October 14th, 1860
My Dearest Josephine,
The journey was arduous over the Sierra’s, but I made it to Sacramento in just over a month. I cannot say an exact date for my return. As I stepped from my mount upon arriving and rolled my ankle. The Doc says I should recover in about a week.
I am told our mail deliveries are taking just ten days. Please respond to my letter addressed Pony Express Rider, Wendell Holmes, so they don’t lock your letter in the Mochila.
As I wait here, I can do nothing but dream of you, my sweet wife, waiting for me so far away in Missouri. I long to see you once again standing outside our front door in your long white night shift. The sun rising behind you, your nakedness revealed by its bright rays.
I dream of your touch and the smell of lilacs in your hair. The vision of your pearly white breasts and smooth white thighs make my heartbeat quicken. I imagine the taste of your supple nipples and buttery quim on my tongue. Remembering the pleasure on your face, and the sounds you made as I ran my tongue through your soft folds. My fiddle has stiffened as those thoughts race through my mind.
I long to run my fiddle through the soft folds of your quim once again. To smell your sweet honey as it drips, and to once again play my fiddle through heavens gate. I imagine my fiddle playing in and out of you, coated in your sweet honey.
I wish to feel your legs squeeze tightly around my middle, and your fingers dig into the tense muscles of my back. To hear your soft moans growing as your short shoves come to a peak. Finally, to taste and feel your sweet lips on mine before sleep takes us once again.
Eternally yours,
Wendell
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October 28th, 1860
My Dearest Wendell,
I hope my letter finds you well, and once again, on your way back to me. It had been over a month before I heard from you, and I worried that the Indians had started waring again. The final crop has been brought in, and Mr. Colbert paid a fine price for our cabbage.
I, too, dream of you nightly, my love, and long to feel your warm embrace in our bed. The loving quilt our mothers made keeps me warm, but not the warms I feel in your loving embrace.
I long for your embrace, and to feel your strong hands caress my rear. To taste your lips and tongue as they explore my mouth. I wish to once again play your fiddle and listen to the sounds you make as I play my tongue across it. To feel the warm saltiness of your seed as it slides down my throat.
Yes, my love, I want to feel you deep inside my quim. To feel your stiffness pushing through heavens gate. I wish to once again feel your seed fill me as my short shoves take me to heaven, and hold me tight as we float in bliss.
Come back to me soon, my dear husband, and we will once again visit heaven together.
Faithfully and forever yours,
Josephine
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November 8th, 1860
My Dearest Josephine,
Your letter found me well in Carson City, Nevada, and on my way back to you. Receiving your letter so inspired me that I road the next two shifts for twenty straight hours to the Reese River. The attendant there having to pull me from my mount as my legs had stiffened.
I slept for twelve long hours and was the only rider available when the next man road in. This ride brought me to Ruby Valley, one hundred miles closer to you, my love. Several other men are waiting to ride east ahead of me, so I may be here a day or two.
I spoke to the proprietor of the general store today and told him of your beauty and your love of lilacs. He gave me a bottle of lilac perfume and told me such beauty should ware the most elegant fragrance. I smell the perfume, and your image appears in my mind.
The thought of your waiting embrace and your heavenly gate warms me on these cold nights. I wish so much to be with you, see your warm smile, taste your warm lips, hear your gentle sighs, smell your heavenly scent, and feel your warm touch.
I will be back with you soon, my love.
Eternally yours,
Wendell
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November 15th, 1860
My dearest Wendell,
Oh my, you are so far away, but I received your letter in only six days. I am hopeful you are not far behind, and this letter will get to you when you are but a day away.
The lilac perfume excites me more than you can imagine. My mother has always made the lilac soap I use to bath with. I have always wanted perfume, but it always seemed like an extravagant expense. I can’t wait to try it.
I am so lonely without you, my love. I have started touching my quim at night as I think of you. I close my eyes and imagine the touch of your hands caressing me. I hold your nightshirt to my face and smell your scent, and your image enters my mind. I sense your face slide over my stomach. As my fingers glide across my quim, I imagine you taste me, and shutter at the feeling. My short shoves approach, as I sense your tongue caressing my nub. The peak settles, and I fall into sleep to dream of you, my love.
Heaven awaits dear husband, please return to me soon.
Faithfully and forever your,
Josephine
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November 19th, 1860
My dearest Josephine,
Your letter has reached me in Julesburg, Colorado. It is still some seven hundred miles to home, but I am well rested and hope to complete a double on my next ride. By the time you receive this letter, I should be no more than a day or two behind.
Your letters have inspired and eased the loneliness I have felt on this long journey. I have read them many times while playing with my fiddle and imagining your touch.
I will see you very soon, dear wife.
Your loving husband,
Wendell
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November 22nd, 1860
“Why Mrs. Josephine, you are not sending another letter to Wendell, are you? He should be riding in sometime tomorrow.” Said the stationmaster.
“No, Jake, this is a letter to his brother Tomline. Tomline wanted to know when Wendell returned.”
“Well, Mam, they should meet on the trail, but it is possible they missed each other.
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November 29th, 1860
My dearest Tomline,
If you did not see him on the trail, your brother Wendell was due home on November 23rd. I hope this letter finds you well on your way to Sacramento.
I wanted to thank you for keeping me company while your brother was away. The nights would have been much colder and lonelier without your warm body next to mine. I beg you to keep our secret to the grave, as I love Wendell dearly and would not like to see him hurt.
Being Wendell’s twin allowed me to do more than just envision his fiddle playing my quim. Though I must say, you are playing with a bigger fiddle that added to my enjoyment. I will have fond memories of the many nights we spent together.
I hope the memory of my heavens gate sustains you on the long journey ahead.
Your loving sister-in-law,
Josephine
