Out In Public: Highway Bridge Fucking (Bareback)

Dear Harper,

I am so sorry to have to write this, but I am afraid we have to break up. I’ve found someone new. His name is Samuel, and he is the dreamboatiest dreamboat to come along in a long time. Yes, he is even dreamboatier than you, sweet Harper. He doesn’t speak a lick of English, which is fine, as I just plan to look at him and do things to his body 24 hours a day. Besides, grunts, groans and moans are universal and transcend all geography and language.

So, I am sorry, sweet Harper, but this is how it must be. Take comfort in the words of Taylor Dayne, who once sang these wise words: “I’ll always love you. For the rest of my days.”

Take care, Harper, and find solace in knowing, as the old saying goes, “It’s not you, it’s me.”

Love,
A28

P.S. Actually, now that I think about it, you fucked Chandler, and, sorry, that’s kind of gross. It IS you. It’s you every step of the way.

P.S.S. Chandler?! REALLY?!?!