Good evening Micha, your letter this evening touched my heart. I love this letter-writing relationship even though I would love to hug you, kiss you, hug you, etc. I am very happy to see you again. I will make a comment on one of the photos you sent me where you are, I believe in St Petersburg on the banks of the Neva. I see a handsome young man watching the sunset. His face is in profile. These are two hands that rest on her delicate thighs. He looks into the distance, his gaze a little lost in the mist. There is all the depth of centuries-old Russia that is expressed in his attitude. Since he is in St. Petersburg, I inevitably think of Dostoyevsky. But this young man calls neither crime nor punishment. On the contrary, This handsome young man asks me what my sexual fantasies would be with him. I admit that I don't really know how to answer him. I would like to make love with him, kiss him languidly on the mouth. I would like my hands to descend quietly on his chest, they caress her thighs, I would also like to go gradually to discover her sex. This one would be hard but not too much .... I would stroke it gently. I would stroke your testicles and gradually your cock would get harder and harder. In your turn, your hands would caress my chest, descend down my thighs, and gently caress my cock. We would kiss each other softly, and our eyes would meet. Through this exchange of glances, all the depth of amorous desire would try to penetrate this mystery as old as Humanity. And you, write me what would be your sexual fantasies with me? I'm glad you said you love me Mischa, even though we don't know each other very well yet. I am surprised and bewildered by your declarations of love which I did not expect. Sometimes I don't know what to think about it. If I were younger and crazier, I would have flown to see you in St. Petersburg. Or conversely, I would have come to meet you at Charles De Gaulle airport in Paris. That's all for tonight, my dear Mischa. Responding to you and writing to you will have occupied part of my evening. You made me ...

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