Dear ******,
I know that not all women these days are interested in being bound by you, but there is something satisfying about the way you've held me close all day in winters past, and as the days begin to grow short and cold again, I am finding that I can't stop thinking about you.
When I see you next, I will be the one to gather you in my two hands, and guide you to each of my feet, knowing that I will sigh with pleasure when you begin to glide up slowly and sensuously past my toes, slip past my ankles, and move languidly up to caress the length of my calves, before moving easily past my knees. But there, you'll stop, almost stubbornly, teasing my thighs, and my hips to distraction, making me squirm into you until you have reached your zenith, and I am bathed with satisfaction within your warm and comforting embrace.
Hollylane
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