I hope you know that I will readily, eagerly turn myself completely over to you, any time you want, offering myself as yours to use as you see fit.

In fact, please do. Use me.

Without warning, take me. Spin me around, surprise me, with that ferocious look I see in your eyes sometimes, the look that tells me you deeply, desperately want me right then, and that you’re about to start something that won’t be finished until you’ve given me every drop of cum you’ve been saving for me.

Pin me against a wall and don’t let me escape your grasp. Lodge one of your hard, sculpted legs between my thighs. Put your other leg on the outside of mine, putting me and keeping me in my place. Where I belong. Make sure I know I’m not going anywhere until you say so.

Give me something to grind my wet cunt on in a feeble tempt to escape your grip. Put your cock so very close to my cunt but don’t let me take my prize so quickly. Make it so I desperately grind my way towards you, all the while keeping the object of my deepest desire, frustratingly, just out of reach. Make sure I feel the strain of your member, begging to be released, against your silky boxer briefs.

Make sure I know you’re in control.

Rip my clothes right off of me, urgently. The sheer dress I wear is no match for your strong hands, hands with thick fingers that will soon tease my soaking wet pussy lips, gently stroking them, circling the entrance to my hole, pulling back the minute I angle myself to plunge down on them. My cunt is aching now, the thought of what your hardened cock could do to me if you wanted. You can make it clench involuntarily, grasping for something to fill it, to stretch it, to plunder it, and I want to see you relish in this power you have over me.

Gingerly lift my chin up so my eyes meet yours, force me to look in those sparkling, perfect eyes of yours, and whisper to me in that deep, smooth, commanding voice of yours that you’re about to fuck me like I’m in trouble. That you hope I know I actually am in trouble, mind you, for being such a tease for you all night leading up to this moment. For wearing something sexy and flirting and tracing long lines up your thigh, getting close to but not quite fondling your throbbing member, under the table at dinner. And you hope I’m ready for my punishment. That I deserve everything you’re about to send my way.

With one hand grabbing a handful of my hair and the other one resting around my neck - for the moment, not choking me just yet, but just reminding you that you can - bring your mouth to mine and tease my tongue with yours. Give me one of your deepest kisses, the type of kiss that sticks with me and lives in my head and my heart long after they’re done.

You know, as well as I do, that those kisses make my knees weak, and if it wasn’t for your strong thighs holding me up, I just might collapse on the floor. You know my legs will be sore tomorrow, as they are now trembling, shaking, desperate to move, overcome by a desire to wrap themselves around you and offer my sopping wet hole for you.

Take your fingers and trace slow, achingly slow, lines from the nape of my neck - where your mouth follows, gently nibbling as your hands move - around the curve of my breasts, the curve of my waist, the curve of my hips, to grabbing my meaty ass. "Who’s the tease now?" you say to me, as you bring your still clothed cock right between my tingling, throbbing clit, knowing you’re leaking precum that I will beg to be able to taste, to lap from the head of your glistening cock. You know I want you, and you take great pleasure in denying me that pleasure.

For a moment, anyway.

One hand frees your rod and you graciously place it right where it belongs between my thighs, and somehow it gets even harder, finally drenching itself in the wetness you caused. Adjust yourself so you can enter me. But stop short, tempting me and baiting me to beg you for it.

“Please,” I’ll whimper. “Please give me your cock.” This will make you grin, one of those heart-melting grins that I’ve loved since the first one you gave me, on our first date, when I was so overcome by your hotness I found it difficult to talk.

More kisses. More neck nibbles. When my hands try to grab your waist, you grab me by the wrists and hold them in place against the wall, knowing that I’m simultaneously turned on and frustrated by an inability to touch you back.

Smirk at me, mock me, for being so helpless. Whisper a command for me to “just relax.” Whisper, “You’re going to be a very good girl for me and take every inch of my cock exactly when I say you will, do you understand me?”

At this, somehow, I get wetter. I nod. I will completely soak your hard cock with my juices.

When you do find my cunt, and you feel every inch of me stretch and adjust to accommodate your girth and your length, when you hear me moan out at the very moment you push past the entrance to my hole, which I’ve clenched so very tight for you - all the more for you to really, truly feel the resistance going in, giving you something to push back against -you might just moan, too.

If I’m lucky, you’ll pull out after just a few strokes. You’ll release your grip, you’ll step back, you’ll free me, and you’ll put your hands on my head and shoulders, shoving me down to suck you.

You’ll keep your hands on my head, controlling the speed for your pleasure. You’ll tickle the back of my throat with your cock, you’ll make me gag, you’ll take great pride in seeing my eyes water, mascara running down my face, lipstick smeared on my mouth and on your cock. You’ll tell me, “That’s it, take that cock,” still in that sexy voice that gets whatever it wants from me.

You’ll sense I need a breath, pull away just enough for me to gasp once for air, and go right back inside me. I’ll not only let it happen, I want this to happen. I so badly want you to take me the way you want to take me. I’m getting wetter. More desperate for you.

I love feeling your cock pulse and twitch when it’s in my mouth, and you know it. Using my tongue to coax you from underneath, I feel you about to come, which sends me into the most beautiful headspace - getting ready to swallow you. I greedily take every ounce you let stream down my throat, feeling so accomplished and so proud and so submissive. Feelings that are intensified because they were brought on by the man I love, the one I trust implicitly, the one I know will just as passionately wrap me in his strong arms and hold me in an embrace that tells me I’m safe and loved in return.