Kitten,

I’ll be on late taxi duty (and picking up a couple of things) from about 10:30 until about 11:45 tonight.

I’ve been thinking of you this afternoon, Kitten. I’ve remembered you bent over the foot of my bed, remembered you on your hands and knees, remembered my hand on your neck holding you down against the sheets as I take you from behind.

Soon, Kitten. I’m looking forward to touching you — and to doing some terrible things to your wonderful little body. It’s been too long, little girl, since I had you every possible way.

Love,
Sir