I ache for you.

I really do. I want to climb into your lap right now. I want to straddle you, my legs on either side of you. I’m facing you. Your face is in my hands. And I’m kissing you deeply. Your hands are everywhere. On my back. On my tits. Touching my face. In my hair. We are memorizing and treasuring one another. You are precious to me too.

I ache for you. I ache for you. I ache for you.

Everything I do right now is in service of our love. When I run for myself, I am running for you and me. I want to be the best Cassie I can be for this. I really think I’ve been waiting for this my whole life, and I want to REALLY show up.

I don’t look at anyone the way I look at you. Those soft eyes are only yours to see. Yours. I am yours, Craig. I am your Cassie..

I was remarking earlier about how your emotions may have some sort of Pavlovian effect. As in, they often coincide with physical pleasure, and therefore I start getting wet when I sense you having strong feelings in preparation for having your cock inside me. However, I’ve reconsidered this and no longer think it’s accurate. I think the way you express yourself is super masculine, and that’s actually what gets me all hot and bothered.

I don’t know if there is anything in this world that I find more sexy than your emotionality.