Now winter sets in, and for a few dark days my arms, which ache to hold you, will remain empty. Use this time well; I’ll do the same. And the next time I hold you, Kitten, will be spectacular–even by our high standards.

How I wish we could hold on to our moments, Kitten, and make the feelings linger as vividly as do the memories. But the intensity must make that impossible. And that’s probably good: if I could completely recall the feeling I have when you drop to your knees and press your cheek so sweetly against my body before taking me in your mouth, if I could will that feeling back into existence as readily as I can visualize you, then I’d do nothing else all day.

But already it seems so long since I slowly undressed you as you stood obediently before me; since I told you to kneel and then watched as my hard cock slipped in and out of your mouth; since I tied you on your back over that big leather cushion, your legs spread wide, and gently licked and sucked your pussy. Since I came, kneeling over you, my cock thrusting fast in and out of your mouth as I held your head tight with my hand and fucked your throat.

I remember it all, Kitten, and it was all wonderful. One image I can’t get out of my mind, though, is of something that hasn’t happened yet, but will soon. That’s the image of you on your stomach on that same leather pillow, tied the same way–legs wide, arms above your head. I’ve thought of this so many times, I can see it as if it has already happened. I’ve been kneeling on the bed in front of you, my hand in your hair pulling your head up, thrusting my cock into your throat and telling you to “be a good Kitten, take it deep. That’s right, deep. Now hold it…hold it…there! Good girl, Kitten.”

I’ve been doing that, but now I want my cock in your ass, and so I move until I’m kneeling between your legs. I hold you down tightly against the cushion. I don’t ask you, or tell you what I’m going to do. But what I’m going to do is fuck your ass, deep and hard and long.

In fact, I am going to do that. And I’m not going to wait until the end of our little winter for it.

Sir

PS Want. An enormous want, stronger than sexual desire alone can explain. Your submission is intoxicating. I want to command you. I want to throw you back against the wall and take you. I want to tie you up, bending you over, and drive my cock deep into you in ever possible way. And it’s your submission to me, as much as your body, that I want so desperately.