Release.

I've been thinking recently — a lot — about your orgasms.

How beautiful they must be. How beautiful you must be while in the throes of one. The sound of your breath as it catches. Your body, losing all control. The surrender, the release.

I want you to have an orgasm, babe.

Today.

Oh, the house isn't empty? Well. Guess you'll have to be discrete.

No toys, either. Only your flesh to your flesh.

I have a feeling it shouldn't take you too long just now… unless, of course, you've already been tapping into that power level… without me. Without telling me.

Ah, but you wouldn't do that, now would you, hmmmmmm?

And one more thing.

One more very important detail. The most important detail.

As you're crossing that threshold, as you feel your bonds with reality slipping…

Say my name. Tell me you adore me. Let the words pull you under.

Oh, it can be under your breath. As much I long to hear it called out, I do know you have… limitations. Today.

And baby, once you're done, as your breath returns and the trembling fades…

I want you to remember:

This was my gift to you.

And soon, not soon enough but soon…

It will be my flesh on yours that gives you that release.

But, until then. Savor it. Enjoy it. Let it speak my truth into your ear.

I love you, my angel.

Yours.

PS — I haven't. Not yet. Oh… so close, so damned close, just sitting there, vibrating with six words ringing in my head while my world kept me from getting to see what was behind them… And then once I finally did see… Babe. I've been humming. But this energy needs service. Not a stolen moment. But that's me. You aren't the only one I enjoy tormenting…………………