♣: Here, have a dirty letter
To Oscar...
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♣: Here, have a dirty letter
To Oscar...

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♣ ✉ ✍ - Oscar
✍: For what my muse has written about yours in their diary.
Dear Diary,
Fucking hell, kissing him makes me smile. You don’t even understand. It was just a fuck at the start but then there were these little things, like kissing his neck as I fucked him or how our fingers just fit together as we fucking. I really really like him and I don’t care if I only met him today, I don’t want anybody else to have him. The thought of him saying someone else’s name as he orgasms makes me want to vomit. Char was reading me some weird facts once and now there’s one that really stands out to me; The first kiss is really important in relationships because it’s natures way of saying whether you work together. Kissing is an exchange of hormones and it like, basically makes you realise whether you suit or not and fuck I really like kissing him. From Carter x
✉: For a regular letter about anything from my muse.
Hey Oscar,
So apparently I like Camp Rock now, and the Jonas Brothers, and Demi Lovato, and Taylor Swift. Char bought me all the CD’s. If you meet her, punch her for me then tell he she’s a stupid lesbian. Did I ever tell you that the cocktail I made you was called Fuck Me From Behind? I’m a funny fucker aren’t I. Funny fucker. Okay I’ll stop now I’m sorry. I had to buy a new shirt because your cum won’t come out of it. See you whenever I see you Bye babe x
C is for...
As we approach the the two year milestone of our little wonder, speaking in code has become more and more frequent between the wife and I- so as to leave K out of the loop if we wish to. You know, spelling things out, or calling things by just their first letter or the like.
The other night as we shared an elevator with our neighbor and her tweenage son, K mumbled something from the stroller to my wife. "She's saying the c-word," she said to me. Before the record had a chance to scratch-- I looked to our neighbors and verified for them that C-O-O-K-I-E, is the c-word in question here, not any other c-word they may have been thinking of. These are very hip, open-minded neighbors mind you -- but I don't think anyone's going to be all that proud to announce that their two-old is using THAT c-word.
Sigh.
Lesson learned: sometimes the code works against you. Especially in mixed company.