This is a much older one, for a weekly prompt of "handwriting". Just a quick one, but I imagine Crowley could, if inspired, write a pretty scorching love letter.
Edit: Enough people asked for the full letter text, so here you go, you curious cats;
"How do you take yourself when I'm not there? Gently? Furiously? Twice in quick succession? Do you let your desire build until you ache, risking one rough stroke to take the edge off? Deny yourself entirely in this play-act that you're pious and chaste? Do you conjure the slickness of my tongue, The fullness of my cock to the base? Are you quiet, biting your soft lip against the swells of pleasure, or do you buck and shudder and moan and beg God in my absence to grant you salvation? Do you say my name? Do you have any idea what these ideas do to me, in the the hours when there is nothing to distract my salacious thoughts... the things I would do to worship at the altar of your sumptuous mouth..."
TheBeezKneez
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