My Kitten,

Words are good, and necessary. I need words to tell you what to do, and to tell you what I’m going to do to you. You need words to answer, to say “yes, Sir” and “please Sir” and, very occasionally, to tell me that it’s too much. I need words to praise you, to tell you what a good girl you are, how much you please me, how much you excite me. And I need words, eventually, to calm and comfort you when I’ve pushed you too hard, or almost too hard. And I need words, little one, for some of the ways in which I tell how important and perfect you are for me.

Words are good, and necessary. But they aren’t sufficient.

I need, Kitten, hours with you. I need you warm in my arms. I need you on your knees. I need the knowledge that, for a couple of hours, at least, I have you to myself, uninterrupted, mine to command and possess.

I’ll keep sending you words. But I need more: my body needs more and, beyond that, I need more.

As for desire…

Kitten, I can hardly think straight, tonight. I feel like an animal in a man’s body. I want to devour you, to have you in every way.

YOUR
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