I wrote this down so you could read it and keep it.
In 2008, there was a worldwide census. They concluded that there are 6,692,030,277 people on the earth. Take in that number. You couldn't count that high in your lifetime if you counted by ones and never slept. Six billion, six hundred ninety-two million, thirty thousand, two hundred and seventy-seven people. The amount is staggering. Most of these people don't have the feelings I have for you for anyone in their life. Most of them don't even know what love is. Most of them will have loved and lost in their lifetimes, but I'm one of the very, very few lucky ones to have found the one I wanted, got her, and will keep her.
Six billion, six hundred ninety-two million, thirty thousand and two hundred and seventy-six of those people are not you. They'll have never known what it's like to be near me, to sleep beside me, to have me kiss them, to have me brush away the tears when they cry. And you know what? I'm so okay with that, it's ridiculous.
But the point here isn't the numbers or the love, actually. That's really just preamble for what I'm going to tell you now.
I am so fucking horny right now, you probably would laugh. I can't stop thinking about you. I can't stop thinking about tearing off your clothes and eating you out, before turning you right around and fucking you harder than you've ever had it. I can't stop thinking about how you moan, how you writhe, how your legs tighten around me, how you arch your back in such a way that your whole body trembles just slightly from straining to reach that angle. I can't stop imagining you dancing around in nothing but a silk bustier and stockings, and it's driving me wild.
Would you be so kind as to help me with this predicament? I'm going out of my mind.