Lit Love Letters

[dawn_of_night]

Fifteen minutes ago? Yes.

Unless my kid used it all, which is somewhat likely...

You ruined my joke, I hope your nose hurts like water has passed it through.....

 

[crazychemgirl]

*eye roll …


Ok … back to letters we don’t need a translator to read.


Please and thank you.

 

[UnquietDreams]

A Knight's Tale by Telegraph.

I love it.

 

[crazychemgirl]

My Dearest @NRJLIVES4ever ,

I feel compelled to convey a most sincere sentiment that has occupied my thoughts of late. I must confess that I hold your most admirable dick in the highest regard. Though I may only rely on the fond recollections of having once beheld it, I am entirely persuaded that it remains a thing of beauty, worthy of both admiration and attention.

Should others be fortunate enough to bestow their notice upon it, rest assured it is well-deserved, even if such admiration may not presently come from me.

Yours most sincerely,


CCG

 

[deefalttwunnyfor]

Yeah, feet are gross

But what about ankles?????

Ah, how doth the delicate curve of her ankle enflame the imagination! Wrapped in the softest of silks, that slender joint, barely a whisper against the world, teases and tempts with an allure no eye may resist. It is the very epitome of grace, yet, when exposed ever so subtly beneath the hem of a skirt, it becomes an invitation—an unspoken promise of elegance entwined with the forbidden. What a captivating contradiction! So innocent, yet so very beguiling. Truly, 'tis a vision to set the pulse quick and the mind to wander.

 

[Qky75]

My fairest lover,


Due to such reality more than one dear heart may perceive my intention be directed upon them, may I humbly leave you with the words of William of Nelson:

Alas, for the fair maidens whose affections I once held! A melancholic existence this, bereft of their radiant presence. My mind, a treasure trove of cherished memories, lingers upon the hours we blithely shared, the exhilaration we so courageously embraced.

Ah, those enchanting damsels! How can I endure this mortal coil, devoid of their enchanting grace? The echoes of our past, a bittersweet symphony, forever reverberate within my soul.

Ever yours,

Q, the 75th of KY

 

[MindYaBitness]

My Dearest @MindYaBitness,

It is with the utmost reverence and admiration that I must confess—your beauty has left an indelible impression upon my heart. Your form is truly a vision of loveliness, and I find myself profoundly honoured to have been granted the privilege of your massive tits.

The memory of that cherished moment lingers with me, a tender reminder of the sublime connection we share.

Yours ever devotedly,

CCG

My Dearest Fuckbird CCG,

O rarest flower of my days, my cherished, nipless wonder, whose presence unfurls in me an ecstasy unmeasured—how shall I put to words the fervor of my heart? Thy fine pillowy tits, soft as the first blush of dawn, tempt my every breath; their memory lingers like sweet honey on the tongue, and I am left a helpless, blissful captive to their charm.

Oh, the singular joy thou bringest, thou my sole companion in this strange, unmarked flesh, this curious union of ours, sealed by the mystery of our bellies’ untold story. It seems to me as though fate herself wrought thee from my dirty thoughts, and, in her perfect cunning, made thee my match, my equal, my dearest companion in this peculiar world.

Think of me this night, my darling, my singular joy, and let thy pillowy tits dream of me as I do of thee.

Ever and wholly thine,
MindY

 

[MissyDaddyGirl]

*eye roll …


Ok … back to letters we don’t need a translator to read.


Please and thank you.

At least I found the Morse code translator! Pretty cool!

 

[SalaciousMonkey22]

But what about ankles?????

Ah, how doth the delicate curve of her ankle enflame the imagination! Wrapped in the softest of silks, that slender joint, barely a whisper against the world, teases and tempts with an allure no eye may resist. It is the very epitome of grace, yet, when exposed ever so subtly beneath the hem of a skirt, it becomes an invitation—an unspoken promise of elegance entwined with the forbidden. What a captivating contradiction! So innocent, yet so very beguiling. Truly, 'tis a vision to set the pulse quick and the mind to wander.

