Kitten,

Sometimes I just want simple things.

I’ll bend you over a table, your naked body pressed against it, my hand curled in your hair holding your head down so that your cheek is pressed against the surface. I spread your legs so I can thrust my fingers slowly into you, over and over, while I hold you still and tell you all the things I want to do to you.

And then I’ll take you, like that, my hand on your back preventing your from standing. I’ll thrust into you deeply, and you’ll be unable to pull away so you’ll just gasp and grasp the edge of the table and endure the thrusting. Then I’ll take you by the hair again and pull you up and turn you around and push you to your knees, and you’ll be relieved to suck my cock because it means I’m not pounding so roughly into you. You’ll be eager to please me that way for as long as you can — happy to delay my doing the other things I just told you I was going to do to you. But you know I will, and your little body tightens at the thought.

I miss my Kitten.

Love,
Q