Kitten,

I’d like to be sitting on the couch in our hotel room, reading, with you curled up beside me, your head in my lap. As I read, I’d lightly stroke your hair, rest my hand on your shoulder and hold you, brush the back of my hand gently over your cheek. I’d enjoy my quiet, relaxing Kitten, enjoy calming you and watching you settle after a long day.

After awhile, I’d set my book down and pull you to me and kiss you, my arms around you holding you against me. My hand would slip down your back to your waist, feel your bottom — and then I’d crush you against me in a long, tight hug.

Then I’d stand, Kitten, and carry you to bed, lay you on your back and undress you, and make love with you until you were close to coming, my hands moving over your body as I thrust deeply into you.

And everything else. My immediate want is to hold you, to tell you — with or without words — what to do and watch as you obey. But I want everything, every inch of your body, to make love with you every possible way. I want you to come with my cock in your mouth — again. I want you to come with my cock in your ass — again. I want to make love with you, to see you kneel, to thrust my cock smoothly and deeply into your throat — again, again, and again.

But, above all, I want to quietly command you. I want to bind you, this time without straps but simply with my domination of you and your desire to submit. I want to say “be still, Kitten” and know that you’ll lie curled silently against me, your head on my chest, your fingers resting on my arm or my stomach — to know that you’ll be still until I say “now take my cock in your mouth” and you instantly, wordlessly obey me.

Kitten, I found a long black hair tangled around my cock today. It pleased me.

Love,
YOUR Querido