I have a dream of collecting erotic vintage postcards only to write horribly filthy notes on the back and send them around the world.
Dear You,
Each stocking and garter reminds me of you, posing for me on your bed with your legs far too wide apart. I miss your breath against my skin and your teeth playing against my cock as I whisper to you. Next time you’ll have to come with me and we’ll drink until we stop worrying someone might catch us. We’ll fuck among the ruins and hidden corners behind the cafes and wine bars.
Love,
Me