Kitten,

My mood varies. Sometimes I want to be rough with you, sometimes more generous and gentle.

Tonight, my darling Kitten, if you were here, would be very simple. I’d bind your wrists in front of you, and tie your ankles together. I’d lay you on your side, your head on my stomach. And then you’d spend about an hour with my cock in your mouth, my hand lightly stroking your hair, your back, your ass. Sometimes I’d slip two fingers into you and enjoy your warm wetness, and making you squirm.

Sometimes you’d feel my hand on the back of your head, pushing you down on to my cock. You’d have to hold your breath then as I slipped into your throat; hold it, and wait patiently for me to release you. I would, eventually, and you’d gasp and choke, your eyes watering. But then I’d leave you still for a little while, my cock just in your mouth, while you caught your breath and slowly sucked the head of my cock and relaxed again.

My mood right now, Kitten, is for that — for just exactly that.

But I know myself pretty well. After half an hour of that, I’d suddenly need — and it really would be need — to have my cock buried deep inside you. And so I’d roll you on to your back, and I’d untie your hands and feet, and I’d make love to you, my cock sinking deep into you as I pressed you under my weight. You’d gasp at the suddenness of it and I’d back out just a little to make it less painful. But only for a moment, and then I’d be thrusting quickly and deeply into you again. I wouldn’t let you pull away: when you tried, I’d put my hands on the bed above your shoulders so that you were trapped and unable to move away. And I’d pound into you, Kitten, in long, hard, deep strokes, endlessly, relentlessly, aggressively.

Pounding, Kitten. Making you squirm and cry out and moan. Making you dig your fingers into me and press your lips against my shoulder or my neck. And then my hand would be behind your neck, pulling you against me like a rag doll, holding you tightly against me. And my other hand would be behind your ass, lifting you up to me, tipping you up so I can thrust harder and deeper into you.

And I’m saying “I would” this and “I would” that.

I will. Very soon, Kitten, in mere hours, I will do those things to you. And you’ll moan and cry out and, a little later, come loudly with my cock deep inside you.

I can hardly wait. I think of little else, my beloved Kitten.

Love,
Sir