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Michael,

I have no ambition to make things serious between us, tying us up into a relationship. Rather, my desire is to have as much sex as possible between us during this year. I find it difficult not thinking about you after our encounters. I am a wild thing and you were the one that set my wildfire burning brighter than ever. I really have so much to thank you for. I hope that you'll keep filling me with gratitude and really drive home that message.

I desire to have you inside of me again, and over again. I miss the way my thighs feel straddled on top of you and resting my head on your chest afterwards. I love putting your head in my hands, with my thumbs caressing along your neck. It's the little things that add up to this dark desire for you. I want to say it aloud, but it's so embarrassing. I'm already the cute one and I feel like I've been blushing so hard around you that my whole face will blur into my lips.

Keep kissing me.

I'll be more aggressive next time. I think we are both on the same page. You are so much fun, and I'm glad that things aren't complicated. And even as I say that, I twinge a bit because my feelings for you are so much more tangled than I want to admit. I have a playlist for you, besides the hooking up one, and even though I know you're not "my one" since I don't have the spark with you, the person I am is better around you. You have helped me become a better person and I do love you in parts. I don't love you completely and I don't want your future or present self. Not now anyway. Maybe one day we'll connect differently, but at the same time an odd piece of me wants you to know that the sex is amazing with you, but a larger part of that is because I love who you are.

Again, I don't want a relationship, but I respect you. I hope you know there's at least one person out there that feels like that towards you and will ALWAYS want what you are packing. Lol.

And trust me, it's not just the randiness. You're a fun ********.

Sincerely Yours,
Jennifer the Wildfire