I want to be in you again. I want to feel your warmth and tightness and lust, to feel your breasts against me and your breath in my face. I want you to blow in my ear and suck on my fingers and push me back and take my cock into your mouth, and I want to fuck you so hard. So hard.

      I want to feel you writhe and hear you moan as I fill you up. I have an erection right now as I type and it's difficult to concentrate. My *****, my *****, I want to follow the curve of your back and run my hand into your crotch, to bury my face as I suck on your nipples, to see once more the fire in your eyes as you bare your teeth and show me that look of determined lustfullness that you do so well. Then when the madness is over, I want you to rekindle it all over again as you curl up like a tiny animal against my chest. *****, you have no idea how exciting that simple, submissive gesture can be. It is that contradictory moment that I most often dream about, when we should be able to relax and sleep, yet that trusting act is so instantly, instinctively and violently arousing. At that moment my impulse is to crush you into me, to make you fully mine, to penetrate not just your cunt but your entire being. Such a tiny creature, yet such huge pleasure.

     My *****, my *****, I can taste you.