Kitten,

Rope. I’m going to acquire enough, this weekend, to tie you in various ways. We’ll start with you on your back, spread-eagle on my bed. We may not get beyond that the next time you’re here: I can imagine so many things I want to do with you restrained like that. And we’ll do them. All of them.

Torment.

I’m going to manhandle your breasts, Kitten. I’m going to pinch your nipples, run my tongue roughly over them until you’re moaning and can’t hold still. I’m going to run my hands over your body, from your neck to your thighs, touching you, possessing you.

I’m going to slowly stroke your clitoris while you lie helpless on the bed. I’m going to slip my fingers into you, slowly fucking you with one hand while I turn your head and press your cheek tightly against the bed. I’m going to touch you everywhere, explore you everywhere.

Then, Kitten, I’m going to take you. I’m going to thrust my hard cock into your pussy while I hold the vibrator against your clitoris, until finally you come, gasping and moaning and crying out.

And that, Kitten, will be just the beginning. It’s going to go on and on, as I take you in every possible way — and as you come with my cock in you. Everywhere.

Love,
Sir