Kitten,

I finished working out a little while ago, and perhaps I’m feeling residual aggression from that. Or maybe it’s simply that I’m missing you.

In any case, what I want this very moment is to pick you up and throw you down on my bed — almost slam you down, on your back — and tear off your clothes. Literally tear them. And then stand by the bed and demand that you service me lying there on your back, your head hanging over the edge of the bed, while I thrust deep into your throat.

I’m not feeling at all gentle right now, Kitten. I’d thrust very hard into you right now, if you were here. I’d take you all sorts of ways, and I wouldn’t let you pull away. I’d grab your hips roughly and pull you back, and hold you still as I fucked your pussy or your ass.

It’s going to be a rough start to the week for you, Kitten. But you probably already assumed that.

Love, lust, want,
Your Q.