Kitten,

Your brute misses you. I want… well, all sorts of things. You know. The same as last time, only more time for all of it. My poor battered Kitten. (smiling)

I will be asleep before you read this. I have an international call to make in the early hours of the morning, a bad thing to schedule on the last work day of the year, and so I’m calling it a day now.

But I’m thinking of you, and eager to talk to you, and see you, and manhandle you, and have my way with you.

Goodnight, Kitten. Sleep well.

Love,
YOUR Terrible, Awful, Demanding,
Unreasonable Mean Old Brute of a Dom,
Q.