A letter lovingly written that bared her heart and soul, her deepest secret desires, for so long hidden from the light of day, even hidden from herself, now exposed on paper in perfectly practiced handwriting. So carefully written and carefully folded and  handled like parchment, the weight more than simple paper, the weight of a heart and soul that cannot be measured in grams. She knew this was the right time not some cosmic conjunction of the stars but rather an alignment of hearts and so she handed her letter over, handed herself over, gave herself over to him.

He read her secrets, ones he knew about and ones he didn't, consumed her intimate desires and made them his, made them part of himself, made her part of himself.

 He took his time reading the letter over weeks and months and years word by word letter by letter, read it over and over and over again.

They explored together, examined together line by line. One clear stroke of the cane for each line written. Each red mark on her cheeks underlining in red every meaning she tried to say with inadequate words, so grateful he could find the meaning in her words. Was she glad she had written such a long letter? Oh so glad.

They explored together sentence by sentence. He led her to the depths of pure frustration camped on the edge of blissful abyss, every nuance of every sentence agonizingly slowly, hour after hour explored. Every stroke of the pen explored and savoured examined and re-examined. Was she glad she wrote such a long letter? Oh so glad.

 They explored together, every single letter, soft gentle kisses planted for every vowel and hard pinches for every consonant. For every crossed t a lovers caress and every dotted i a slap. Was she glad she wrote such a long letter? Oh so glad.

 They explored together every paragraph of the letter taking away a luxury or removing a dignity for every paragraph written. Was she glad she wrote such a long letter? Oh so glad.

 They explored together until the end of time examined the letter word by word, taking time to pull full body shivers of pleasure from her, for every word that was written. Was she glad she wrote such a long letter? Oh so so glad.