My Dearest Lynn,

I have read your letter over and over again. I am eating grapes as I write my reply, I have never noticed how grapes resemble your nipples before. I touch my tongue to it, it glistens, as I flick my tongue back and forth over it. It begins to harden from the attention. I am now savoring the flavor of the sweet grape, imagining it is you I am tasting. I want your nipples in my mouth...