Baby, I have always loved the idea of a pearl necklace. Not the kind from a jewelry store. The kind only you can give me. The kind I would wear proudly, knowing exactly where it came from and exactly who gave it to me.
There is something so beautiful about it. So personal. It is a gift that only exists between us, in our private moments. Nobody else would ever know, but I would know. Every time I think about it, I would remember you, remember us, remember how good we are together.
Let me tell you how I imagine it. I am on my knees in front of you, looking up at you with all the adoration I feel, and I am begging you to finish on me. Right here, baby. On my neck, on my chest. I want to feel you mark me as yours. I want to wear your pearl necklace and feel beautiful and claimed and completely satisfied.
And I would not wipe it off right away. I would let it stay. I would let it glisten on my skin while I look up at you and smile, because I am so happy, so proud to wear what you gave me. I might even touch it with my fingertips and tell you how warm it is, how much I love the way it looks on me.
This fantasy is about devotion. About me showing you how much I adore you, and you showing me how much you want me. It is sweet and it is sexy and it is so incredibly intimate. Just the two of us, sharing something nobody else will ever understand.
Sometimes I catch myself touching my neck, right where your gift would be, and smiling. It is like a secret only we share. A beautiful, intimate secret that makes me feel connected to you even when we are apart. That is what you do to me, baby. You turn the simplest things into something precious. I cannot wait to feel your gift on my skin, to wear it just for you, and to tell you all about it afterward in vivid detail. Every shiver, every sigh, every moment. I will not leave anything out, baby. I promise.
Call the dispatcher and ask for Quinn. I am ready to be your girl, and I am ready to wear your gift.
Adoringly yours, Quinn