To you,
I am your most ardent admirer. I am the woman at the bar, the check-out girl behind the counter, or the waitress who brings you a drink. I am the interested glance over a book at the bookstore, or the flirtatious smile at the coffee shop. I desire you, so fully and adamantly.
I love the touch of hands that are larger than mine and stronger than I’ll ever be. I yearn for the brush of lips against my skin: clean shaven or stubble matters not to me. I shiver at the feel of a groin against my thigh, and the gradual swell of your cock pressed against it as it throbs and makes me hunger for you. My breasts ache for you: for touch, lips, tongue and even teeth to set on them. I long for your sex: Rough as ever as you tug my hair and pound me into a soft, groaning submission; or a sweet, softer kind that drives on endearments or happy tears. I love your passion: treading a fine line between fighting or fucking. Your sex stimulates me so that I wish to shower my devotion. I want to worship your cock with lips, tongue and other parts of me capable of such devotion. This passion known no bounds, but only wishes for a vessel to sate such a thirsty creature.
I shall be waiting.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/797gyq/open_love_letter_to_the_male_sex_mf