Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: Youth

I lost my virginity a few months before my seventeenth birthday. The three years building up to that were, in many ways, a haze of desire and…


Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: Impossible But Desired

I wish women could be fucked through their panties. You know how much I love panties. Booty shorts and thongs can be fine, but panties are unmatched.…


Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: “Remembering” and “Normal”

Remembering I just want to remember everything right. Please tell me if I’m forgetting anything. I promise not to prod you again after you answer.…


Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: The Oval Office

George Washington? Wooden teeth, definitely head. John Adams? Solid black latex. For his family, of course. Thomas Jefferson? Ménage à trois! Dude…


Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: Why I Lie

Readers, I have penned the below as an explanation that I can heretofore direct others towards should the need arise. Without further introduction,…


Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: While You Were Speaking

She says her name is Kodi, and that she's a Political Science major. My God, this girl is beautiful, maybe the most beautiful I've ever seen. She's…


Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: Where Have You Cum?

Aside from the obvious: Random garages, as noted earlier. Pretty pictures from the Internet and magazines, as noted earlier. Inside shoes, so the…


Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: “Taste” and “Dream”

Taste No one believes me, but your ass tastes good. It was always a pleasure to eat it, without exception. People who try and tell you otherwise are…


Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: Matter

Yeah, I still want to fuck you. Yes, I think about fucking you every day. I think about your precious sphincter slowly opening up to my finger. The…


Letters from a Heartbroken Pervert: About July Fourth

Yes, I should not have just come over to the apartment and passed out in bed with you the way I did. I'd thought about doing it a bunch of times…