Delayed gratification.

Oh, babe.
I know I promised tonight.
I know you're dying to know what this mind is capable of…

But I'm afraid I'm gonna make you wait one more night, sweet love.
I have my reasons — but don't you worry your pretty little head over them.

It's coming.

And soon, with any luck?

So will you.

But in the meantime…

Baby…

If you have a moment tonight… or perhaps in the morning…

Run your hand up your leg. Slowly. From your knee to inside your thigh…

Imagine it's mine.

Imagine where it might go next.

Imagine where it most wants to feel you…
Feel your heat…

And go there.
Yourself.

Just think of me while you do it–
and I'll be there with you.

In spirit, if not in body.

And tomorrow…

Well.

Tomorrow.

mmmmm, yes.
Tomorrow.

Goodnight, beautiful.
I love you.

Yours.