My Dearest,
The war has left me battered and bruised. Much like how you
left me the night before I left you. I remember it well. Hearts a flame, loins
frothing…you sure worked me vigorously that eve. Ah, these are but the thoughts
that keep me going. So I have a miniature Muffy coming along, eh? Perhaps we
should name her after my mother. Penny Trait. It really has a nice ring to it. I
miss you dearly. I keep your daguerreotype portrait by bedside. Please send me
a new one; it seems that this one has accumulated a few stains. It brings me great joy to hear that your
chastity belt remains intact. Well, I am off to the trenches. I should be
arriving home within the month. Prepare for my arrival and make ready my bath
and scented oils- for it shall be an evening full of pleasure and pain.
P.S I've included the old, stained portrait since I am expecting a new one.
P.S I've included the old, stained portrait since I am expecting a new one.
Till then,
Your beloved, Bentley
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