I'm sorry to be so judgmental, but if you are over the age of 12 you should know the difference between YOUR and YOU'RE... as well as TO and TOO. 

I guess what I am trying to say is that communication is important, it showcases the way in which you are able to vocalize your innermost feelings and connect with the world, it portrays your interpersonal skills and allows others to understand and interact with you.

Now, when I get messages from men who are 48 and still type like a drunken, illiterate preteen who has just discovered the world of "text talk," I am probably, almost definitely, going to be inclined to delete your message, laugh a little and not think twice.

I understand that not all of us are natural Shakespeare's, but come on, one or two casual mistakes are acceptable, typos happen, I get it...

But there are some errors which are not forgivable. Surely, you don't speak the way you type in your real life? Put some thought and effort into the messages you send to me, or they will be ignored.

We have spell-check, for heavens sake. There really is no excuse.

For me, bad spelling and grammar just tells me you are either lazy, uneducated or just stupid. 

As I said, even those people who struggle with English, or maybe English isn't their first language, can type a semi-decent message. You have the internet and dictionaries, online, at your disposal.

Thank you and goodbye.

You stare at me from across the bed, your cock held firmly in your hands, concentration on your face.

You're looking at my soft, smooth mound... my bald, pink teenage cunny... you love the puffiness of my lips, the feminine curves of my fertile body... your eyes dart to my full breasts and erect nipples, as you marvel me, and admire the view...

I am not used to the intensity of this intimacy, your eyes burning into my skin.

You're enjoying watching my fingers stroke my wet slit, spreading my lips open for you to see the sticky evidence of my arousal... you make me so fucking wet.

You signal for me to roll over just by tapping my side with your hand. And I manage one naughty grin, trying to conceal my excitement- in vain- i flip. I am on my hands and knees, you're right behind me, running your hands over my bare ass...

slapping my soft, milky, white skin gently... spreading my ass open so you can examine my  tight little rosebud hole...

and then your tongue is running up and down my most secret place...

You play with my pussy while you lick my ass, tonguing it so willingly. 

And then all of a sudden, you're grabbing onto my hair and pulling my face close to yours, and you tell me, in a snarl, "i'm going to fuck that ass, whore," before shoving my head down onto the matress with my ass hovering vulnerably in the air before you...

your hands grip me tightly, you dig your fingers into me...

the tenderness, the delicate pleasure has evaporated now in the heat of raw, animalistic Dominance... you will take me, and I will be yours.

You will use every hole, and you will make me like it. I will moan for your big, invasive cock stretching all my tunnels and making me cry out in both pleasure and pain.

I will become a worthless slut for you, because you know exactly which buttons to push. I unravel, I turn into a depraved slut with your touch, your whisper in my ear, your firm grip, your penetrating eyes.

And when you've used me sufficiently, if i am lucky, you will kiss me on the forehead and tell me that I am a good girl.