Diane Hunt

the pleasure of hearing my only One’s voice. We talked for hours, about a multitude of things the first time. Every night I would rush home to talk to you to hear your voice. We would have phone sex on occasion, hot wet and sticky, but nothing compared to what I knew you would feel like against me. Than the day came when you told me to come visit you, that you would arrange the trip, pay for everything, I was to show up and that’s it. I agreed with almost no hesitation. I was terrified, what if what we had did not translate to real life, what