To my dearest husband,
I want no ordinary lover. I want sleepless nights. I want a fucking storm. I want to be shipwrecked between the sheets, spread-eagled, eaten whole, devoured and left in a half-conscious, screaming and babbling sweaty mess. I want passion and madness. I want rampant energy and rods of steel. I want you to make my whole body shiver from a distance. I want to be taken. Used. Fucked.
And afterwards – in the early hours of the morning, I want to ache with even more desire than before we started.
Your loving wife.
PS: It starts TONIGHT!
