Lust Letter: How I Want You To Take Me (script fill)

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I think about you a lot, usually in a part of the day where things are quiet, like when I'm making coffee or doing something boring at work. I wonder what you're doing. I wonder if it's weird that I'm wondering what you're doing when you probably don't know I exist.

Even if it is weird, I guess I can't help it. I think about whether you're comfortable, whether you're happy. Have you eaten? Are you staying hydrated? I wonder when was the last time you came? I want to take care of you.

It's in my nature. It's how I show my devotion, my love. That's what being truly submissive means to me.

Not just doing what I'm told. Not just wearing what you want me to wear or doing what you want to in bed. It's getting you a glass of whiskey before you need to ask.

It's reminding you of the man you are when you've had a rough day. It's knowing when you need your cock rubbed or just your shoulders. I know you like more than that though, more than what I just give you.

You like to take, and it's all yours. I want you to have it. I want to know what your hands feel like on my body, on my hips, around my waist.

I want you to grab me when you feel that need. I hope you push me into the wall. How hard would you press against me? Gentle, just to tease me.

We're so hard I can feel every bulge and crevice of your body. I want to see your face when I sneak my hand between us and give you a little squeeze. Would you be surprised, or did you know this was coming? You must know.

I want to see your eyes when I give you that first long stroke through your pant. I want to hear your breath hitch as I slip my thumb behind your belt. How long would you let me tease you? How long could I enjoy that look in your eyes before you lost control? And what then? The bed? The couch? The floor? I hope it's the floor.

I want to see you that needy. I know what you want. I want it too.

You know I do. Rough. Hard.

I want to see your face as you drag everything off me. I want to see what your need looks like. I want to see your face as you push me into the wall.

How hard would you press against me? Gentle, just to tease me. We're so hard I can feel every bulge and crevice of your body.

I want to hear your breath hitch as I slip my thumb behind your belt. Would you be surprised, or did you know this was coming? Gentle, just to tease me.

How long would you let me tease you? And how would you look when I spread my legs without needing to be asked? When you see how wet I am, what should I call you? How should I beg for you? Sweetheart? Master? Sir? What words do I need to say for you to put those fingers inside of me? How long would you make me beg? How loud? But I know you'd show me mercy.

Eventually. I want to cherish the moment your fingers first push inside me. I want to show you how enslaved I am to you.

To your hands. Your eyes. Your cock.

You'd take your time with me, wouldn't you? Is it because you like the sound of my bones? The way my hands clutch at your arms? Trying to pull you deeper? The feeling of my pussy clenching? How I'd fuck myself on your hand? Faster and faster.

I know you'd make me wait, though. I want to see the decision form in your mind. The moment you look down at my body and decide to take what's yours.

And it is yours. The ache of your cock stretching me out would be so fucking exquisite. All the way in.

With one smooth thrust. I want to wrap my legs around you and hold on to that wonderful ache as long as I can. You'll feel perfect inside me.

I know it. Stretching me out in all the right ways. Holding me down.

Pushing me open. But you'd be rough with me, wouldn't you? A beast of a man.

Fast. Hard. Incredible.

I want you to take me any way you want, any way you need. Fist your hands in my hair and push your cock down my throat. Pull me onto your lap.

Make me bounce on you and push my tits into your face. Wrap your hand around my neck and throw yourself into me so hard it makes me shake. Over and over, right there on the floor.

Because you couldn't wait one more second before you had me. I wouldn't come yet. I promise.

Not until you tell me. Until I have your permission. And when you finally let me.

I want to drink in how your face changes as I shudder around your cock. I want that in my little death. Your face.

Lost in the feeling of my ecstasy. But really, it's yours. My orgasm belongs to you.

And I give it so willingly. When you feel your edge start to rise up, I want to see it coming. I want to see the control leave your eye and the primal take over.

Will you close your eyes as it approaches? God help me, I hope not. I want to look into your eyes as your climax rips through you.

Tell me what to do to make it last. I want you to have it all. Take it.

Take it from me. As deep and hard as you want it. After, when we're both exhausted and drained, I hope you'll put your arm around me.

I hope you pull me into your side and let me lay my head on your chest. And you'll tell me how good I am. How much you needed that.

I'll clean us both off in a minute with a nice warm towel. But for the moment, let me be yours. All yours.

Only yours.