Dear N.,
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry I can be bratty, demanding.
I’m sorry that I don’t always give you what you want.
It’s not that I don’t want to give it to you, that I don’t want to spread my legs for you, to touch myself for you.
It’s that I want you to come fuck me.
That’s what I want. Please?
So come fuck me.
Please.
Please?
I’ll have what she’s having…
When?