So much sexier than “get them on my shoulders!”.

No wonder people like you.

 

[GrimmZombie]

This sounds fun I will think of something to write.

 

[lavendersilk]

At least I found the Morse code translator! Pretty cool!

How many "STOPS" were there?

 

[MissyDaddyGirl]

No stops just all the words, as far as I know????

 

[jason28053]

But what about ankles?????

Ah, how doth the delicate curve of her ankle enflame the imagination! Wrapped in the softest of silks, that slender joint, barely a whisper against the world, teases and tempts with an allure no eye may resist. It is the very epitome of grace, yet, when exposed ever so subtly beneath the hem of a skirt, it becomes an invitation—an unspoken promise of elegance entwined with the forbidden. What a captivating contradiction! So innocent, yet so very beguiling. Truly, 'tis a vision to set the pulse quick and the mind to wander.

And thus the vagankle was born

 

[SalaciousMonkey22]

And thus the vagankle was born

 

[MindYaBitness]

My Dearest Gentleman Farmer,

How sweetly I think of the days when my cherries hung heavy, their ruby skins eager to meet your touch. Sharing their sweetness with you brought me a joy I can hardly name, and the memory of your delight lingers like nectar on my lips. You must know by now, dear Sir, that my cherries and peaches are jealously guarded, as I allow no one but you to peak at my fine orchards. But, oh, forgive me for the reckless abundance of my peaches. They swelled with such fervor that they could not be contained, spilling into your lands unbidden. Yet the thought of you gathering them, their tender flesh cradled in your hands, stirs a warmth within me that I cannot deny.

And your aubergines, my darling—it is a marvel. Watching you tend to them with such care, your hands firm yet knowing, fills me with secret delight. How fondly I recall our discussion in the park, where I shared my humble words for growing them firm and proud, and how your understanding brought a glow to my  clit heart. Come back to the orchard soon, my Honey Bee, my blossoms are in need of your tender care, and my fruit ripens in anticipation of your return.

Yours always,
Lady Orchard

 

[SalaciousMonkey22]

My Dearest Gentleman Farmer,

How sweetly I think of the days when my cherries hung heavy, their ruby skins eager to meet your touch. Sharing their sweetness with you brought me a joy I can hardly name, and the memory of your delight lingers like nectar on my lips. You must know by now, dear Sir, that my cherries and peaches are jealously guarded, as I allow no one but you to peak at my fine orchards. But, oh, forgive me for the reckless abundance of my peaches. They swelled with such fervor that they could not be contained, spilling into your lands unbidden. Yet the thought of you gathering them, their tender flesh cradled in your hands, stirs a warmth within me that I cannot deny.

And your aubergines, my darling—it is a marvel. Watching you tend to them with such care, your hands firm yet knowing, fills me with secret delight. How fondly I recall our discussion in the park, where I shared my humble words for growing them firm and proud, and how your understanding brought a glow to my  clit heart. Come back to the orchard soon, my Honey Bee, my blossoms are in need of your tender care, and my fruit ripens in anticipation of your return.

Yours always,
Lady Orchard

He waitaminnit! This ain’t about fruits and vegetables!

 

[MindYaBitness]

He waitaminnit! This ain’t about fruits and vegetables!

 

[GrimmZombie]

Dear Random Lit Crush

I’ve thought about writing this letter more times than I can count, but each time, I’ve been held back by a mix of nerves and excitement. Today, though, I decided to let my words take a chance, because some feelings are too strong to keep bottled up.

There’s something about you that’s genuinely captivating. Maybe it’s the way you light up the room when you walk in, or how your laughter feels like music I want to keep playing. Maybe it’s the kindness in your words, or how you have this effortless way of making others feel seen and appreciated. Whatever it is, you’ve left an impression on me that I can’t ignore—and honestly, I don’t want to.

