Dear Close Friend,

I’m so very glad that we’re such good friends, and we have such a strong bond between us. I’m very fortunate to have such a close and intimate relationship with you, one that allows us to be so open and honest. Your sincerity is inviting, and rarely do I feel inhibited around you. That said, I do have a favor to ask - please do not make any further appearances in my sexual dreams.

I understand we’re close, but somewhere I must draw the line.

As much as I enjoy the time we spend together, I’m really not ready to broach that wildly sexual frontier with you. I mean, you’re a great friend. But there are just some times where we both need our distances, and while I’m having an intensely graphic dream is such a time.

I’m really glad we can share so many wonderful experiences, but there are some I’d rather experience without you present: namely, the incidences of wild, rampant sex we’ve been having in my dreams. I like your company, but when I’m dreaming that I’m being fellated with ice cubes, I’d rather have the other person be anonymous instead of you, staring up at me with familiar eyes.

Try to see it from my perspective - every time I see you in real life, I can’t help but think back to that time, in my dream, that I spooged all over your face in a moment of unparalleled pleasure. And as comfortable as we are together, it’s difficult to see you, knowing each time that I will reflect back upon that amazing orgasm in my dream and get all hot and bothered. That can’t work for us, as a functional dyad in society.

This is very difficult to say, because I care so deeply about you. But each time I see you now, I can’t help but imagine you naked. That’s just not right for me to do, as a friend. After seeing you naked and licking up my chest in my dream, it’s hard to maintain the respectable distance of waking life. There are just boundaries a friendship shouldn’t cross.

I know you’re probably saying, "But Kit! It’s not my fault I was in your dream." Well, this sounds like the evasive excuse of a guilty party. A guilty party, I might add, who - in my dream - really got worked over by me. Twice.

I’ll always feel you close to me, no matter who else I fuck in my dreams. I won’t let that come between us. Shooting my semen with you was one of the most wonderful dreams in my life, right up there with running through the mall at night with a baseball bat, breaking all the glassware. Trust me, it was very nice to have had you in my dream. If, in time, we decide to move forward with our relationship in real life, then we will cross those lines when we get to them, and perhaps I may reconsider my stance. Hopefully, if we ever do test the waters in real life, the "real" you can hold a candle to the phenomal sexual avatar that is your dream counterpart.

Until then, though, I think it’s best if you remain out of my sexual dreams. Come join me in the ones where I go to the beach, or the ones where I’m vacationing in Italy. But as for the dreams where it’s all about the fucking, I think it’d be best if you stayed away. Only chaos would ensue.

It’d be best for me.

It’d be best for us.

I hope you understand my position, because did you ever understand a handful of them on the dreamscape. That said, I must go to bed. I’ll see you soon - but hopefully not too soon, and hopefully not too naked.

Sincerely,

Kitstopher Ryan Adkins