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You are gone now, so this is my last letter.
There’s so many in this document. Last one was written six months ago when I began the new semester at uni, and the subject on viticulture reminded me of you.
I can’t write these letters to you anymore. All they do is remind me of you. Every day at home, I’m reminded of you, and I need to find a way to let you go.
I am moving on. I’ll figure out how somehow.
Good luck, Rosie. I wish you everything you want and the world.
Tom
I slammed the laptop shut and sat in the darkness for a long time before I realised I was shaking from the cold. I slunk under the bedcovers and finally, hours later, my body gave into dreamless sleep.
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TOM
Ballydoon Community Group:
Dwayne Moline posted 7.43 p.m.:
Admin delete if this is not allowed: looking for an authentic part for a 1956 Massey Ferguson tractor. Need a steering wheel of that era, preferably from 1956. Cash paid. If anyone has MF parts in their shed, I’d be very happy to talk to you about a deal.
Fergie Jones commented: well, well, well, guess that makes me the cat with the cream
Dwayne commented: what does that mean, Fergie?
Fergie commented: means I have the steering wheel you need, but it’s gonna cost you
Group Admin: closing comments down. No buy-and-sell posts allowed in the community group
That familiar sweet spike of electricity shot down my spine as I slammed into Ainslee hard and fast.
Thank god.I was finally close.
Ainslee tossed her head back, moaning louder. “Yeah, oh Tom. Like that.”
I knew she wasn’t faking with her pussy clenching around my dick, but Ainslee always sounded like the star of a bad porn film.
Shit, shouldn’t have thought that.That pleasurable heat down my spine faded, and my arousal waned slightly.
I frowned, focused on the task and upped my pace. I’d never struggled to make Ainslee, or any woman, come. Every woman I’d slept with enjoyed at least two orgasms.
But tonight was different. Very different. Not even eating Ainslee out first had turned me on. Even after three months since coming home to finish my university studies online, and being in a relationship with my right hand, I was struggling to stay hard.
Being buried deep inside Ainslee in my favourite position—her on all fours, arse up in the air, and me taking her from behind—should be amazing. Earth shattering.
But everything was going in the opposite, somewhatlimpdirection.
I needed some creative thought if I was going to see this through. Needed to concentrate.
It was my birthday, for crying out loud. Surprise birthday sex should be amazing. Leave you gasping and panting for more.
Instead of that familiar swirling heat low in my gut, panic was rising. My mind latched onto a memory, desperate for anything to see this through.
Oh. No.
But also …yes. I could see a woman in my mind: tanned skin, her dark curly hair tumbling over her back and shoulders, also down on all fours, her face on the mattress and to the side moaning my name.
