Dear Liam, Early June 1974
I know it is in a way silly because we are just apart for a weekend but I felt like writing to you but I missed you a lot last night. I’m sure you are having an amazing time with James and Alfie. The bed was rather big all alone in it. Ricky made a wonderful program. We have massages, and so many other spar treatments.
I love you, so much. Every day when I wake up I think of you, and I know you think it is a little silly that I tell you so often but I feel I cannot tell you enough. Every time I look at you, I see this young man so clumsy in a way of talking with a shy girl. Sometimes I wish I would be better in writing poems but I never have been, no poem that I ever can write will be the suitable words to express my love for you.
Oh Liam you are my life and I do not mean this in an unhealthy way. You know I can be a weekend away from you, I love how different we are but at the same time I love how much we think alike. I think we are doing a fine job in being fulltime headmasters, teacher, parents and lovers. I am sorry if you feel like I’m too demanding in bed. If you feel like it is too much I will cut back and I don’t know give me the pleasure while I am in the bath or something. I know I said I am sexually attracted to Alfie but you do satisfy me. I think you are perfectly well equipped. Your package is perfect, I do feel like you are the key to my lock. I understand that I am a little bit demanding and I am sorry for that. It is crazy a few years ago I was so scared of the thought to lie with a man and now with you I feel so comfortable.
Liam when I am old, like really old and my boobs are flat and hanging and so are my bottom cheeks will you still love me? I understand that we will not have the same sexual drive than but will you still want to see me, like to see me, love me? I know you say you love me forever but I am so scared that one day you look at me and you see that I got old, too old for you to be attracted to me. Will you love me when I am old? Oh dear Lord please say yes or convincingly lie.
Last night when I was the second night alone in the big bed and my skin was so soft and smelled of vanilla I thought of you. My fingers ran tenderly circles around my nipples and I massaged the special spot far below my bellybutton I like so much when your tongue runs circles round it. And then I slipped my finger into my wet slit…
“Good morning Jo, you are up early.” Ricky chirped, Jo was sitting in the breakfast room proofreading the letter she had written last night after she missed Liam so much and took matters in her own hand. “What are you writing?”
“Nothing!” Jo’s face was changing from sheet pale to tomato red. “I mean… um… I wrote a letter to Liam. I know I see him this afternoon again but… um I like writing him letters it started a while ago when he had to go away for a few months because of his work and it sort of never stopped. I don’t give him all the letters sometimes it is just for me to put my thoughts into words but sometimes I like to slip a letter into his school back. They are just very personal.”
“Oh Jo, I am so sorry I did not mean to invade your space. Please you continue and I will find a different seat to have breakfa-“
“Don’t be silly. Sit down. I’m sorry I was deep in thoughts and didn’t mean to be rude. I just put the letter away.” Jo folded the letter neatly and placed it in her notebook.
“Did you sleep well last night?” Ricky asked while he was reading the breakfast menu.
“No not really.” Jo looked a little sad. “I never do when Liam is not there. I got so used to sleep with him in the bed that when he is not there I sleep rather restless.”
“I know what you mean I don’t even want to think about how I manage to sleep alone.” Since they were in public and homosexuality was still something rather looked down on Ricky preferred to avoid mentioning that he was gay and living with another man together.
“What do you think they have been doing?” Jo wondered as she ordered her breakfast.
“I’m not sure. I think I don’t want to know.” Ricky mumbled and ordered his breakfast. Both Ricky and Jo ordered a mix of healthy and unhealthy breakfast. Jo giggled. “You are right. I think it is better when we don’t know…”
I have sometimes moments when I think that I truly am a dirty whore. But then I see how aroused you are, how hard you get when I beg you to sleep with me at some semi-public place and I know you love me the dirty whore. I mean you must love me, you changed your entire live for me. You got a university degree to be able to teach at the school well you gave me the idea for. I wish there would be words to voice my love for you but there are not. But I love you with all my heart and soul and I love the life we have together. It is a good life I think, a life I never dared to dream of. I will always love you until the day I die and then I will just wait for you in heaven or hell, just make sure you don’t let me wait too long. I don’t like being without you. I sleep better with you next to me, I feel safer, I feel whole. I love you my love, my husband, my best friend.
Yours always Yvaine
Jo loves writing letters and she would always write letters to her husband, her children and her father. She felt like she could express herself more clearly and she felt like when she wrote her feelings down they would stay longer with the person.
