|I Don't Know
Author: Laurenz PM
A quick write on simply not knowing what to do or how to feel. Trouble betweening former lovers, Webb and Marshall, expressed through correspondence. They just don't know! R&R, bitte. Relatively clean...except for one mild scene...Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Romance - Chapters: 6 - Words: 1,907 - Published: 06-29-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3037300
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I'm convinced I still love you. I can never break apart from you, you're fixated in both my mind and head with crazy glue. I just love you.
The magical week we spent together was like a dream. You've changed so much physically, but you hold the same look in your eyes. I didn't know I missed you so much. I didn't know I wanted you so badly. I didn't know it could ever be the same. I just knew it was going to be a short reunion neither one of us could avoid.
I told myself to refrain myself from you once I arrived. Inevitably, we joined like old lovers - we are old lovers, but I'm still in love. Your old ways of simply going down to business have dissipated, but I think it's because you love me, too. Your lusty ways have become ones of love. I don't mind. I didn't mind being subject to your never-ending love.
Our love fest consisted of lasting affection; I didn't think it was possible for me to let you go. Your warmth, wrapped around my mass and dick was just too good. I saw through your expertise: you wanted to contain yourself for the sake of love but couldn't. I loved every second of our lovemaking.
I don't know what he does to you, or what his friends do, and I don't want to imagine. Seeing your needy state made me want to pick you up and run. Why didn't we? Maybe next time we can go all the way. For love, we can do anything.
Webb, I proclaim my love for you; it has become eternal and strong; it will never die. I promise I will continue to love you, and I hope your love for me will strive as well.
We both made mistakes in the past; maybe we learned something. Let's take what we learned and apply it to our future. I want to spend my future with you, and I hope the feelings are reciprocated.
Let's start a family together, Webb. I think we're prefect for each other and we'll make perfect little children. I know it's a silly idea, but we'll some how make it work. We just have to, otherwise how will we move on?
Webb, I envision you in my arms right now; your sweet mouth presses light kisses against my face, neck and shoulders. You don't stop as your wet tongue licks my chest and abdomen, your hands gently stroking the insides of my thighs. You lap at my erection, smiling and asking, "Can a love like this ever truly die?" As you take me into your hot mouth, exquisitely moaning and breathing against my skin, I swear it can't ever die. I dig my nails into your scalp and you cry out. I cry out and you quickly hush me, devilishly smiling and lifting yourself for the main event. A joining like that can never die. A love like ours can't, either.
I've avoided the question many times, so now I'll admit I don't love her. She was a drunken mistake and our child was a drunken accident. As a father and husband, I have obligations, responsibilities over my child and for my wife. But as a lover, these obligations are replaced by more loving acts I wish to expend on you. And aren't we the race of new lovers?
Completely and Utterly Yours,
As mentioned in the "summary"…
This was a quick write.
At least "October 13" was the original I started with one time during 6th period APUSH.
My teacher walked by and read the title: "I Don't Know…what's that about?"
I said: "I don't know."
The product of teenage angst, methinks.
-Listening to: "What's Behind the Mask" by The Cramps-