While waiting for my honey to return home, I wrote him this note describing what I wanted to happen.

You lulled me to sleep last night with a scenario that was so delicious to dream about that I hope it really happens for Valentine’s Day. The first thing you would do is dress for dinner. I will lay out your best dress with all the accoutrements necessary. Then the first thing I need is for my pussy to be properly trimmed: That is your job. My clothes are also laid out, and you will dress me.

Just before we sit down to dinner, your wrists will be restrained behind your back. When you are comfortably seated at my feet, your ankles will be joined to your wrists. I will take great pleasure in feeding you your dinner, tasty morsel by tasty morsel. After dinner I may let you share a cigarette with me. You will then... Read More