It’s that time of the evening, baby. Time for me to excuse myself to my chamber and profess my wild and beautiful love for you and to you. I had the greatest time sweeting on you today. (“Sweeting” is the verb I made up to describe the act of being sweet.)

And oh, the sweeting this afternoon. I find such joy in making love to you while acting goofy. I look at you with total adoration while remaining acutely aware of the contours of your cock tucked deeply in my pussy. My love for the person you are wells up inside me and pushes against your cock, creating a pressure cooker that will eventually explode for my orgasmic pleasure. This, of course is a metaphor, but it tells the bigger truth…because that’s what metaphors do.

I keep watching my little video of you I took today of you doing the Kate Bush Dance at the Post Apocalyptic Market. We just have a fucking blast together, don’t we? That is a rhetorical question. I can tell you agree.

I think what I’m trying to say in so many words is that we are on this lifelong journey of figuring out who you and I are as a couple, and one of the things that stands out as being quintessentially Craig and Cassidy is that we are good at being silly. We are also good at fucking and kissing. And, of course, at sweeting.

I love you. I need you. I want you. I miss you. Goodnight sweeeeeetz.