Sir!
You will never read this, which I acknowledge with great relief. Even though I will not lie, the thought that you might gets me somewhat anxiously… horny.
I don't know what it is about you… Or maybe it's just about me. I'm kinda special in a way, so don't take it too personally, really.
It's the sound of your voice and your absurd jokes. It's the lightness of your laugh and the authority of your tone. It's how you make me giggle like a high school girl. It's how you make me respect you without even knowing you.
It's also certainly that you are the absolute forbidden fruit. It's because how bad yet how good it would be. It's to the point I almost let escape a "yes daddy" the other day, but thankfully regained my self-control in time.
But something useful I own is a vivid imagination, some people get random dreams at night, I can build elaborate ones in plain daylight. See me as a dream maker if you will. That's useful because I don't have to actually get what I want. I'm content with the creations of my mind. Sure, they will never, ever, get anywhere close to the real thing. But they allow me to live things I am not allowed or enabled to live. That's fine in my books.
I would argue sometimes it's even better this way. I don't need to know what you look like, I can just make you how I see fit. I can shape you to what I need, craft my perfect fantasy. Pretty selfish, I guess, but also harmless. See, I need you charming, not necessarily handsome. I need you fairly tall and pretty strong, as to make me feel small and secure. I need you self-assured and assertive, I need you politely dominating. I need you to call the shots and define guidelines. I need you to know what you want and to go get it.
I need you to have large hands, so you can scoop with ease my full breast. Apologies, my mind just wandered to that place again… So, mhm, could be just to hold my face and neck while you kiss me. Or really just to hold my hand. However comfortable you feel. I also wouldn't mind if you feel comfortable to use those hands to grip my hips and pull me to you, if you see what I mean.
Now is probably a good time for me to stop writing before I take it too far, like to another plane of reality or some shit. I'm not comfortable yet revealing all the colors of my imagination, which knows no boundaries and obeys no rules. But ask me if you dare.
It's not like I would initiate anything anyway. But would I play along if you did? Bet.
Hear ya later, I hope.