Sex lettter from Cambodia
KatieToo long since our lips last met. Too long since we last embraced.As I write this letter I am laying on my stomach, on top of my bed. I am currently residing in a small shack, a stone's throw from the water. It's a plain affair ¬ a wooden door opening to a single room. Along three of the walls are large windows, their shutters held open to the sea breeze by wooden struts. To one side of the room is my desk. At the other side of the room is my canopy bed, little more than a mattress raised...