I want to kneel at your feet, feel your hands in my hair, pressing me into your crotch.
I want to feel your cock in my my mouth, tasting of you. I want to suck you, please You, pleasure You.
This is the essence of what I wrote to Him tonight. Then this one *almost* left my phone;
I want to feel your hand squeezing my tots, making me moan and cry in pleasure and pain.
Rarely do I proofread before I send a text. Pretty erotic stuff, those squeezed tots, eh?
Thankfully, for whatever reason, I caught that one just before I sent it, and quickly changed it to “tits”. Coz we know there is a world of difference between squeezed tots, and squeezed tits!
His response, incidentally, was that Mr. Belt is very much looking forward to our meeting on Sunday. And I can suck his buckle.
Which sent me off into gales of laughter.
Maybe the nervous kind.
In a minute I’m going to send one more sexy text, as I know He is heading to an early bed tonight.
“Master, I want to lick your belt….”