Kitten,

There are moments when the want is sudden, specific, urgent, and aching. This is one of those moments, come upon me without warning while I was going about routine business.

Suddenly, I wanted your lips around my cock. Just that: you kneeling, quietly, sitting back, your hands resting on your thighs, and your lips just circling the head of my cock. My hand is on the back of your head, your thick black hair wrapped around my fingers. I’m not thrusting into your throat, not challenging you at all — but watching you, moving slowly, savoring every moment of my cock in your warm wet mouth. Enjoying your obedience, Kitten, your wanton submission to my need.

Kneel, Kitten. Kneel, and look up at me — I’ll pull your head back so that you have to — and then look down and open your mouth, and wait for me to slowly thrust my cock between your lips. And then suck me, Kitten. Swirl your tongue slowly around the head. Moan, as you think about the things I’ll do to you after a few minutes — or after many minutes. Moan, and lean forward to take me deeper, and close your eyes more tightly, and feel the warmth and wetness between your legs as I prepare to pick you up and lay you down and have you every possible way.

Counting the hours. Counting the minutes, Kitten.

But now, while we count the hours … breathe. Breathe, and relax, and know that, soon, all your thoughts and will and need to act will melt away, and you’ll be my submissive, obedient Kitten, waiting quietly for me to tell you what to do, no control, no responsibility. No choices.

Love,
Your Sir