“Got places you’ve never been, take you out of your skin”…

Trouble from the moment we met…
Regretting that I allowed this to get…
Out of control and out of hand…
Until the point you began to demand…
Balance where there is simply none…
Love and affection that didn’t belong…
Everything we once had, is now gone…

“I press my lips against her name”…

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Dear Deidre
 
I am writing to you because I need your advice…
I’m addicted to sex and I’m addicted to vice…
I’m also having an affair with my friend’s sister…
And my porn addiction causes me to blister…
I like to have sex with girls but I also like men…
I have a tendency to do this again and again…
Sometimes I dress up, complete with stockings and heels…
I know that it’s wrong, but my god, how good does it feel…
My drug consumption is now under control…
But I slept with my counsellor as she tried to console…
Now she claims that I am the father of two…
I asked Mr Kyle for a DNA test, well wouldn’t you…
If I become a father, that would clip my wings…
I can’t have that as I’m in love with all lust brings…
I guess you think that I’m horrid and shallow…
But it’s not my fault if I get urges and follow…
Talking of which, my colleague just smiled and asked me on a date…
So we had sex in the storeroom, no need to wait…
Or waste precious seconds playing silly games…
I have others to sleep with, if I can remember their names…
Please Deidre – please please please reply…
I will heed your advice and promise to try and comply…

Yours
Trapped in Lust’s shadow

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Dear Trapped in Lust’s shadow
 
In all my years I don’t think I have read…
A letter from someone so fucked in the head…
You really appear such a despicable man…
You have no morals, but I’ll do what I can…
I can see you’re addicted and weak and shallow…
In fact you are simply the most disgusting fellow…
There is nothing I could write that will make you FINE…
Even suggesting you call my premium rate helpline…
But where do I start with my moralising…
How do I preach at you… whilst fantasising…
Your words make me hot, of that there’s no doubt…
My glasses are steamed up, all I can think about…
Is the two of us alone in a room, just you and me…
I’m sat here naked, if only you could see…
That I write and I judge, but long for some wrong…
A man to burst in who is big and is strong…
And take me so hard up against that wall…
But I couldn’t say that, couldn’t tell you at all…
So with that in mind, all I can suggest…
Is we meet up in secret and you put your hands on my breasts…
Please hurry up, my mobile number is this…
And don’t tell a soul that I long for your kiss…

Yours filled with forbidden longing…
DD xxxx