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Epistula non erubescit = "A letter doesn't blush." (Cicero)

Smut is a must, slash is always a possibility. This is an e-mail written from Raphael to Donatello, so please note that all grammar mistakes are intentional. Raphael is intelligent and knows how to write properly, he just couldn't give half a damn if his participles dangle or not.

Stated bluntly.
You finally left the damned room Donnie, now I can get this email wrote. Thanks for letting me use the computer by the way. But if you knew what this letter was all about and who it was to you'd probably have thought different about it. So yeah, it's a letter to you, but you aint never gonna see it, since I'm going to go on and hit delete when it's done. I'm writing it for me. So I can get this off my damned chest and cause if I don't I'm gonna go fucking crazy, not so you can give me hell about it.

Its about you and April last night. Yeah I saw you. I've been wondering about you guys. Like how the hell you ended up with her and when the hell you guys started your little fuck buddy thing. I got a clue for you, Don, it aint a secret. We all know. I know, Mikey knows, Leo knows. Hell, I think Splinter even knows. So you might as well just give it up and say it out loud. And I'll tell you what happened was I stopped by her place last night and was gonna drop in and tell her hi, but instead I saw the two of you through the window. I shoulda just turned around and left but I guess I was just too fucking stupid to do that so I stayed there. Ok so maybe I was a little curious. More than a little curious. Like morbid fucking curiosity. Watching a damn car crash knowing you aint gonna like the end result but you can't get yourself to look away. It was like that. Great excuse right?

But you two were already all up on each other when I got there anyway. You weren't into it, but she didn't have much on. Ok she didn't have a damned thing on. A towel, but that doesn't count as clothes. And her hair was wet like she just got out of the shower. I couldn't tell if you were wet too but you probably were. You probably took the shower with her. But when I saw you you were on the couch and leaned over her smiling like some kind of damned Romeo. You kissed her full and deep and hard and I'm just gonna say right out that I was fucking jealous. Maybe that's why I stayed longer than that stupid car crash idea should have made me. Cause after the crash you at least kinda want to look away a bit, but I didn't. What I did was made sure I was good and deep into the shadows just outside that window and I kept looking in on the two of you. I kept watching to see what you were gonna do next.

Well what you did next was to pull off that wet towel and she was all naked under you. You took your mouth down her neck and your hands did their own thing, sliding down to her tits. You took your mouth down too and started sucking on one of them. She liked it. Hell yeah she liked it. Never saw her smile like that before. I guess you was doing something right. Even more when you kissed down her stomach and spread her legs apart. You looked up at her and you smiled like a damned Alice in Wonderland cat, then you went down.

Yeah I'm vulgar for saying it, but you were fucking doing it so you can't judge me. Its hard to type this but its so clear in my damned head. Every fucking second of it. I saw you slide your hands under her ass and lift her up and you worked at her. She was grabbing at the back of the couch, then reached down and put her hands on the of your head and pulled you closer to her. God, I was getting hard watching you two. Watching you bite at her and just eat into her. Made me sick but I kept looking. I think I knew right when you started using that tongue of yours too cause she arched her back up and dug her fingernails into the back of your head. Even through the glass I could hear the sounds she was making. I knew you were pushing that tongue so deep into her pussy that she couldn't think straight. And you still pushed your face in harder as she writhed around.

Then you just stopped. You pulled back and smiled at her again and she looked down at you and pouted. I could tell that you liked the look she gave you cause you took your face down and watched her as you ran your tongue up her again. That was just real quick, then you sat back all the way and grabbed her by the waist, flipping her over like she was some kind of rag doll. I guess it was something you did a lot before, cause she just went along with it. She turned herself around and leaned on the back of the couch, sticking that ass of hers up into the air. You just sat there and watched her do it. She looked over at you like she was expecting something and you laughed. She winked. You stood up and I saw that you were hard and ready. I was just about as hard and ready, but there wasn't a fucking thing I could do about it from my side of the window. But you didn't have to worry about that and I could see pretty clear from where I was sitting.

