Should I just come out with it? Slip it into a conversation about what we’re having for dinner or something we could do at the weekend? I really don’t know, but one thing I’m sure of is you’ll be shocked. I’m a little bit shocked at myself to be honest. But what can I do about it? If it’s what I want, it’s what I want. I keep visualising it, all day, every day, like a movie playing in my mind. Your hands in my hair—not you slipping your fingers through the long strands in your normal loving way, but rough and tight, scooping it up into a ponytail and yanking it, hard, so that my neck jerks back and I have to look up at your face. Your strong, determined face, narrowed eyes, lips moist where you’ve just licked them. I can tell you’re thinking about all you’re going to do to me. That’s just the start of it. I want that mixed with the heat of your hot, excited breaths blasting onto my cheek, your chest rising and falling wildly against mine, and your cock, your cock hard and demanding and you not willing to take no for an answer.
