The U Turn 00:12

Continuation

Subtitle: He Makes His Rebuttal Outside

There is no question that we will meet, at some point, undefined. And when we do, I intend to take what is mine with the whole strength of these arms that you love and lust after. I'll bring us to a moment of crisis, not climax, so that you can know (momentarily) what it is like. Waiting, wanting.

I want you, in the meanwhile, to think of me, when buying your panties. I want them small and lacey. Delicate and shimmery like you, when you glisten with heat. In whatever colour you should chose but be sure the fabric is exceptionally good. When you slip these against your skin, I want you to be missing my slipping inside you. Skip the hi-cut style. Your long legs don't need that trompe l'oeil. I want the kind that lays bare your slender waist and sits right on the width of your hips, on the bone where I will loop my thumbs, with your mound pressed against mine, as foretaste of what's to come.

The bikini cut that is the one. It can scoop your behind like these ample hands of mine will do, or if you prefer, the flirty rise up on the half-cheek that is also fine. But whatever you do, don't meet me in the crotchless kind. Know that those are for you to run your fingers up through in my absence. As for me, baby, you can be sure when we do meet and time is ripe, I'll be holding that ass, naked.