Kitten,

I have no plan, no agenda for the next, and too-brief, encounter. Our rituals, of course: you’ll stand in bra and panties and wait for me, listen quietly as I stand behind you with my hand on your throat, and kneel obediently when I tell you to. I’m very eager for that, Kitten, to have you on your knees again.

Beyond that, we’ll see where my wants take us. But we both know where that’s likely to be: deep in your throat, over and over and over. And we both know that you’ll give me what I want.

And I want you. Come to me, Kitten.

Love,
YOUR Querido