Santa half asked and half stated while carefully folding the two pieces of stationary and placing them back into the envelope. ‘Yes, that is all,�... stated Santa. ‘We cannot trust verbal messages relayed by so many carriers along the way, because the message gets so scramble. However, the final elf said something about needing the ‘real Santa’ and ‘passion.” ‘This letter is all we have except for the comment about the style of her delivery,’ he continued. ‘Based on all that, I do believe that. " "It doesn't matter, you promised. You know how I am about commitments." "It was your stories." "My stories?" "I read the first one when I was still married, just after you published it. You made me feel the feelings that you wanted me to feel, the ones you felt, the pain of betrayal, the joy of finding hope in an ocean of despair. You know that there are things that I don't ever feel, things that my... history has either denied me or spared me. Your stories, have a way of getting around those. We caressed each other. We took our time. I was lustful for her, but didn’t want to cheapen the moment. I wanted it to be beautiful.We didn’t have sex that night. Our naked bodies were next to each other, warming each other, exciting us, but we embraced. We made love, without having sex. We became one.The next morning, we ordered room service. “I don’t want to waste the day”, I said.Angel; “We might not see that much of New York this trip. I want us to become one. I want us to become. Even he had a crush on me. And we never knew about it until we were in relation. Our story started when I’ve sent him a friend request on FB. I was aware that he already had a gf at that time. By the very next day, he accepted my request. I didn’t reveal my identity for a very long time. Later he came to know about me when I’ve started giving him hints. We had sex chats for long late nights. Finally, we both had an intense passion for each other. One day on my insistence he came to my place to.