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My Date With Stavros Cassadine
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And then it happened! The moment of truth that I had been waiting for and longing for, for so many days, weeks, months! You slowly reached over and tenderly caressed my cheek, the rough texture of the $20 between your fingertips pressing against my cheek. You slowly opened your mouth, moved towards me and whispered, "Make it quick." Oh darling, of course! I felt the same way! Quickly, quickly, to feel the fruits of our love! You were so right in wanting to get to the lovemaking as quickly as possible. And we did - our passion consuming us, your passion spilling, me left feeling incomplete and somewhat neglected. Like a true couple, Stavros.
And then the evening ended all too quickly. Oh my love, how I wish you weren't so busy so that we could have spent more time in each other's arms. Or if I had at least had the time to wash up and get dressed before your chauffeur whisked me out of the room and into a waiting taxi. I will never forget our night of love and passion, Stavros. You made me a woman. You showed me what it truly MEANS to be a woman, and for that, my love, I will never forget you!
But alas, you haven't called me back since that blissful night. I understand. I know you're a busy man with many priorities and I accept that there are many things for you to do and a whole world of Internet to learn before I will be on that list of priorities. But remember, my love, any time you need to feel my love . . . any time you need a bosom to rest your weary head against . . . any time you need a quick b.j. in the back room of a bar . . . just go into any men's bathroom, and there my name and number shall be.
In the meantime, may you remember our night of passion with the tenderness that I do. May you think of me and wonder not if I was worth the money but rather, where I am and am I well and is my heart connected to yours and yours is to mine. With deep love, respect, admiration and with a slight itch "down there," I remain forever yours,
marzipan XOXO
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