Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: Faces

If you had to take a guess, how many times do you think I gave you a facial? People say it's demeaning, but that's only for folks who haven’t tried…


Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: Stupid

How about that time we argued about whether or not I was backhandedly calling you stupid? Do you fucking remember that, you bitch? I want to lay it…


Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: First

Do you remember when we first started hooking up? All the way back in high school? We both skipped class and made out in an empty classroom. You did…


Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: Avant-Garde

I remember after we were living on opposite coasts and I’d had a bad day. I called you on Skype or the Google video thing or whatever. I really…


Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: I Can’t Draw

Something I remember really distinctly is the contours of your asshole. If you put your tongue as far into a sphincter as possible, as often as…