sex yet not be in love. I was wrong! Two friends can’t do that. Two perfect strangers could.

Two such people who spent all the time in the world fucking each other. Every night their burning bodies curled up against each other, they screamed in pain and moaned in pleasure, small nibbles and passionate kisses were showered on each other, they fucked on the roof under the moonlit sky, they fucked in the bath tub in a hot summer night. Yet all these times, their hearts stayed cold & motionless within its small stone chamber. The doors never opened the souls never met. They remained perfect strangers as ever.

Tell me, do you ever sit back and give a thought to what we are doing?

Not to mention, what is even more bizarre to me is that you have been ‘kind of’ committed to me. I mean I know you weren’t sleeping with other women because you were always sleeping with me and the nights you weren’t with me I knew what you were doing. You never asked me though what I did every time I traveled. I realized you didn’t care.

You took me to dancing when I said, you never take me to dancing. You took me to movies when I said, you never take me to movies. You did everything I asked you to do. You obliged every time.

And at every such time you made my heart skip a beat, stomach churn & vagina twist with strange sensations of love and emotion. A simple touch of your tongue on my cunt made me feel the love but your heart stayed behind closed doors, you never allowed me to get a glimpse of what or who is in there.

Now I am tired.

And also, over the past few weeks our companionship have been reduced to a total of 3 hours of waking time daily, which starts with a phone call, at exactly the same time for the same duration and same short conversation. Followed by the same food at same few places, same house, same bed and sex in the same positions with same intensity.

I am BORED. And I am in LOVE. I have to move on NOW.

I bet the first time you met me you thought I was easy to bed, which turned out to be true because we fucked on our 1st date. And don’t get me wrong the sex was good. Not great but not so bad either. But perhaps you didn’t know, girls who are very easy to get to the bed, are also very easy to slip right out of it.

Sex with you is the first thing I would drop if I had to make myself lighter to stay afloat. Of course I would be happy to trade your dick with your heart, but that is something you don’t know yet. And if I don’t send this letter to you after I finish writing it, you would never know.

Goodbye!

I know, we didn’t have to break up this way, we could talk, we could blah blah and blah…but

Goodbye!

Yours Vagina