Jan Remembers the First Time:

I remember that warm evening in August, 1988. I remember the way your mouth felt against my skin, and how I could not claw my clothes off quickly enough to suit me. I remember how you felt as you slipped inside of me, the fullness, the feeling in my stomach that still makes me wet when I think about it.

I remember how you made love to me under that tree. I recall how slowly you moved in and out of me, like I was the most delicate piece of china, and each time I tried to drive you deeper into my body, you would stop me, and kiss me, and whisper, “Don’t rush it my love.”

20 years later, our names are still carved on that tree, and just walking down that path still stirs the passion you ignited in me that August night. You changed my life forever and I could never, ever be the same without you.

I can’t wait to make love to you again.

Love,

Jan