Kitten,

I am missing you particularly strongly today. I’ve wanted to talk to you a dozen times. I’ve wanted to have you curled up beside me, or on the floor by my feet as I sit and work.

But more, most acutely, I want you kneeling in front of me. I want to walk in and find you waiting for me, on your knees, naked, your hands resting on your thighs. Just waiting for me. I want to walk casually up to you, stand in front of you, look down at your nakedness, run my hand through your hair — and then watch as you service me.

For a long, long time, Kitten, I want to stand there, my hand in your hair or on your head, as you slowly take the full length of my cock down your throat, again and again. I want to exhaust you with my cock before I finally lay you on the bed and fuck you in every possible way.

Soon, Kitten. Until then, know that, all day, I’ve imagined it.

Love,
Sir