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winter here again. Already wearing a coat and scarf and need to buy gloves after my dog ate mine last winter. Everyone’s looking pasty and unwell on the train and bunkered down.
I am recovering but still don’t feel 100% … I was supposed to go to the opera with some friends last Friday, but I was too unwell to drive so I missed it which was pretty disappointing.
Speaking of opera, one of the things I’d love to do with you (in addition to the already proffered list of soaping you all over in the shower; kissing every micrometer of you, and making love to you all night in every imaginable way…) is to be in close physical contact with you (preferably naked on lovely white sheets …) where I could play you some of my favourite pieces of music and for us to be lying there, letting the emotion of the music suffuse us, and for this to lead to some beautifully affectionate lingering memorable intimate gentle lovely sex between us…
I think you are so lovely.
Chariette
Dear Chariot
Spent a lovely day wandering all over the Victorian Art Gallery.
The Caravaggio exhibition was spectacular and I thought the idea of showing works of his contemporaries was really clever and helped to show his effect on others. I wasn’t too keen on all the violent bloodthirsty ones with the many beheadings of various characters from biblical history and I was puzzled at the significance of the skull in so many of the other paintings. My favourites of the whole exhibition were the Four Seasons (not by Caravaggio), and Caravaggio’s fruit still life (of course) and his Narcissus. The Narcissus myth has a very personal connection for me in relation to an experience a number of years ago that could be described as a life altering epiphany...I will tell you about that some time.
But the fruit still life...it blew me away. I’ve seen reproductions in books but it was even more larger than life than I expected. You could feel the sexual imagery just coursing through it...there were seeds everywhere.....the rich red of the persimmon spilling seed, the gash of the pumpkin and the curious cutting of the watermelon in strips to reveal as much juicy flesh laden with seeds as possible. The grapes were ripe and luscious, the peaches fleshy and golden, and the figs...well... they were something else. There was one fig that had just split itself with ripeness ....
I would very much like to be the splitting fig to your firm gourd just now...
Chariette
Dear Chariot
So wonderful to hear from you today. Oh you are just my heart's delight and thrill me so.
Speaking of something to look forward to – I am just alive with passionate expectation at the hope of being with you sometime soon… I hope you can work something out. I’m lost for words to describe how happy the prospect of this makes me. You need to give me a little notice though because I have to prepare – paint my toenails, buy some new shoes, etc (I think you will be interested in the ‘etc’…) Oh it will be so lovely to look into your eyes again and to touch your beautiful hands and be swept away on a tide of sexual passion for you. I will be so ready for you… I am dying for your touch and intimate connection with you. You have no idea how so very beautiful I think you are.
You are my luscious forbidden fruit…(and vegetables!).
Sleep well my beautiful prince.
Chariette
Dear Chariot
If I had the chance I would be making love to you in the morning, in the evening and in the afternoon. How I would love to be making love to you just now.
Oh you have affected me so...I feel so alive to you, my body just thrums for you. You have penetrated me and touched me in more ways than one.... I live in hope of being with you again however briefly.
“If it were not for hope the heart would break..”
You bring out all the soft and beautiful things
I am recovering but still don’t feel 100% … I was supposed to go to the opera with some friends last Friday, but I was too unwell to drive so I missed it which was pretty disappointing.
Speaking of opera, one of the things I’d love to do with you (in addition to the already proffered list of soaping you all over in the shower; kissing every micrometer of you, and making love to you all night in every imaginable way…) is to be in close physical contact with you (preferably naked on lovely white sheets …) where I could play you some of my favourite pieces of music and for us to be lying there, letting the emotion of the music suffuse us, and for this to lead to some beautifully affectionate lingering memorable intimate gentle lovely sex between us…
I think you are so lovely.
Chariette
Dear Chariot
Spent a lovely day wandering all over the Victorian Art Gallery.
The Caravaggio exhibition was spectacular and I thought the idea of showing works of his contemporaries was really clever and helped to show his effect on others. I wasn’t too keen on all the violent bloodthirsty ones with the many beheadings of various characters from biblical history and I was puzzled at the significance of the skull in so many of the other paintings. My favourites of the whole exhibition were the Four Seasons (not by Caravaggio), and Caravaggio’s fruit still life (of course) and his Narcissus. The Narcissus myth has a very personal connection for me in relation to an experience a number of years ago that could be described as a life altering epiphany...I will tell you about that some time.
But the fruit still life...it blew me away. I’ve seen reproductions in books but it was even more larger than life than I expected. You could feel the sexual imagery just coursing through it...there were seeds everywhere.....the rich red of the persimmon spilling seed, the gash of the pumpkin and the curious cutting of the watermelon in strips to reveal as much juicy flesh laden with seeds as possible. The grapes were ripe and luscious, the peaches fleshy and golden, and the figs...well... they were something else. There was one fig that had just split itself with ripeness ....
I would very much like to be the splitting fig to your firm gourd just now...
Chariette
Dear Chariot
So wonderful to hear from you today. Oh you are just my heart's delight and thrill me so.
Speaking of something to look forward to – I am just alive with passionate expectation at the hope of being with you sometime soon… I hope you can work something out. I’m lost for words to describe how happy the prospect of this makes me. You need to give me a little notice though because I have to prepare – paint my toenails, buy some new shoes, etc (I think you will be interested in the ‘etc’…) Oh it will be so lovely to look into your eyes again and to touch your beautiful hands and be swept away on a tide of sexual passion for you. I will be so ready for you… I am dying for your touch and intimate connection with you. You have no idea how so very beautiful I think you are.
You are my luscious forbidden fruit…(and vegetables!).
Sleep well my beautiful prince.
Chariette
Dear Chariot
If I had the chance I would be making love to you in the morning, in the evening and in the afternoon. How I would love to be making love to you just now.
Oh you have affected me so...I feel so alive to you, my body just thrums for you. You have penetrated me and touched me in more ways than one.... I live in hope of being with you again however briefly.
“If it were not for hope the heart would break..”
You bring out all the soft and beautiful things
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