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[Filter: Private]
Do you miss me?
Ah, but you must. After having discovered such depths of passion in yourself, depths you'd been denying ever since your father told you you'd be better if you weren't a woman at all, to just lock them all away again? It must be very, very difficult. Your cold bed, your husband's frigid, loveless arms.
How hard it must be for you, dear, dear Eliza. Dreaming of me, how it would feel when I'd twist your arm, pin it against your back, and fuck you from behind. And then awake, aroused and desperate and unable to find any relief for yourself at all. I wonder if you turn to Dean, in those moments. Does he fill the hole, or only make it all the worse? Or do you simply put your fingers inside your cunt and wish that I were there with you?
But I'm not.
No, no, I'm here in Eblar. Having a rather splendid time, since I know you're wondering. Anita is charming. She tries so hard to prove to me she's not overwhelmed by this place, but the poor darling is so far over her head she's drowning as I watch her. There's an irony there. A girl like that, well. She probably gathered up all the stories of court that her sisters could give her, wishing she could visit. And after such a long and lonely journey, she's here, with the more handsome and eligible man in Dentoria claiming her as his own, and it's all so very ... wrong.
I'm having a lark of it, really.
I wonder how you'd suit the court?
[Filter: Eliza]
I'm having a bit of a legal complication, love! I wonder if you'd be willing to provide me some of your learned expertise?
Do you miss me?
Ah, but you must. After having discovered such depths of passion in yourself, depths you'd been denying ever since your father told you you'd be better if you weren't a woman at all, to just lock them all away again? It must be very, very difficult. Your cold bed, your husband's frigid, loveless arms.
How hard it must be for you, dear, dear Eliza. Dreaming of me, how it would feel when I'd twist your arm, pin it against your back, and fuck you from behind. And then awake, aroused and desperate and unable to find any relief for yourself at all. I wonder if you turn to Dean, in those moments. Does he fill the hole, or only make it all the worse? Or do you simply put your fingers inside your cunt and wish that I were there with you?
But I'm not.
No, no, I'm here in Eblar. Having a rather splendid time, since I know you're wondering. Anita is charming. She tries so hard to prove to me she's not overwhelmed by this place, but the poor darling is so far over her head she's drowning as I watch her. There's an irony there. A girl like that, well. She probably gathered up all the stories of court that her sisters could give her, wishing she could visit. And after such a long and lonely journey, she's here, with the more handsome and eligible man in Dentoria claiming her as his own, and it's all so very ... wrong.
I'm having a lark of it, really.
I wonder how you'd suit the court?
[Filter: Eliza]
I'm having a bit of a legal complication, love! I wonder if you'd be willing to provide me some of your learned expertise?