Dear Draco

thrnbrooke and rachxoxo: Thank you, I really had a great weekend and now I am ready for some more writing.

JHBlake: It felt really good that you told me you think my letters are special! Knowing that you like this
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me. As you can see I am still working on the raising the tension thing.
Draco_Harry_lover: You are absolutely right, the torturing is great fun. But poor Draco and Harry shouldn't be
the only ones suffering...
ZooArmy: Yes, it was just because of you. If I would 'make any money out of this', you could claim your rights.
And the 'Harrys' do exist, just keep your eyes open for a letter.
Jan: Yes, the waiting is hell for them and it keeps getting worse until they finally meet, but, in the
meantime, I am glad you enjoy their letters.

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Dear Draco,

you have no idea what you are doing to me by staying away for so long.

Your description of your shower fantasy made so hot I just had to re-enact it to keep myself from going mad with unfulfilled desire.

So right after reading your letter I went into the bathroom, took off my clothes and stepped under the shower. I was still halfway hard from reading.

Then I pictured you under the shower with me – your wet platinum blonde hair sticking to your head, your tall, slender body, your smooth, pale skin, your erect cock – and I was completely hard again in an instant.

Slowly I ran my hands down my body and finally wrapped my fingers around my own cock, all the while imagining it was you to whom I was doing all these things.

I started stroking my cock, carefully first, then increasing the speed and pressure, feeling the pleasure I would be giving you at that moment.

I revelled in the fantasy of how the rhythmical movement of my hand would make you plead for more, of how you would be slowly losing control, of how your face would be distorted with arousal.

In my mind your cock was twitching under the strokes of my hand, just like my own cock was doing now.

The fantasy was so intense, felt so real, that I wanted it to last for ages, just to keep up the illusion that you were actually there with me.

But then again this was simply too intense. The picture of your hot, wet body against mine and the growing excitement showing on your face drove me to accelerate the movements of my hand.

I kept rubbing your imaginary cock rapidly, the grip around it so firm it nearly hurt, until I came to the fantasy of you moaning my name while I was driving you over the edge.

For a second I felt like I was in heaven. This was probably the most intense orgasm I ever had.

But then, as soon as the power of the orgasm subsided, I suddenly felt terribly lonely. You were supposed to be there, holding me in your arms, sharing the after-effects of our making out.

But you were NOT there! You were NOT holding me close, telling me how much you loved me.

I was all alone, a desperate boy who had wanked over a fantasy. And at that moment I missed you more then ever.

Tears of frustration were running down my face, merging with the water from the shower, so I hurriedly left the shower and went to my room to lay on the bed and wait for this wave of sadness to pass.

I know, this probably sounds like a whole lot of self-pity to you but what I am actually trying to tell you is that I MISS YOU!

I miss you so terribly I can't hardly sleep or eat or do anything at all.

I so hope that I didn't repel you by telling you all this.

It's just that I never wanted, needed anything, anyone as much in my life.

Please tell me that you can understand what I am feeling and that we are going to make all our fantasies come true as soon as you are back.

Yours (with every thought and every dream)
Harry