Sir,
Excuse the shit out of my goddamn French — but did you just threaten me?
“And I haven’t done anything yet :D” — well you did, you made me fucking wet that is.
But fair, without doing anything. Sending a few texts, not even being explicit. But man I cannot explain, I just want to jump your bones. You turn me on so badly. You woke up the beast in me, now deal with it!
I want your lips on my neck, or my mouth around your… erhmm. My tongue on your neck, or on your… oh come on! I want you. Jeez. All of you, anything of you. Whatever you give, whatever you let me take.
Can I lick? Can I nibble gently? Maybe I’ll bite…
You got adventurous and mentioned “if we ever get to meet” — but Sir, I think you don’t understand. I won’t control myself — I don’t want to and I will not. That’s a danger zone. You’re welcome to come in, but I might not let you out.
You said you can “manage” — but can you really? Do you have any idea of how I’d look at you? How my eyes would devour you, hypnotize you? How my tongue would pass over my lips before I bite them discreetly?
Do you think your age, maturity and experience would keep you safe? You’re not safe around me. Do you think you can handle me? I sure hope you can.
You might think I’m a good kitten… I’m not. Don’t take my words for it though, try me. Let me try you. Oh god, please. I need to take it out of my system.
Put your hands on me — and don’t take them off until I tell you so.