Kitten,

I’ll be driving my taxi tonight, not sure when but probably at an inconvenient time.

But I’m thinking of you now, and will be then. And you can imagine the things I’m thinking, Kitten, after so long without you. I told you last night what all my thoughts are about, what obsesses me.

You, kneeling.

First, you on your knees while I stand in front of you. It has been far too long, Kitten, since I told you to kneel and watched you drop obediently to your knees. My always obedient, always eager, always submissive Kitten, I need you on your knees again. Soon.

And then on the bed, kneeling again but on your hands and knees this time. I imagine my hand on your neck driving you into the bed as I grasp your hip and take you. When you’re like that, Kitten, you’re so vulnerable, so open to me: I might do anything to you. You know it, and I know how nervous it makes you to be like that, how exposed you feel.

Soon, Kitten, I’ll have you every way. You’ll come, screaming and gasping and sobbing, as I drive myself deep into you. And I won’t give you rest for a long time: after your orgasms, little one, I’ll make you take my cock into your throat, make you choke and gag on it even while your body still shakes from the last orgasm.

I’m feeling particularly aggressive, Kitten. I’ll hold you, of course. I’ll make you feel safe and protected. But I’ll also make terrible and unreasonable demands of you, make you give yourself to me in uncomfortable and challenging ways. When I’m not choking you with my cock, I’ll be fucking you fast and hard and deep, or driving it slowly and relentlessly into your ass. By the time we finish our hours together, Kitten, you’ll be weak, aching, sore, numb, sweaty — dazed and floating.

Soon, before I have a chance to do those other things to you, I’ll tangle my fingers in your hair and push you down, thrusting my cock into your throat as you struggle to breathe. I’ll hold you tightly and fuck your throat, and you’ll feel my cock grow bigger and harder in your mouth as I get close to coming. You’ll close your lips more tightly around my cock, grasp it more firmly with your hand, and swallow as fast as you can when I make those last hard thrusts and fill your mouth.

I’m thinking about you, Kitten.

Love,
Sir