He liked sex, so much so that he often wondered if he was obsessed with it. Certainly he enjoyed the physical sensations; but more, he was attracted to the psychology of it, to the sense of power he derived from pleasing women. He remembered once observing to a woman–she was thirty-five, ten years older than he and the only older lover he’s ever had–that women seemed to become helplessly swept away in climax. That helplessness, the woman’s surrender to the intensity of sensation, became for him one of the great attractions of sex.

As his experience grew he developed strong preferences–chief among them a powerful desire for oral sex: this became an essential part of sex for him, the woman taking him into her mouth while he watched her. He understood that the watching was crucial, was a necessary part of the experience. With that understanding he came to realize that the psychological aspect of sex was, for him, the greater part, that for him sex was about power and control, and that taking a woman–for “taking” was the word that came to his mind when he thought of the act of lovemaking–was not only an affectionate and intimate act, but an aggressive one as well.

He was generally comfortable with this self-knowledge–he was a man generally comfortable with himself–but also aware that it might hint at something darker in himself, perhaps at some imperfectly suppressed desire to take a woman by force, to possess her against her will. Yet her willingness was important to him: he wanted the aggression, even something bordering on violence; but he needed her willingness as well, her eagerness. He wondered about this tension, this balancing of his desire to demand, and his desire that a woman willingly give herself to him.

And then he met a woman whose need to submit was as great as his desire to dominate, and suddenly the dark places inside him were illuminated.

Now I know what I want.

And, Kitten, today was what I want. All of it, all the excess, all the attention. I want my cock that far down your throat, even though you choke and gag. I want you to worship my cock, to hold it and lick the length of it and press it to your face. I want you to beg me to let you put it in your mouth.

I want you to come, gasping, shaking, almost collapsing, while I slowly thrust my cock in and out of your ass and cradle your head on my arm and hold you against me. I want you to writhe and moan, wrists bound, ankle tied to the bed, as my tongue spreads your pussy lips and circles your clitoris and spends a long time there.

And I want to hear your moans as you kneel with my cock in your mouth, want to feel that wanton submission, that desire to please that’s so intense that you get wet just thinking of how much I enjoy your mouth, your throat, and the sight of my hard shaft sliding into you.

And then I want you, still submissive, still eager to please me in whatever way I demand, to curl up against me, to mold yourself to me, and to rest securely in my arms, your head tucked into my neck, your still-quivering body weak and helpless and safe beside me.

I want today. Again. Soon.

Kitten, you please me.

Love,
Sir