“Good morning, sir.”
That's how I'll greet you, I think. Send you voice notes to listen to on your morning commute, snaps to look at while you're on your way to work. Being three hours behind has its benefits.
I like being a good girl for you. Obediently kneel and have you fuck my mouth while you watch in a mirror, alternating between looking at me bobbing up and down on your cock, and the reflection of us.
Are you going to pick me up and fuck me when I see you again? Slam hard into me from behind? Make me bounce on your cock, clutching at your shoulders? Push me down into the bed, hard enough to hear the springs creak, face first into a pillow to muffle my screams or until your hands leave imprints on my hips and thighs?
I don't know, but I think about the possibilities.
You would gently run your hands through my hair, catching it in short, brightly colored strands and yank hard, that look of sadistic pleasure on your face. I know you enjoy this – towering over me, having me: proud, pretty, always with a sarcastic quip on the tip of my tongue, begging for you, desperation coloring every movement I make. Do you? I think you do.
Is there a thrill when you turn on your phone in the mornings, scrolling through notifications to see my name pop up? I like making sure there's something to make your days interesting, something to ensure there are thoughts like whether I'm wearing lingerie under my proper black pencil skirts and button down shirts. The only person who knows is you – 3000 miles away, but that's how it is, right?
Yes sir, no sir; as you like, sir. Whatever you want, sir.
I am obedient, submissive in bed. I listen to your commands, let you position me the way you want to, beg to come – for permission to come, because that's exactly what you want, right? Enjoyed my video last night? Must have been hard, hiding your phone so no one on the train would see what I sent you.
Take away my sharp wit and way with words, make me stammer and blush – I like relinquishing that control to you. And that's what turns you on, isn't it? That I'm willingly giving you control – I'll go where you want to go, do what you want me to do. Won't you tie me down and fuck me? Leave me wanting, needing, voice broken from pleading, come back and make me come so many times until my eyes roll back, I’m gasping for air, fuck me until it hurts. I want to feel you come, thrusting harder and harder, feeling hot breath on my neck and dragging low groans from your lips. I like knowing that I'm the one giving you pleasure, that you're deriving pleasure from me – the breaking of my mind and body.
I can't wait to see you again.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/40w8m4/good_morning_sir_mf