Kitten,

I am sitting at my desk, working. I’ll be at it for another couple of hours. I have a drink, and I’m sipping it quietly as I listen to music and do my work.

I imagine you here with me. I imagine a cushion on the floor beside my chair, and you kneeling on it. You’re dressed, but barely, wearing something lacy and insubstantial that lets me reach down and manhandle your breasts whenever I feel like it.

I’m focused on my work, but I frequently reach out to stroke your hair and rest my hand on your neck. You lean against my leg, sometimes laying your head on my thigh. I tell you what a good girl you are, how much you please me. I smile, then turn back to my work.

You do please me.

You drink your glass of wine. Sometimes you read, sitting on the floor beside me. Sometimes you ask if I want anything, and then you bring it to me.

Sometimes I tell you to stand beside me so I can look at you, run my hand up your leg under your translucent outfit, pat your bottom. Then I tell you to kneel again.

I could work like this for hours, but tonight I won’t. I want to do things to you, and you can see that I’m growing hard while I work. You know that must be distracting me. It is. And so you brush your breasts against my leg and make a little sighing sound, and I decide I’ve done enough work for one night.

It’s time to ravish my kitten.

If you were here right now, dear kitten….

Well, you’d be uncomfortable. Because I’m very hard right now, and I’d like nothing better than for your throat to be tight around the head of my cock this very moment.

Soon.

All my love,
YOUR
Q.