I appreciate how you’ve meticulously studied and observed my body, an abundance of sensory overload fulfilling me in ways I couldn’t even imagine my body exceeding. Knowing exactly how to work and operate my body like a traffic light, ready, steady, go. Having the ability to use your masculine dominance. With the significant height difference between ourselves, you use that to your advantage to implement authority and authorisation on my body, taking my soul into another dimension. You know exactly how to assert the submissive/dominant dynamic between us. It turns me on so much, my love, it really does. I love that you know exactly where to place your hands on my body like a sculpture, with the delicacy of your hands subtly placing them over my hourglass figure as if you’re in a pottery session - moulding your placement with such care and precision. Your ability to trace your hands all over me like a map, knowing where the treasury spot is, like there’s a prize possession in the midst of it. A prize possession that’s one in a million.

Every morning I eagerly anticipate us making love in light of sunrise, just as sunrise it’s a gradual process - You start my day off by giving me kisses down low - to me knelt down in a praying position, looking up to you giving fellatio with eye-contact the entire time. Solving all your needs and desires like a Rubik’s cube. Just like how you know my weak spots, neck-kisses, thigh and ass grabs, knowing exactly what and when to say, your ability to use all senses to captivate my body around the wrap of your fingers a way of displaying dominance. You know exactly what to do to build the process - make everything tense, taking things slow then you inject pace to cause me to tremble…all for us to relive the euphoric feeling for more rounds in the morning. I love how we end the night by making love and canoodle until sunset. It’s non-stop thrill from dusk till dawn. I love when we make out and pause for a moment to appreciate it like it’s our last; hoping that time stands still to embrace the moment, feigning for the euphoric feeling to ever last. How you’re able to articulate words and match them with actions - leaving me eager like a long working week; itching for the weekend. How you’re able to manoeuvre your body with mine in such a harmonious sync. Each passing day between us unfolds as a new canvas, ripe with the promise of fulfilling the fantasies we've dared to dream - all the things you’ve wanted to live out and experience, my love, we will achieve that with every sense fully awakened.

You know exactly how to heighten all my senses from touch; when you’re inside, we synchronise together and pulsate to the thrill, every thrust, hair pull, ass spanking delivers me into a state that I thought would never be possible, causing me to tap out in spite of mercy for the sexual exorcism you provide my body. Overwhelmed, yet overstimulated with it all. Sound: the harmonious moans, grunting - harder, deeper, faster, no pulling out. All phrases which have become so immune to us. Just mentioning any of those words pushes our sexual enzymes onto another level. Sight, eye-contact is pivotal when we make love, from foreplay to climax - experiencing sexual ecstasy through the eyes of each other, as we collapse onto the silk sheets once we have fulfilled each other's desires. Taste: I love kissing you in all regions and being a submissive slut by going down on you. For you to purify me with your fluids, hearing your moans/groans and feeling your body tense as you get closer and closer to finishing turns me on so much, my love. Smell, I love your natural masculine scent overpowering me - by default establishing the dynamic just by having your presence around me.