In a series of exploratory pieces, I would like to present 'Savage Love, the Lost Letters.' As many of you know and may even have experienced, Savage is a man of many talents. The trail of broken hearts he leaves everywhere he travels touches us all. I hope you enjoy these stories of love and lust as much as I do. Without further introduction, I give you Savage Love, the Lost Letters, volume one.
Dear Wyvern920,
I am a long time reader, first time writer. Every month the first section in your site I scroll to are the letters – I simply cannot get enough Savage-themed adult literature. Here is my addition.
It was a cold afternoon in Providence, but it often was around this time of the year. I had just gotten out of my History 123 class. I could not keep my eyes off of this ravishing boy sitting in the front of the class. His wavy brown hair sat gracefully upon his head. His eyes were deeper than the oceans. His glasses wove stories of roses around his eyes. His black sweatshirt clung erotically to his body. His jeans enclosed his legs. He was hot. But anyway, it was Thanksgiving Break and everyone I knew was going home. By that evening the weather had gotten even colder and very few people were out. I decided to watch TV. But then the TV wasn’t working so I had to call the university cable people. They answered my call.
I decided to slip into something more comfortable. I was wearing a leather bondage suit and a ball-gag when I heard a knock on my door. There was a tense moment. I opened the door. I gasped for air as I saw him – the same guy from earlier today. He opened his mouth and started to move his lips sensuously. “I am here to fix your cable.” He had me at hello.
The man fixed my cable and was about to leave and then I remembered – “wait, I don’t even know your name.” He replied, pointing to his name-tag, “My name is Savage.” I remembered also, “Oh, I don’t think I have any money to pay for your work.” My eyes swept up and down his body – the sculpted face, shapely hips, strong feet. “Is there some…other way I could pay you?”
Lines 25-459 censored by Warden Stephen Boyd
I will never forget his soft touch…I love you Savage.
Inmate H053299AT9
John J. Moran Medium Security Facility
Cranston, Rhode Island
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