You've been on my mind without fail for days. The things I want to share with you, do to you, are overwhelming at times: visions and desire that strike me so suddenly and vividly that it nears bringing me to my knees. I wish to take you, to own you utterly and without question. Just as strongly, I wish to give myself to you completely.
I want you bound face down to a bed, cuffed spread eagle. Gagged, blindfolded, not a single scrap of clothing. I will touch you, so very softly. No other motion or contact but my fingertips as I walk around the bed. I want to see the goose bumps rise on your flesh, watch your muscles twitch in reaction and anticipation. Will you gasp at my touch?
I will kneel between your legs, not touching you with anything more than my fingertips, and drink in the sight of your body. I will kiss your calves, just as softly as I touched you before. Lips, tongue and fingertips, I will trace your legs until you are squirming. I will bite your ass, hard, just where it curves to meet your thigh. I revel in the urge to bring my teeth together around your flesh, to truly mark you and leave the scar behind. When you cry out, I will release you, licking that spot to sooth the pain.
I will lean my weight against your body, licking a slow path along your spine as I align my body with yours. I will lay my arms along yours, grazing your skin with my nails, teasing along and between your fingers, down your wrists and upper arms to your sides. I know why guys like to fuck a woman on her hands and knees... You see, men have the same curve to the waist and hip that women have, and it's just as soft. That spot, with the barest dusting of peach fuzz, is heaven. I want to lean my body over yours, pressing my hips against your ass and driving my nails into that spot. It's so tender, so impossibly soft. I want to feel your back arch, your breath catch and your voice rise with the pain.