Dear Sir...

Dear Sir,

As I write this I am thinking about you. How I smoked sexily and french inhaled for you. You seemed satisfied with me. I am thinking about the way your eyes searched mine, and the way my hands seem so small when you are caressing them. The way I just want to melt into you. How each "good girl" makes me want to please you even more. I am thinking of your hand on the back of my head, forcing your cock deeper into my throat. I think of you kissing me like an animal, all tongue and teeth, and the gentle kisses, licks and nibbles in between. I remember your hand on my throat and me not knowing where to put my hands, happy to let them rest where they fell. How your hand slapped my face as you pulled away from me, then came back to ravish me once more. Your closeness. And when you pushed me away and looked at me as if you hated me for being so sexy. Your strong hands grabbing my leg and my ass, the urgent, yet measured roughness as you groped me. The buckle of your belt, and the button and zipper on your jeans. The way you smell as I take your cock in my mouth, the way you must smell when you get out of the shower. Your moans of encouragement as you came in my mouth. The taste of you as you watched me swirl your cum around in my mouth. I tell you after I nearly vomited over your cock. You laugh "I'd like to see that one day." You're so depraved, but it's so real...and I love it. I love every second of it. How after, you lay with me, and stroked my head, and played with my hair. You chuckled softly, saying I was gorgeous and sweet. The most submissive girl he had ever met. I'm hoping that is a good thing. I worry a little that you meant I wasn't nasty enough for you, but I wanted to stay forever in that moment. I felt little and safe in your powerful arms, and I felt satisfied because you seemed happy with me. You said you couldn't wait to spank me. The very thought sent a shiver down my spine and my cunt tingled. I said I couldn't wait either. "I bet you can't", you laughed. "Did you think we would have sex tonight?" I replied that I didn't expect that at all, that I sort of knew that we wouldn't. "Good girl" You were tired, and yawned. I played with your hair. "Go home" I said. I got the feeling you didn't like me giving you orders. Whoops. I walked you to the door, after you put your boots on. You seemed slightly reluctant yet determined to go.

I liked that you ordered for me, I knew you would pick the salad, and I knew you were testing me too. You drank coke and I had a glass of water. The food took ages to come, they must have been busy, I was annoyed that Sir had to wait, going hungry. Our waitress was friendly but quite mad, she was european with a strong accent. When she delivered our meals, she told us a big story about something. I didn't understand a word she said, and later asked if you did. You replied "Not a word" That was funny. I couldn't eat all my salad. It was a big salad. I don't think you minded. You liked what I wore, my boots. No red lipstick. I know you noticed. There will be next time, Sir, I promise. I always try my hardest. Goodnight strong, dominant Sir. You're probably already asleep. I hope you thought of me when you were getting ready for bed. I hope you have more planned for me. I hope that you think I deserve more. I want so much more.

Love beautiful slut girl