[ Breathe, Kitten. Close your eyes, remember, anticipate, and breathe.
I’ll be back by 8:30 tonight. ~ Q. ]

Kitten,

Three things to imagine — or, rather, two things to remember from the recent past, and one to anticipate in the immediate future.

One: I’m sitting. You’re on your knees in front of me, naked, your elbows resting on my thighs. Your fingers and your lips are wrapped around my cock. My hand is on the back of your neck, pushing your head down, holding you there, grasping your hair and pulling you back up. Again and again, thrusting deeply.

Two: You’re naked beneath me, my arms around you, my hand on the back of your neck. My fingers tighten on your neck, holding you still, slowly tipping your head back. As I kiss you, I drive my cock slowly and deeply into you in long, endless thrusts.

Three: And, soon, you’ll be on your stomach, lying on the cushion — not as you have in the past, but across it, so that it holds your ass up to me. Your ankles will be tied to the foot of the bed, your legs apart, your knees touching the mattress. And I’ll be kneeling behind you, slowly driving my cock into your ass. For a long, long time — until your ass is as sore as the rest of you will be, dear Kitten.

Imagine any one of those, Kitten — or all of them.

They’ll all happen in the next few days.

Love,
Sir