Love Letter by A Sexually Aggravated Woman (Parental Discretion is Advised)

Dear "Thorn In My Ass"

Hell yeah I cheated! I came to a place where all you ever give me is distasteful words and misery. I’m a woman that needs to be emotionally pleased and sexually satisfied. I know you’ll do anything for me but honestly I can financially do for myself. Spoiling me isn’t going to make me stay around and be loyal to your fickle ways. In the middle of our sexual escapades, I moan from the feeling of how you fill up my anatomy but what I hear from you is “ Be quiet, that’s not turning me on. You need to hurry up and bust one.” How can I reach my peak of climax when you are throwing off my vibe from negativity? But HE.. Mmm Mmm Mmm… HE knows how to make me feel smashingly good! HE knows how to stimulate my mind with intellectual conversation which releases the endorphins that eases the agony I encounter daily from you. And what’s crazy is that I’m the one that’s sexually aggressive in the affair between HIM and I. When we are intimately connected, it feels as if my soul has become one with HIS and no matter how much I try to hold back the river flow, I find myself flooding the bedroom from recurrent nut busting. That comes from endless nights of being unable to release myself when I’m with you. See, I’ve never been the type to step out on my man but truth be told, I’m not happy with you. Never was and it’s quite evident that I never will be. I’m not going to stick around just because you supply me with the latest Jimmy Choo shoes and Hermes Birkin bags with a weekly allowance of $1,500 or better. As a matter of fact, I don’t appreciate how you have insulted my intelligence. Giving me any and everything I want just so I can stick around. Remember last week when I told you I was in the Bahamas visiting my grandmother? Well the truth is I was in Aruba on a rendezvous get away with HIM. HE held me every night when we were there. HE watched me sleep. HE protected me. We rubbed our faces and feet together every time our bodies met. HE holds my hand. HE gives me a sense of security. These are the things a WOMAN needs from her man. Not to be told to be quiet and not to feel emotionally disconnected from the man she is with. I have complained to you about this on numerous occasions. I have made several attempts to make this right between us but you have taken me for granted. So since you didn’t appreciate a woman that was willing to be at your beckon call and love you past the pain you experienced from your ex, I can no longer stick around and allow you to annihilate the little good and love I have left in me. So I’m ending this letter with “ BYE BYE, I’M GONE! I have a plane to catch. I’m on my way to South Beach to meet up with HIM for our fourth “ lets get away” get away!

Sincerely,
No Longer Sexually Aggravated ;-)