Desperation and Desire
Monday morning email from HIM:
How was your weekend?
HER desperate reply:
You want to know how my weekend was?
FUCK IT! I am going to tell you what has been swirling through my head. Take it or leave it, that’s up to you.
PLEASE, Sir. YES, PLEASE! I am here to serve you, to fulfill your every need and desire. Teach me, show me, and guide me to serve you better.
My entire body tingles, convulses and sings out when I read your name on my screen. I NEED to be used. I CRAVE your cum and attention. I SERVE!
FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD! I want to hurt. I want to beg for mercy. I want pain and ache and pleasure. OH GOD, PLEASE! PLEASE! Please.
Don’t tell me no. Don’t tell me I have to wait. Don’t tell me someday.
Tell me you want it NOW! You crave it NOW! You want to get in your car, and I will get in mine and we will drive recklessly fast until we meet and crash into each other in a fireball of destruction.
FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD! Please.