I've been sitting here this evening watching the moon, all the while thinking about how it feels when I'm fucking you good and proper. I’m sorry, my love, but you'll never know what that feeling is like. You can never know how I feel when I'm fully penetrated into you, pushing, driving constant pressure onto your clit, and pinning you down. Remember the sound of the animal when it rises in your throat? It’s primal. Urgent. No scream is good enough to proclaim how you feel when we fuck like that.
 
 That's how a good and proper fucking should be – pushing, shoving you up the bed toward the headboard with my cock. That's fucking hard, and that's what I want. That's the kind of pressure you can't emulate with your sweet mouth - try as you might, my love. I know how much you love my cock, and how you make every effort to swallow me, but it’s only temporary pleasure, a different flavor of heaven. Its mere flirtation with the satisfaction I must have. Only being inside of you and driving into your tender cunt will satisfy me. Only there do you possess the strength to fuck me in kind.
 
 Yes, you love it when I do you like that. I can tell. Your legs wrap around my waist above my hips, ankles lock and you rise up to meet my every stroke. When you swivel under my weight, grinding, meeting thrust with thrust, I can feel your pussy sucking me deeper, never getting enough. And that's when I feel your limits. Ahh, but that's only the beginning -- the beginning of new limits defined as our souls collide in the center of you. Yet it's not enough. I crave more from you, and I sense you are of similar mind.
 
 The animal you've unleashed in me thirsts for more, overrunning gentleness, demanding tender violence that will consume the woman in you. I now know what you desire most. I understand what you most hunger to experience. You want to be taken - raped by the man of your choosing. Rest assured, my love, you'll get your wish. Your fantasy of fantasies will be delivered to your liking. Sex will be stolen from you. You'll be taken as you desire and be helpless to stop me from taking what I choose. This I promise you.
 
 The grip of leather on your wrists and ankles will not yield to your efforts to resist. Your body will belong to me and yield a single purpose – my satisfaction. Your restraints will deliver you to a new freedom. Your escape to a new ecstasy can only be known through your imprisonment in the presence of my lust. Feel the hot breath of my desire searing the insides of your tender thighs. Lift your pretty head and watch me lick the black silk separating me from that sweet pussy of yours. Watch me lick you with the flat tongue of your hungry man. Watch me devour your most tender prize.
 
 Hear the low rumble of satisfaction that crawls from my lips, as my mouth opens to tease you. Quiver like you do when you want eaten, only to endure the rich agony of hungry lips brushing softly. Beg for my tongue. Beg for me to slip into your soaking folds of velvet. Lift your hips to me. Tempt me. You know all too well that I worship that part of your beautiful body.
 
 I know your desire overwhelms your ability to reason. I’ve reduced you to my plaything. You're my fuck toy, waiting to be used until I'm completely satisfied. Taste the salt of my sweat, as I swarm over you while you lie exposed and helpless. The echo of your panties being torn from you resonant in your mind with the finality that my thickness will soon impale you without mercy. Endure my lust; tolerate the sweet savagery that you yourself have created within me. With single-minded intent I'm driven to completion, spilling my gratitude into the deepest part of you.
 
 A howling death will embrace us both for an instant, as the balance of power shifts. Your bonds of man and leather release you into free flight, defying all that would attempt to hold you earthbound. Slick with the salt of my efforts, I fall spent, entangled in the grip of your power over me, held deep inside of you, longing to remain by the warm fires of your hearth. Whisper your confession to me sweetly. Describe the new limits of your love, but disturb not my perception that you are the only one who's bound.