NC-17 m/m (explicit language)
Ray K/Turnbull

From: BigMountie@LoveIt.net
To: BeanieBabe@RideMe.com
Subject: You Are My Heart's Desire

My beloved,
I've thought of nothing but you since last night. Everywhere I turn, I
see your face. While I was standing guard duty today, I saw a young man
out of the corner of my eye, who looked so much like you that I nearly
abandoned my post! When he passed me, I could see that he was but a pale
imitation. His skin wan and deathly, where yours is delicate and
ethereal. His blue eyes, dull and pale, where yours are the color of the
sky on a rare winter's day, when the sun peeks from behind the clouds.
His spiked blond hair an affectation with no real personality, where
yours is exuberant, bursting with life and joy.

I must see you tonight. Please say yes.

R.
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From: BeanieBabe@RideMe.com
To: BigMountie@LoveIt.net
Subject: Re: You Are My Heart's Desire

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
I've got a hard on
How about you?

Seven o'clock. My place. Wear the hat.
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From: BigMountie@LoveIt.net
To: BeanieBabe@RideMe.com
Subject: I Am Filled With Joy

I will count the minutes until seven, my dearest. Just the thought of
touching your exquisite body enflames my imagination to point where I
fear that I may be unable to perform my duties. How can I focus on
paperwork when all I can think of is your beautiful mouth roaming over
my body? Oh, how I wish that I could see you now, if only for a moment.
To hear your musical voice, to smell the slight aroma of twinkies that
envelopes you!

I need you. Say that you'll be mine forever!

R.
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From: BeanieBabe@RideMe.com
To: BigMountie@LoveIt.net
Subject: Re: I Am Filled With Joy

You are a freak <g>
Just wait til I get you alone, MountieBoy! I'm going to smear
marshmallow creme all over you, and then I'm gonna lick every inch of
your body until you beg for mercy. But you're not gonna get any, mercy
that is, 'cause then I'm gonna suck your mountie-sized dick until it
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From: BigMountie@LoveIt.net
To: BeanieBabe@RideMe.com
Subject: Don't Torment Me

Why did you stop, my angel? Your words of love transport me from my
dull, meaningless existence, to a garden filled with the most tender
blossoms, waiting to be plucked. A soft pink flower to remind me of
your lips. A slim, fragile golden one to remind me of your body which I
long to caress.

Write me back, please.

R.
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From; BeanieBabe@RideMe.com
To: BigMountie@LoveIt.net
Subject: Are You Naked?

Sorry, Renny. Francesca was snooping around my desk, trying to read off
my computer screen. Somebody needs to find her a man. Hey, do you know
any straight mounties?

Anyways, I'm picturing you naked. You're sitting at your desk; your ass
sticking to the leather chair. You put your pencil down and stretch.
Then, you run your hands along your washboard abs. (You're so hot,
baby) Slowly, your hands work their way down to your rock hard thighs.
You're stroking them. Oh, look, you've got a hard on! My, my, isn't it
pretty! I wish I was there to plant a big, wet kiss on it, but I'm
not, so I guess my poor little mountie is on his own. You wrap your
hands around your penis, it's so big it takes both hands, and you pump
it. That's right, pump it hard! Pump it for your beaniebaby!! Say my
name; I want to hear you moaning through the computer screen! That's
it, Renny. Work it, honey! Oh yeah, OH YEAH!!!! You are a god.

Just a little taste of what's coming tonight.
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From: BigMountie@LoveIt.net
To: BeanieBabe@RideMe.com
Subject: I Am Beyond Rational Thought

I must have you now, love of my life. I will be at the precinct in less
than an hour, if I have to crawl on my hands and knees the entire
distance. Wait for me in the closet, our special place. I am coming to
you.

R.
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From: BeanieBabe@RideMe.com
To: BigMountie@LoveIt.net
Subject: Yes, Yes, YES!!!!!!!

Woo Hoo!! Gonna Get Laid, Gonna Get Laid!!
Come to me, MountieBoy. Haul that tight little ass over here! Uncle Ray
Ray is going to make you feel _so_ good. When I get done with you,
you're not gonna be able to stand upright, let alone walk. I guess we'll
have to spend the night in the closet. That's okay by me!
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the end

blarney stone
"When I get a little money, I buy books; and if any is left, I buy food
and clothes." -Desiderius Erasmus