THE REASONS I LOVE YOU, by Pascal H.

My beloved Dion,
I shall not explain here the reasons ( the ones i know and the ones
that I don’t) about the way I feel…It took me two years to try to
understand them myself by writing over 500 pages about my
passions, just cannot in a few words go through the depth
of my dreams and heart.
But I can explain about you, ”why” I love you, – though I do
remain quite lucid about this loving for you till we do not meet.
If it is true I dream of your glorious cock to push me as strong
as can be to invade my soul and holes, if it is true i’m the biggest
slut and know how to make a man come like no other queer or
woman ever will, if it is true you are 100% my style, your face I
described and how it affects me, it is your sensitivity that keeps
the passion burning. I get fucked like a queen by most beautiful
Israeli and Arab males and this is no dream, so i get no frustration
about getting laid like a bitch the way i was born to be.
No, it is you. You inside.
Your passion and inner love for Julie for instance. That means
you can feel, passionate, an inner love just like me. Determined
to your values and feelings, you never stop and want to give it
all to her. That is having a drive. A charisma. Somewhat in a stubborn
way, but you never get off the road of your emotions and I like that.
May be you never had the chance to love others and be loved just as
passionately a hundred times like I have (our lives are so different/total opposite),
so you keep to the one of your heart and dream. A life with children
once settled does not lead to the freedom I lived all the way through my life
but the potential of giving it all, you have it 100%, probably much more! Of
that I’m sure, but you had (life…) to keep it all inside as a impotent branch
covered by the snow and incapable to raise up from the weight,
in a pure romantic way, and I mean romantic the original German and anglo-saxon
way which means a total mental and physical commitment, cock and soul devoted,
to your beloved one. That is also living your dream to the extreme, the same
way as I do myself, reaching very close a fake reality without suffering from it.
Though I live the physical part, the mental as for me remains the same in
me just as you, which makes us both being a loner and playing the life
of a solitaire. The difference is that I let it all come out, my experience,
my needs of a lady slut, living my dreams after for a while until they come
again, which you don’t. Again, the power and potential are in you, but like
blocked, unable to be liberated clear and strong. You must suffer.
And I love you for that.
Knowing that I indeed have the power to let you live it and take
over the lacks. Though every single drop of your seed and the taste
of your lips on mine are I confess a kind of obsession,to hear you groan and feel
you shoot into my deepest holes would my honor, caress your hair and feel
your breath to my ears my reward when hold tight in your strong arms, the soul of
love and caring and passions and dreams in your writings could fly away high,
not in the air, but quite real on earth to free you from wounds. I know I am one
rare to find element to free you. Quite aware, and I have to insist, that this freedom
I can liberate in you might not be lived with me. It is the inner you, fair, loyal, with values,
a bit backward, i can grab to put it on a pedestal. And I think you need that to
be fully recognized as a man full of humanity, a man of goodness. The rest is mine and
mine only, your wife and whore to prove from underneath your belt hard and big, how much every single
word that I write is felt and true.

VOILA! Now I’m going back to see your picture, stretch my legs and caress myself talking to
you eye to eye, until, again, my handsome Oded comes again this afternoon to screw me like
a maniac calling me names that weaken me so. Totally abandoned and submitted to him as if
he was you. But not for the same reasons.

Your Pascal.