Dear Loverboy,
I’m listening to the rain and thinking about your desire.
I am delighted that you transform from Wolf to Puppy, from confident and competent to almost mindlessly obedient when at my feet. You’re not in my bed today and I’m longing for you, making due with thoughts and fantasies of your dedicated hunger. I can smell yesterday’s perfume still on my warm skin. It’s a sweet, musky balm; sexy and very intoxicating. I know you love the smell of my skin, natural, animal and divine, unfettered by perfume but this heady smell of evening and instinct I’m wearing is so erotic. All day my mind has wandered, imagining you dabbing it behind my ears and rubbing it into the tender flesh of my inner wrists, lifting each to your lips to breathe in the scent of my skin and the cloying sweet darkness of night-blooming jasmine. Just like you, it is most open and sweetest when it unfurls itself in the soft dusk, it’s true nature, revealed. I want all your secrets and your animal truths.
Violet xo

Violet Fawkes

Violet Fawkes (she/her) is a freelance writer and sex blogger focusing on pleasure education, erotic fiction, and the intersection of identity, kink and mental health.