A letter to my lover

I can still remember the taste of your lips, the last time we kissed, as they explored mine, then moved on to explore my body. Your warm tongue lavishing every inch of me and driving me to the brink, then back again.

I can still recall the feel of you inside my mouth, mmmmm, a perfect fit. And I want to tell you, that the next time we "meet", I plan on taking you all the way with my lips, my mouth, my tongue – even a little bit with my teeth. I want to feel you explode in my mouth and to taste you completely. I will swallow everything you give me as I don't want to waste something so delicious.

I will tell you something else – something I have wanted to do to you for some time now. I imagine blindfolding you, knowing that you are a very visual creature – I want to be in control of your sensations, and to bring them alive using your other four senses.

I want for you to smell my desire as I play with myself and have you hear my wetness and smell my musky scent.

I want you to feel the hotness of my body moving slowly up and down yours. I want you to feel the cold of an ice cube, clenched between my teeth, teasing your nipples, then moving down to give you quite a treat.

I want you to feel the softness of my skin, and the silk ribbon that I will run up and down your body and eventually tie you up with.

I want you to feel the rough when I take you, riding you hard, licking and biting you, taking no mercy.

I want you to hear me moan, my pleasure evident to you in more ways than one.

I want you to taste. To taste my fingers that have been up to no good, and then to taste me, as I lower myself onto your waiting tongue.

I want, simply put, to drive you fucking wild.

That is what I want.

And you? What do you want?

Do you want me to strip and dance for you? (Because I would)

Do you want me to slap, spank and bite you? (It would be my pleasure)

Do you want to take me from behind, entering me where you wish? (I would LOVE you to)

Tell me, my lover, what do you want?