Sir,
I cannot stop thinking about those few seconds in the elevator — that was incredibly sexy. Right, sure — so were my legs on your shoulders. Good fucking times.
Also just FYI — I’d take a ride on you anytime. That is so delicious. Even when we look at each other, say something silly and laugh — while you’re all the way deep inside of me.
It’s all so natural, so fluid — so good.
Nothing crazy, nothing out of the ordinary — yet everything I crave. You have your way with me, that’s for sure. Somehow you do that thing to me — you’re like perfectly aged wine.
It doesn’t make me dizzy, doesn’t give me a headache — it tastes like honey, uplifts my spirit, disinhibits just what needs to be. Guides me back to my true self.
Sure, it won’t last — at least we don’t know how long it can last. It’s finite, like all things. It’ll be hard once we reach that point — for both of us. Especially for me though, if we’re being honest. You will still have someone waiting for you at home — whereas mine is empty and quiet.
But let’s enjoy while we can, should we? If that’s the only promise we can make to each other. Let it be this one.
Hold me someday, maybe? After the spanking.
🐰🐺