When I’m around you, I feel this blend of calm and excitement, like the world’s a little brighter and anything is possible. You inspire me to be braver, to think bigger, and to believe in those unspoken connections we sometimes only hear about in stories.

I don’t know where this letter might lead, but I wanted to take this moment to tell you what’s been on my heart. I’d love the chance to get to know you better, to share more laughs, stories, and perhaps something more meaningful as time unfolds.

No matter how you feel or respond, I just want you to know how special you are to someone out here. You deserve every ounce of admiration, and I’m grateful for the moments, however small, that I get to spend in your orbit.

Yours

 

[Qky75]

My Dearest Gentleman Farmer,

How sweetly I think of the days when my cherries hung heavy, their ruby skins eager to meet your touch. Sharing their sweetness with you brought me a joy I can hardly name, and the memory of your delight lingers like nectar on my lips. You must know by now, dear Sir, that my cherries and peaches are jealously guarded, as I allow no one but you to peak at my fine orchards. But, oh, forgive me for the reckless abundance of my peaches. They swelled with such fervor that they could not be contained, spilling into your lands unbidden. Yet the thought of you gathering them, their tender flesh cradled in your hands, stirs a warmth within me that I cannot deny.

And your aubergines, my darling—it is a marvel. Watching you tend to them with such care, your hands firm yet knowing, fills me with secret delight. How fondly I recall our discussion in the park, where I shared my humble words for growing them firm and proud, and how your understanding brought a glow to my  clit heart. Come back to the orchard soon, my Honey Bee, my blossoms are in need of your tender care, and my fruit ripens in anticipation of your return.

Yours always,
Lady Orchard

This is straight up mound of wheat encircled by lillies shit right here

 

[MindYaBitness]

This is straight up mound of wheat encircled by lillies shit right here

If you're horny and trying to get unhorny by reading the Bible, never ever start with the Song of Solomon!

 

[jason28053]

If you're horny and trying to get unhorny by reading the Bible, never ever start with the Song of Solomon!

Does that start with “If you’re horny and you know it clap your hands” ?

 

[crazychemgirl]

Dear Random Lit Crush

I’ve thought about writing this letter more times than I can count, but each time, I’ve been held back by a mix of nerves and excitement. Today, though, I decided to let my words take a chance, because some feelings are too strong to keep bottled up.

There’s something about you that’s genuinely captivating. Maybe it’s the way you light up the room when you walk in, or how your laughter feels like music I want to keep playing. Maybe it’s the kindness in your words, or how you have this effortless way of making others feel seen and appreciated. Whatever it is, you’ve left an impression on me that I can’t ignore—and honestly, I don’t want to.

When I’m around you, I feel this blend of calm and excitement, like the world’s a little brighter and anything is possible. You inspire me to be braver, to think bigger, and to believe in those unspoken connections we sometimes only hear about in stories.

I don’t know where this letter might lead, but I wanted to take this moment to tell you what’s been on my heart. I’d love the chance to get to know you better, to share more laughs, stories, and perhaps something more meaningful as time unfolds.

No matter how you feel or respond, I just want you to know how special you are to someone out here. You deserve every ounce of admiration, and I’m grateful for the moments, however small, that I get to spend in your orbit.

Yours

While I appreciate this lovely letter … I think you missed the point of this thread … check out post #1

(I will also repost)

 

[crazychemgirl]

write a love letter to your Lit crush … but with a twist!

Use a style from “olden times” as if you two are separated and letters are you only means of communicating…


Examples:

“I must inform you that your manhood is indeed the perfect length and I am in need of it on the regular forthwith.

Yours truly,

Gertrude"


OR


“My Dearest Jebediah,

Allow me to please assuage your curiosity as to the foreign instrument you observed near my bedside...”

The “RULES” of this thread for anyone that missed it.

 

[MindYaBitness]

Does that start with “If you’re horny and you know it clap your hands” ?

Oh, man, if only!

 

[GrimmZombie]

The “RULES” of this thread for anyone that missed it.

Ok I get it now my bad.