His Hidden Love

5. Chapter Five - Pretty

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Chapter Five - Pretty

January 15th

My darling, my beautiful India,

Every day I wake up and your sweet face is the first I see. I say hello to you before doing anything else and picture you lying next to me. Believing it to be true, I leaned over and pressed my lips against yours.

They taste so sweet, my darling.

As the morning sunshine makes your honey skin glow, we make love, my s****l prowess making you moan and sigh as I f**k you, my c**k deep inside your delicious cunt.

In case you’re wondering… Yes, I’m pleasuring myself as I write this, pretending it’s your hand stroking my prick, playing me the way you play your piano.

All those fans that come to see you, who stand and applaud you, do any of them know what it’s like to be inside you? To love you? To taste your blood on their lips?

No. That’s my privilege, my sweet darling. Only mine. No one else knows how rich and dark your blood is, how it pumps from you, luscious and hot. I’m the reason you never pose in your underwear like so many other w****s in your business. Pity. I’d like to see the scars on your soft belly again, the marks that bind you to me.

And I will, someday, India. I’ll see them again, up close and personally.

Soon, my darling, soon.

I love you.

Your Braydon.

Prisoner 873927555

Texas State Penitentiary at Huntsville