My Little Constance, My words seemed to have caught in my throat and in my brain as I can’t seem to find a way to put them down though I try my best for you, my dear.

After our rendezvous, I do believe you care for me. But is it enough for you tow want a life and something more outside these seemingly secret letters we send between each other? Is it enough for you to ache for me for days at a time only to lose control and have your plump lips against mine in mere desperation?

I want more. I want beyond the secrecy of the love affair we seem to carry. Beyond these letters I receive from you. I want more than to be your sweet secret that you please behind locked doors and drawn curtains.

Only allowed to make a sound when no one roams the halls of your house. I want beyond what we are now. Although it is much to ask of you, I can’t help but think that you too, want more. I am ready to give you all I can. All my love and trust. In exchange I only ask for your time. Your time and company my little Constance. Would you give me that much?

You’re an enigma my darling. And I love it more than I will ever admit aloud. But right here, right now I pledge to be yours. And only yours.

But I won’t live in secret. I won’t have anyone not know your name is the name I yell when bliss over takes my body and my mind is anywhere but near.

I won’t have anyone not know that my name is the name that slips out of those gorgeous lips of yours while I allow your body and mind to go numb from pleasure. Because I am more than a secret my love.

Yours, Anne