I want to sink deeper into your possession...feel you truly own me...
I want to give it all over to you...let you take me exactly how you imagine...
Yet you hold back and let the real world in...
Use me...hurt me...rule me...rape me...
When you can...
Monday, July 12, 2010
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Phase One is complete...
"Please" is not a safe word...begging doesn't make it stop...
I couldn't sit the next day...without thinking of Thirty's hands, mouth, and cock...and the pain and pleasure they gave me...
I lay in the bed he fucked me in, pussy throbbing and bruised, dreaming of feeling him inside of me again...tongue on my clit bringing orgasm after orgasm, teeth biting into the soft flesh of my lower lips while his fingers tugged roughly at my nipples...pain followed by orgasms...orgasms followed by pain...lines blurred and crossed...
Then it happened...after a year of "training" my pussy...I was finally able to take his whole hand all the way to the wrist. Feeling so full and stretched made each orgasm even better...the pain made me wince and whimper...and he loved it. He was proud of me, and I could feel it. The look in his eyes when he had me feel his hand in me made everything worth it. And I loved it.
I asked him how my pussy felt when his cock entered me after he removed his hand, and all he said was, "Perfect." Just the thought of that makes me smile...
"Phase One is complete."
He has big plans now that he knows I can take it...and I'm a little scared. Scared and excited and horny...he blows my mind...
"You're my whore. I own you."
Always.
I couldn't sit the next day...without thinking of Thirty's hands, mouth, and cock...and the pain and pleasure they gave me...
I lay in the bed he fucked me in, pussy throbbing and bruised, dreaming of feeling him inside of me again...tongue on my clit bringing orgasm after orgasm, teeth biting into the soft flesh of my lower lips while his fingers tugged roughly at my nipples...pain followed by orgasms...orgasms followed by pain...lines blurred and crossed...
Then it happened...after a year of "training" my pussy...I was finally able to take his whole hand all the way to the wrist. Feeling so full and stretched made each orgasm even better...the pain made me wince and whimper...and he loved it. He was proud of me, and I could feel it. The look in his eyes when he had me feel his hand in me made everything worth it. And I loved it.
I asked him how my pussy felt when his cock entered me after he removed his hand, and all he said was, "Perfect." Just the thought of that makes me smile...
"Phase One is complete."
He has big plans now that he knows I can take it...and I'm a little scared. Scared and excited and horny...he blows my mind...
"You're my whore. I own you."
Always.
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