I think about fucking you a lot

Email from S to L the morning of November 13

Pet:

I think about fucking you a lot.

Probably more than I should in all honesty. It's a distraction at times. I think that my constant sexual thoughts of you borderline obsession. I think that, but I don't worry about it. Hard to find any type of fault of being sexually obsessed with the woman you deeply love. 

I don't always act upon those feelings. Yesterday afternoon, for instance, when I was pressed against you rock hard. Right now, for instance, I could get in the car and come home and fuck you and go back to work.

Practicality and my workload gets in the way of living out those obsessions. Kids at night...sometimes being too tired...

But I think about fucking you a lot.

And not just fucking..but EVERYTHING that we do. The sucking and the caning, the flogging and the choking, the hair pulling and the kissing..touching you...tasting you...your wetness, my hardness, the feeling of erupting inside of you...your riding me...your fucking back against me while I am on top of you...the words you sometimes say...the cock worshipping (btw, your Sir is in need of a serious cockworshipping session from you)..EVERYTHING...

Your cunt...your ass...your mouth...

All of which I own.

I think about fucking you a lot.

I think that I might just have to fuck being practical at some point today, and simply come home and fuck you.

--Sir

Reply to above email from L:

Sir

Please do it now!

Your obedient pet

Reply from S to L:

I'll be there at 11:30.

Two hours later I was sitting in a meeting, and I could still sense L's presence on my cock...the stickiness...the wetness..still there.

And before I knew it..

I was thinking of fucking her once again.