I found the following letter on my front door this morning…

Dear Sabrina… your name is like a song on my lips…

Please don’t be scared by this letter.  It’s true, you don’t know who I am.  But I know who you are.  My head has been filled with you for almost two months.  I work at the coffee shop that you go to every morning.  I’ve written your name on your cup so many times and it always gives me goosebumps.  I know what your favorite drink is:  a white chocolate mocha.  But you don’t always order that.  Sometimes you get a large house coffee with 3 splendas and half and half.  I’m always delighted when you decide to order tea instead, which is rare.  This makes me think that it’s a special day for you, a day when you’re going to venture out and be daring and try something new.  I like to imagine what you might be doing throughout the day.  

You are so friendly and outgoing.  It makes my heart swell when I listen to you chatting with the person who takes your order.  I envy them so much, that they get your attention for at least a few minutes each day.  You can’t possibly notice me.  I’m always behind the scenes, behind the counter, making the coffee.  It’s such a busy place.  I doubt you’ve ever looked at me.  

When you left the coffee shop yesterday, I told my boss that I had an emergency and that I had to leave immediately.  I didn’t even wait for him to answer me, I simply bolted out the door.  I watched you drive out of the parking lot and I gunned my engine like a maniac and drove quickly to catch up to you.  I thought that I lost you but then I saw your car ahead, a  block away, I actually let out an excited scream.  I stayed far enough away from you so that you wouldn’t know you were being followed.  

I followed you to your next stop, the dry cleaner.  Then, you went to the gas station and I saw the attendant flirting with you.  I wanted to punch him in the face and shout “you’ll never be good enough for her, you loser!’  I followed you as you drove up the hills to your beautiful home.  I parked a few houses away and watched you go inside.  I was so happy to see where you lived.  You deserve to live in such a fine place.  It’s even more lovely because you grace it every day.

I went home and removed all of my clothes.  I thought about you and masturbated like crazy, three times in a row.  I was exhausted afterward.  I stayed in bed, touching myself and wondering what your skin feels like and what it smells like.  I would love to trace your entire body with my fingertips and then kiss every inch of your body.  I want to make you feel good.  I am only 17 years old, but I promise that if you give me the chance, I will make you feel better than anyone ever will.  I want to give you the orgasm of your life and then give it to you again and again and again.  

Please, the next time you come into the coffee shop, give me a sign that you want to meet me and give me the chance to make you happy.  Go to the counter and ask for me by name.  Then we can begin a wonderful journey together where I will exist only to make you happy.  You are my obsession and my purpose for living.  

My name is Lily.  


What a lovely surprise! How can I possibly resist that?  

Play with me for the most erotic pleasure.  Steamy Sabrina 1-888-437-0012.

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