You bought rope. I do not know your intentions with this rope, but I can only hope by your mention that you have elaborate schemes that you are creating in these moments. You leave me suspended with your last words. Where are you, my sweet wicked one? Are you practicing your knots so that I will not escape when you are ready to take me? Are you contemplating the meaning of this restraint, the idea that I trust you now enough to tie me to my bed so that you can do as you like with me?
I can only hope now, wait for your words full of longing and lust. I want you, want to please you as you unwind your rope, take me over and fuck me, fuck my mind.