You just leaned over and grabbed a bottle of something off the end table. Slippery stuff, I guess, cause you poured some into your hand and rubbed it down over your cock. Then you took the bottle and poured more on before you tossed it aside then you rubbed the slippery stuff up on her pussy. You got it in there good. Real good. I saw you slide your finger in a little. Then a lot. She put her head down on the cushion and let you do it. Then you took your finger out and started rubbing on her back. That curvy part of her back. You just kneaded your fingers into her muscles and pulled your dick closer and closer up behind her. Then you worked your hands down again and grabbed her ass. Yeah that's when I figured out you wasn't doing it the way I thought you was going to do it.

Instead of sliding that cock into her cunt you put the tip of it just there. Right there, to her asshole. Fucking nasty but I kept looking. You pushed in a little then pulled out. She was letting you so I guess you did it before. I guess you both like doing it that way. Yeah whatever works. But you took it in just a little more then out again. Then again fucking halfway. You pulled all the way out and waited and she looked back at you, then you just fucking slammed so hard into her that she screamed. She screamed a fucking good scream. And you leaned over her back and put a hand over her mouth and pounded into her again. And again and again. And I fucking watched you do it and I was so fucking hot and hard and jealous that I couldn't stand it. Then I realized something and felt sick.

And I could go on and on about how I wish that it had been me and April on that couch, but I would be fucking lying. Because it was you, you son of a bitch. It was right then that I fucking realized I wasn't jealous of you but that I was jealous of her. How the fuck could I be thinking of you? When the hell did I start imagining that it was my fucking ass you were slamming in to? Shit. It made me so damn sick to think about it that I jumped from the damn window and ran home.

I got into the damn shower and tried to wash off that nasty thought. Fucker wouldn't go away. I was still hard and it wouldn't go down. I had to get rid of it somehow but that thought just came back into my head again and again and the only way to do anything was to do it myself. A hand full of soap and I started rubbing on myself. I was trying to think about April. About anybody but you. You son of a bitch. I couldn't. The harder I rubbed the more I imagined you behind me. I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes. Yeah, then you weren't behind me anymore. You were in front of me. It was my turn. You were bent over and I was sliding my cock into your ass.

And I just let myself keep thinking that. Whatever. Whatever was going to get rid of that fucking hard on. Whatever was going to get me to come so I could get the fuck out of that shower and go to bed. It wasn't my hand anymore. It didn't feel like it. I thought about grabbing your hips and slamming my dick into you and you screaming because it felt so damn good. Then I came so fucking hard that I fell onto my knees in the shower. And I stayed there with my hand on my dick while it went down.

Right. I'm deleting this. So what the hell does it matter if I say the truth in it, right? I'd be lying if I told you I stopped thinking about it after I went to bed. After the damn shower. But I did keep thinking about it and it wasn't some damn dream. It was real thinking and plotting something that never is gonna and never should happen. And it didn't take long to get hard again imagining you doing it. Imagining your mouth wrapped around my dick as you sucked. Pulling my ass up so you could get a better way to do it. That tongue playing on the tip of my cock, licking biting down just hard enough to send little bits of some kind of spasm up and down my body. I kept my hands away from myself as long as I could that time. No fucking good. I grabbed myself and started at it again. You and your mouth did it in my mind and me and my had did it in my fucking bed. I came again. Twice in one night. Over you, you son of a bitch.

Fucker. I've never felt so sick with myself in my life. I feel sick but I feel good. I guess you couldn't understand that. Could you? Yeah it felt fucking good. I want to do it again but I don't want it to be my damn hand covered in soap or your mouth in my imagination. And it aint gonna happen so lets just leave it there. And you asked me why I looked like I wanted to smash your face in this morning. If you only knew.

Yeah. Well thanks for letting me use the computer. I'm going to find that damn delete key now before you come in and see this. Just one more thing though, Donnie. Don't you ever fucking do that to me again.
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