Kitten,

I talk often of wanting to choke you with my cock, make you gag, things like that. What I want though, really, is to fuck your throat, to thrust deep and fast, again and again, while I hold your head still and you just kneel or lie there and accept my cock.

We’re going to reach that point, Kitten. We’ll learn just what positions make it easiest for you to take my cock all the way down your throat. We’ll learn what rhythm allows you to take me that way over and over. And, eventually, you’ll be able to lie on your back on the bed, your head hanging off the edge, while I thrust my cock in and out of your throat, just as I do your pussy and your ass. Or perhaps you’ll be on your hands and knees, and I’ll kneel in front of you. Or maybe you’ll kneel and I’ll stand. Whatever we do, it’ll become second nature to you to have the whole length of my cock slipping in and out of your throat, filling you while you relax and tip your head back and breathe between my thrusts.

And then, Kitten, I’ll be able to fuck your throat as readily as I do your pussy–and I will. I will every time we’re together, my hand tangled in your hair, pulling you against me as I look down and watch my cock slide between your lips. We’ll get to that point.

But first, Kitten, you’ll kneel for me. Always, the first thing you’ll do is kneel for me. And soon–very soon now–you’ll kneel again. I can hardly wait, Kitten.

Love,
YOUR Querido