cantankerous

My dear mighty Titan,

I could see it, we'll meet at the airport. You'll be standing a bit further from all others waiting for the arrivals, but of course I wouldn't need to look you up, smiling, towering behind the Lilliputians. You will also spot me the minute I'm out the doors, your grey_wolf, princess of the forest, will be dressed in dark forest green. I will not rush, walking slowly toward you. It will take a while for me to reach you whilst we both devour each other sight from a distance for a few minutes, and we'll meet out of people's way.

You will not move as I bow to take your hand and press it against my lips. Already ashamed of the reasons drove me to fly over, I might find it difficult to look in your eyes, as if by making this intimate eye contact, you will, as promised and proved, lock my focus on you. But of course you'll correct me, telling me to look up, and to open my mouth so sweetly like I did for you before, and then you will kiss me once again a very passionate kiss. By that kiss we will materialize from an obscure memory of virtual beings to flash and blood humans, or forest beasts. I need to feel you're as passionate about it as me. And that you come to sweep me off my feet. This is not the time to be cold blooded Englishman. If this first kiss isn't persuasive enough I will not leave the airport with you! I'll think I made a terrible mistake, and rather spent the night at the airport and go by first train to London. But needless to say we'll hug warmly and in no time you will lead to your car, put my suitcase at the back, and before you open my door, (raining or not) you'll lift my dress and my petticoat, reach up and either tear my panties with your hands, or cut them with a sharp thing you'll bring with you. And then, my night_wolf, you will bite your cub's neck shortly but firmly, like you know so well, to establish once again the core of our S/m relations.

During the ride I might be speechless or talk unconsciously, both actions sprouting from my fear, fear of you, fear of my prospect in your hands, fear from what I will allow, ask or even beg you to do or not to do to me. You'll play your music and keep me busy so I don't start thinking of what I'm doing or what I'm expecting to go through.


I hope you enjoyed the concert.

Your wolf_cub

p.s:
Please prepare at least 6 hangers for my dresses.