I know it is in a way silly because we are just apart for a weekend but I felt like writing to you but I missed you a lot last night. I’m sure you are having an amazing time with James and Alfie. The bed was rather big all alone in it. Ricky made a wonderful program. We have massages, and so many other spar treatments.
I love you, so much. Every day when I wake up I think of you, and I know you think it is a little silly that I tell you so often but I feel I cannot tell you enough. Every time I look at you, I see this young man so clumsy in a way of talking with a shy girl. Sometimes I wish I would be better in writing poems but I never have been, no poem that I ever can write will be the suitable words to express my love for you.
Oh Liam you are my life and I do not mean this in an unhealthy way. You know I can be a weekend away from you, I love how different we are but at the same time I love how much we think alike. I think we are doing a fine job in being fulltime headmasters, teacher, parents and lovers. I am sorry if you feel like I’m too demanding in bed. If you feel like it is too much I will cut back and I don’t know give me the pleasure while I am in the bath or something. I know I said I am sexually attracted to Alfie but you do satisfy me. I think you are perfectly well equipped. Your package is perfect, I do feel like you are the key to my lock. I understand that I am a little bit demanding and I am sorry for that. It is crazy a few years ago I was so scared of the thought to lie with a man and now with you I feel so comfortable.
Liam when I am old, like really old and my boobs are flat and hanging and so are my bottom cheeks will you still love me? I understand that we will not have the same sexual drive than but will you still want to see me, like to see me, love me? I know you say you love me forever but I am so scared that one day you look at me and you see that I got old, too old for you to be attracted to me. Will you love me when I am old? Oh dear Lord please say yes or convincingly lie.
Last night when I was the second night alone in the big bed and my skin was so soft and smelled of vanilla I thought of you. My fingers ran tenderly circles around my nipples and I massaged the special spot far below my bellybutton I like so much when your tongue runs circles round it. And then I slipped my finger into my wet slit…
“Good morning Jo, you are up early.” Ricky chirped, Jo was sitting in the breakfast room proofreading the letter she had written last night after she missed Liam so much and took matters in her own hand. “What are you writing?”
“Nothing!” Jo’s face was changing from sheet pale to tomato red. “I mean… um… I wrote a letter to Liam. I know I see him this afternoon again but… um I like writing him letters it started a while ago when he had to go away for a few months because of his work and it sort of never stopped. I don’t give him all the letters sometimes it is just for me to put my thoughts into words but sometimes I like to slip a letter into his school back. They are just very personal.”
“Oh Jo, I am so sorry I did not mean to invade your space. Please you continue and I will find a different seat to have breakfa-“
“Don’t be silly. Sit down. I’m sorry I was deep in thoughts and didn’t mean to be rude. I just put the letter away.” Jo folded the letter neatly and placed it in her notebook.
“Did you sleep well last night?” Ricky asked while he was reading the breakfast menu.
“No not really.” Jo looked a little sad. “I never do when Liam is not there. I got so used to sleep with him in the bed that when he is not there I sleep rather restless.”
“I know what you mean I don’t even want to think about how I manage to sleep alone.” Since they were in public and homosexuality was still something rather looked down on Ricky preferred to avoid mentioning that he was gay and living with another man together.
“What do you think they have been doing?” Jo wondered as she ordered her breakfast.
“I’m not sure. I think I don’t want to know.” Ricky mumbled and ordered his breakfast. Both Ricky and Jo ordered a mix of healthy and unhealthy breakfast. Jo giggled. “You are right. I think it is better when we don’t know…”
I have sometimes moments when I think that I truly am a dirty whore. But then I see how aroused you are, how hard you get when I beg you to sleep with me at some semi-public place and I know you love me the dirty whore. I mean you must love me, you changed your entire live for me. You got a university degree to be able to teach at the school well you gave me the idea for. I wish there would be words to voice my love for you but there are not. But I love you with all my heart and soul and I love the life we have together. It is a good life I think, a life I never dared to dream of. I will always love you until the day I die and then I will just wait for you in heaven or hell, just make sure you don’t let me wait too long. I don’t like being without you. I sleep better with you next to me, I feel safer, I feel whole. I love you my love, my husband, my best friend.
Yours always Yvaine
Jo loves writing letters and she would always write letters to her husband, her children and her father. She felt like she could express herself more clearly and she felt like when she wrote her feelings down they would stay longer with the person.