By Desiree Holt
The first thing I want you always to remember is that I love the name Sam. While as time goes on I may not still love anything else about you, your name will always be one of my favorites. To bad the rest of you couldn't have lived up to it.
The truth is, Sam, when you left me a message on my cell phone voice mail that you had to fly to a business meeting on the weekend, I wasn't too alarmed. After all, you've traveled for business ever now and then. And truth to tell, it was nice to have a little break from each other. I mean, the sex is great but sometimes all this togetherness gets to be a little much.
But then I got home from work and discovered every trace of you was gone from our apartment. I mean, even this raggedy gym shoes that smelled like dead horses. It was as if you'd never been there. You can't imagine what went through my mind—dismay, disappointment, and then good old fashioned rage that you could treat what we'd had in such a dismissive fashion after what I thought we'd been to each other.
But after my original tantrum, I want you to know that things are looking up. This really great looking guy moved in next door to me this weekend. I was sitting out on my balcony getting blitzed on a bottle of wine when he walked out onto his balcony, and, well, can I just tell you that every pulse point from my cunt to my nipples began to throb. Yes, Sam, throb, in a way they never did for you.
I invited him to share my wine so he climbed over to my balcony and I fetched another glass. Well, we got to talking and one thing led to another. We started daring each other to do things. Pretty soon we were sitting on my balcony completely naked and drinking wine from delicious place son each other's bodies.
Now, you know, Sam, I always wanted to be adventurous with you but you were such a fucking stick in the mud you always acted like you were in a three piece suit even when we fucked. So, Sam, the truth is, sex with you was totally boring. I don't know how else to say it. While sex with Cole (my new favorite name), is wild beyond anything I could ever have imagined.
So here's the thing, Sam. Wherever you are, don't come back. I wrote your name on a piece of paper and Cole and I burned it in the ash tray. Then we tossed the ashes off the balcony and while they fluttered in the air he fucked me from behind, right out there in the open.
If I have one thing to thank you for, it's getting the fuck out of my life so I could meet a man who really knows what sex is all about. Tonight he's going to tie me up, spank me until my ass is red and when I'm so wet it drips down my thighs he's going to fuck me until I pass out from pleasure. So whatever you're doing, I hope you keep that image in your mind.
The last thing I have to say to you is....