Kitten,

I’m always thinking about you. When I can’t touch you or talk to you, I find myself getting up to find something — coffee, a drink, something to eat — and then realizing that I’m not sleepy, thirsty, or hungry. I’m just restless.

It’s been too long. It’s always too long. I am missing you and wanting you. I want you kneeling beside me as I work while I absentmindedly stroke your hair and rest my hand on your neck. I want you kneeling and waiting, calmly and peacefully and obediently.

That’s always what I want when you aren’t in my bed.

Sleep now. I’ll have you soon.

Love. All of it.
Your Husband and Dom