Self-stick
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2026 by Mat Twassel
Flash Sex Story: Emma misses Daniel so much. She's writing him a real letter every day, even on Sunday. Illustrated.
Caution: This Flash Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fiction Illustrated .
July 17, 1991
Dear Dear Dearest Daniel
I love you! I love you so so so much! I am crazy in love with you. I can’t wait until we’re in each other’s arms. I hate hate hate that I won’t see you for three more weeks. That’s 21 more letters you’ll get from me. More if I double up on some days. Or triple up like I did yesterday. Well, I guess you’re getting two or three at once some days, assuming the mail guys are doing their jobs. I mean the post office doesn’t collect today, it being Sunday, but I’m going down there anyway as soon as I find a stamp. No guard dogs could keep me away. Don’t worry, the post office here doesn’t have guard dogs. I’m pretty sure. And I know my way around dogs. Woof woof bark bark bark. Do you like my bark? I love your bark. Guess what I’m thinking of as your bark? It’s not your sock. Gosh, Daniel, I’m so horny. I can’t wait to hold your bark. To hold it in my hands and in my mouth and in my cunt.
I remember in one of your letters you liked when I said cunt. So I’ll close with that. Cunt. Cunt cunt cunt bark bark CUNT! Oh Gosh, Daniel, writing you is making me so wet.
Your wet Emma
PS I found some stamps. They’re these new self-stick kind. I want the kind I can lick because you’ll know I licked them thinking of you know, licking you while you lick me. But the envelope is another story. When I lick it I’ll pretend I’m licking you. Licking your bark.
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