I posted this anonymously in a forum he may see it, after seeing ads that may be his, looking for casual sex that I don't dare respond to, after sitting around moping for months and getting fat and flabby:

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I had so looked forward to fucking again.

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I don't understand. I enjoyed the sex we had. I so looked forward to having more of that but you never called. I even called you to ask what happened, and left a message on your email asking the same, and no response from you. You seemed to want more too. You even prompted me to call you...maybe someone else was tampering with your email and so, if I don't hear your voice then, how can I know the emails are really you? I hope you are careful with your phone/email. If you have a jealous girlfriend around, and don't know it, she may have been what has come between us.

I have a really high libido and you were just getting me warmed up to acting that out, and poof! Gone, and no note to let me know, just vanished, as if you were someone I joined spontaneously in an alley that I never saw before! A dark alley.

At first, I wanted too much, but then I adjusted well to wanting just, a good time, and now I am adjusting to keeping you only as fantasy, with a scant possiblility that a miracle will occur to make you come to me with a wholesomeness in your heart and that awesome libido to complement it.

On the other hand, I wouldn't mind smacking you around a little. Ask you a few things. Third degree. I'd settle for just you letting me know that you'd like to fuck me again though. I'd even settle for never hearing from you again, as, that is what seems to be what is happening and who am I to accuse life of being unfair, but a woman who whimpers, longs, and is lost within a mass of confusion.