Red, red lips, perfectly painted, parted, ready for me, glistening by candle light you cannot see. Your beautiful, soft brown eyes, shut and hidden beneath a black, silk blindfold. You swallow, your tongue licks the sharp edges of your even, white teeth, before the tip rests against your upper lip, pensive, sweet; you do that when you write, it makes me love you more, if it were possible.

Your wrists are tied with wide, red ribbons, your bound hands rest on your delectable bottom. You wear the panties I gave you on your birthday, my Pisces girl. Unusually for you, these are thongs. Thongs eat you, as if hungry for you, like me, but I chose these because the gusset is wider, softer than string. I want nothing else to have you, you belong to me. Your breathing is rapid, like a song bird. Your hands vainly try to hide the groove between your inviting, rounded buttocks. I have been inside you there before and intend to use you again, soon, during the course of our time together; you love it when I do. Maybe tomorrow I'll push my cock inside your slick, lubed anus, just let me work up to it, in my own time. But, tonight, it's your mouth that interests me. I want to slip my hard cock between your red lips, watch you welcome me, suck me in, swallow me, if you can. You know I'm big, you always tell me. I want to feel the fraenum ring at the tip of my cock between the head and your tongue. For now, I just look at your lips. I want to kiss you, but I will only do so when I have used your mouth, your lipstick smeared around the root of my cock, cum glistening on your lips, we can share our love. I want to kiss you, but I know you're ready for my cock... no, I correct myself, you're eager for my cock... you're hungry for my cock. The door is locked, you don't want to escape, a bright afternoon is shut out by black-out curtains. You told me you want to take everything I want to give you. And it has been so long. I ache for you as much as you ache for me.