To the hilt.

Babygirl.

There's something I wanna tell you.

It's been locked away… a little dark corner of my desire, unallowed to see the light of day…

Except once, in a reckless moment of misplaced vulnerability I wish I could take back.

But I've never told anyone. Not anyone who mattered.

Just… never trusted enough. Never felt safe enough.

But then the other day, you gave me a glimmer. A hint.
And, baby… I've known for a while I could trust you with this, but…
The thought you might actually want to participate?

Or… fuck…

Crave it?

No more dancing around the words.

Babygirl.

I want you get yourself as dolled up as you get.
Put on something that makes you feel hot as hell.
Something that shows off that body of yours—divine femininity made flesh.

And then, baby.

I want you take your sword.

And I want you to sink it into me.

To the hilt.

Again.

And again.

Stopping only when you are satisfied.

And not before.

You think I'm not ready?

Babygirl.

I am ready.

Yours.