Kitten,

Part I

Just a little longer to wait. You have a little longer to feel that happy apprehension, that nervousness about what’s going to happen. Pause every now and then and think about it. Re-read the last note and imagine how driven, how tense, how aggressive I’m going to be. Know that it’s approaching, and it’s inevitable. And then breathe slowly, deeply, and tell yourself that you’ll simply surrender to it — that there’s nothing else you can do, and so you’ll do it.

Counting the hours.

Part II

There are certain specific sensations I’m eager to feel, Kitten.

I want to feel your body tremble as my hands tighten on your throat and hip. When I stand behind you and touch you for that first time, Kitten, you moan. It’s the sound of helplessness and want, as if you suddenly realize that you’ve been captured — and that you want to be captured.

I want to feel your cheek pressed against my stomach as you kneel before me. I want to feel your hands on my legs, pulling yourself toward me as you wait for me to unfasten my pants.

I want to feel your lips around me.

I want to feel your arms around my neck as I carry your naked body to bed.

I want to feel your wrists held tightly in my hand, your ankles between my legs, as I pull you back against me and take you from behind.

I want to feel you in the tub with me, your back against my chest, your breasts in my hands as you lean your head against my shoulder.

I want, my dear little Kitten, to feel your aching, sated, exhausted, softly trembling body in my arms as we drift off to sleep.

Love,
Your Querido