Dear Blue Bunny,
They say that once your entire arm is inside someone there really isn't more intimacy left to discover. Like how they say to truly understand someone you have to walk a mile in their shoes - they somehow never thought of jamming their fist into that person's vagina.
I mean, it's not like I was particularly interested or fetish driven by it, but as a slightly competitive person I rather couldn't help myself eventually. I mean, that first moment when your hand pops passed the knuckles and you gasp, and well, the person beneath you makes some kind of sudden drag of air squealing thing that temporarily distracts you from your internal or external monologues.
Like porn on the internet, as soon as you become numb to the normal, you seek out greater and greater thrills! Higher heights! Deep depths (Literally in this case). I mean, it's not like I have particularly large hands, or wide wrists or anything, so I don't imagine I've ruined you for everyone, seeing as I'm leaving. I'm sure some thick armed lesbian would still make you groan and squeal and stuff --
Not that I'm feeling guilty or anything, just that I feel like I know you too well now, like, more than I know myself. To the point where I've considered some self exploration - but it's rather a frightening thing so I've decided just to live a normal life and put all this behind me.
I mean, everyone has some sorta, dark passed secret they eventually forget about right?
Actually, now that I think about it, I'm not exactly sure you were the one I did all this with - makes me wonder if I'm just a shallow and bad person.
Anyway, we're still through!~
Lots of love, Cayenne~