Dearest Sir,
I’m writing to keep you company on your trip because I know you’ll miss me. I know that, cooped up in your hotel all alone, you won’t be able to help thinking about me. Thinking about how nicely that gown you bought me hugs the curves of my hips as I walk. And then, you being you, the seam of your pants will tighten, and then you really won’t be able to help yourself. That’s why I’m writing, to… give you a hand- or, well, more than a hand, but you get the idea.
I know you miss me; you miss the taste of my lips and the flirtatious look in my eye. You miss pushing me against the wall of our bedroom, your hands around my waist, your eyes devouring my supple flesh as I look expectantly.
I miss it too, you know, you really know how to get a girl hot and heavy down there. I’ll admit it, just recalling our passionate nights to write this letter has got a wet spot growing on my panties… they might have to come off soon.
You would love that, wouldn’t you, so I’ll keep them on for now. I’ll keep telling you what you’re missing; my hands, my lips, my breasts, my pussy… me. Your big, thick, throbbing cock sliding easily down my throat until your balls press against my chin. Spit dribbling out the side of my mouth, my ass wiggling as you sigh in pleasure.
But we both know that pleasure can get so, so much more intense. Your missing watching the length of your shaft disappear between my legs. You’re missing my soft, sweet moans as you fuck, fuck ,fuck me. Thrusting into my tight, wet pussy that knows you so well. Oh yes, Sir, hold me down, growl at me to stay quiet as your hips slap against my ass. Mmm, right there, keep going- oh GOD yes. Keep going until I’m squirming in delight, unable to hold back the orgasmic river anymore, I cry out, your hand quickly covering my mouth.
That’s what you’re missing, and as I sit here stroking my clit, and you there stroking your cock, remember.
As soon as you get back home, your fucking my brains out.
Love,
Your Kitten ♡