My dearest, darling Hitachi,
Oh, how I long for you!
I’m sick to my stomach about accidentally leaving you behind in the city while I went to quarantine at my parent’s house. When this pandemic was thrust upon us, everything was spinning! No one knew what was happening! I packed my bags and escaped to the suburbs in such a panicked rush that I foolishly forgot to free you from my nightstand. Now I’ve been here without you for almost three months now and I am full of regret.
Particularly at this time, without me, you may be asking yourself, Why are we not spending day after day, night after night together? And I just want to assure you, not a minute goes by that your deep vibrations aren’t on my mind.
Summer is near and the days are long, darling. Every night, just like I’m doing right now, I watch the sunset alone with you in my thoughts. The cool breeze tingles like your electricity. The sliver of the moon smiles the same smile you have brought to my face in our four years together. Remember when we first met, dear? Oh, how you brought me such a fright with your demanding power! I even had to put a sock on you. Remember?
Now you haunt me. I close my eyes and see your slender wand. Your long cord plugged into the wall of my bedroom. Your simple switch. I open my eyes and I swear I see your white, rubber head in the clouds! Is it you, sweet pea? Are you spying on me from miles away? Are you thinking of me from the trenches of my underwear drawer?
I am horny, my love!
These are hard times, darling. But we must remain in good health. We must find ways to stay sane and happy while we’re separated. Which is why I must tell you, I have been finding pleasure in my very own two hands. Can you believe it, love? These ten, simple, motorless fingers bringing me to climax! I think I can hear you laughing! But before you, they were all I had! And now they’re all I have again…
I hope you do not think of my hands as a betrayal, my dear. Because you can never be replaced. My fingers are a mere reminder of you, a ghost of what you have the ability to do to me. These hands are kind but they do not bring me the baker’s dozen of orgasms that you do. You have the ability to penetrate me, split me, drill me without ever peeling back the layer of my underwear. You are a magnificent lover and I love you more than seems humanly possible. So it is with your best interests in mind that I beg you to continue to plug in without me. No, do not replace me, as I will not you, but please, keep your motor running during these turbulent times.
Do not slow on my behalf. Do not rust in my absence. We may be separated now but we are inseparable in the heart and mind, darling. It is human nature to want to feel good, to want to please, and we must continue to do so. Whenever the stars align for our timely reunion, I will not judge you and I hope you not me.
The sun has just about set. I must leave you for tonight, dearest. Kiss the Emojibators for me and tell the Lelo Sona Cruise I am thinking of her. Whenever you read this, please imagine me gripping you tight, melting and moaning. Let’s hope it won’t be much longer before we can find ourselves together again.
I’ll be dreaming of you. That is a promise. Dream of me?
Yours wholly and truly,
Carolyn
P.S. Honey, I could use some cigarettes if you got any.
Written by Carolyn Busa, creator of mysexproject.com