Kitten,

I need to possess you soon, roughly, totally.

I want you on your knees waiting for me, and then on the bed on your hands and knees while I take you from behind, deeply. I want to take you every way, and to come deep inside you after you’ve had half a dozen orgasms.

I don’t care how sore I leave you. I just want to make unreasonable demands and see you surrender to them, again and again.

Yes, I love you. Yes, I want to take care of you. And yes, I want to use you until you can barely stand, and leave you battered and aching and exhausted.

Q.