I'm looking forward to you slipping into bed beside me. Your naked flesh against mine. Your warmth, like sunshine flooding my skin, bringing forward its blush. Your breath on my neck, in my ear. Your arms around me. Your body in perfect alignment with mine, curved, curled in, your cock nestled against my ass. Your sleepy, groping hands.
Why is that four nights away seems an eternity?
You haven't given me a prompt in awhile, Daddy? So maybe I'll give you one instead...
What can I do to make you feel my submission more fully?