Kitten,

I want to take care of you, comfort you, do little things for you, and just enjoy your company. I want to tell you how much you matter to me, how much I love you, and how proud I am of you.

But that’s just scratching the surface. I want to do awful things to your body. I want to leave big bruises on your pretty bottom, pinch your nipples until they hurt, thrust my cock so deep into your throat that you choke on it, and fuck you in (for you) painful and unpleasant ways.

I am feeling demanding and greedy and rough and lustful, and I wish I had you tonight.

I’m sure it’s uncomfortable for you when I make your orgasms last so long. I’m sure it hurts when I thrust too deeply into you. I’m sure it’s hard for you to keep your lips over your teeth while I’m thrusting so fast and hard into your mouth, holding your head so that you can’t pull away, telling you what a good girl you are as you struggle to breathe. It makes me smile to think about it. And it makes me hard.

Want. Love, lust, want.

Always.

YOUR,
Horrible, Demanding, Terrible Dom

Kitten,

I am aching to touch you. I want to touch your back and your neck. I want to run my hands over your body. I want to stroke your hair and your arms and your legs, then roll you over and touch your breasts and your face and every inch of your lovely body.

I want your cheek pressed against my stomach, my hand on your neck as you slowly slide your lips down my cock. I want you nestled under my arm, your cheek pressed against my chest, as I slowly run my fingers along your lower back and pat your lovely bottom.

I want you in our bed, in my arms, pressed against me, obediently doing everything you’re told. As you always do. My good kitten, who always pleases me.

Want. Love, and want.

Love,
Q.