Tuesday, March 12th
Dear my darling,
I’m so excited to finally welcome a warm Spring after so much time spent in the dark of Winter. I have your gifts tucked away in my carry on, ready for my food and wine event adventure in California this week. I’m standing in front of the beautiful hotel window this morning, letting my robe slowly fall off from my shoulders to my feet - exposing myself fully to the sunlight; lightly feathering my collarbone and breasts with the Honey Dust you sent.
I couldn’t wait to be outside; to explore. I hopped on the local Trolley and just soaked up the sights around me. I looked at the seat next to me, wishing it was filled by you. Wishing you were here to move your hand up my thigh and under my dress...
I’m taking the next day and sightsee the local spots before the gourmet tour begins on Thursday. There is a beautiful small park nearby full of flowers and freshly cut grass - a perfect spot to sit with my thoughts. And your letters.
Sending you love and warm wishes. Feeling especially “lucky” around this time to know you -- will we meet while I visit our next destination?
When will it be time? Is a thought I spend too much time with. I know you are sending me to these places for a reason, wanting me to take in my surroundings for a reason, sending me beautiful and erotic gifts for a reason - but if that reason is anything other than to be with you, I question why I am experiencing this journey at all.
And so, I will keep following your lead. But oh how long to see you, to touch you.