Quickie...

30 minutes was all he had...

I said it tonight, and I'll say it again...I take what I can get...every time.

Just knowing I was going to have him had me so turned on my teeth were chattering and my pussy humming. We didn't waste a moment once we were alone.

"Strip, woman."

In no time, his mouth was on my nipple and he was pushing his hard cock into me. God, I love that feeling! So deep, so hard, so good. The urgency made it better though I didn't think that was possible. I came the first two times with his cock inside me...

He turns me around, pushes me forward and starts finger fucking my pussy. I want to feel his hand inside me and tell him so...he pushes harder and harder, stretching me and hurting me while I beg for more...and he makes me come again...and again...and again... I'm crying from the pain and the pleasure...unsure I can take any more...until he calls me his good little whore and I know I won't disappoint him. He has me pinned so that I can't escape the assault on my pussy. When I've come more than I think is possible, he pulls his hand out and moves me so that I'm bent over the bed. He's fucking me hard again, and I'm loving it. There is nothing I love more than his cock in any of my holes!

He literally fucks me with his cock and his hand until I collapse on the floor from the overwhelming pleasure and pain of it all. I crawl over to him and take his hard cock in my mouth. He tells me to suck him like a whore, and I do it exactly how he likes it. I've come so hard in such a short time that I can feel my pussy dripping onto the floor between my feet. Having his cock in my mouth makes me even wetter. I love hearing him talking to me, directing me...

He's close to coming. "Don't you dare swallow yet."

I take the head of his cock between my lips and feel his hot come explode onto my tongue. I love the feel and taste of him...and it makes me want more... I masturbate to the thought of his come in my mouth.

Abruptly, it's over...our time's up...I don't want him to go, but I know I don't have a choice. He smears a drop of come onto my breast with a twinkle in his eye. I smile, enjoy knowing it's there, and get dressed. Seeing his cock still hard makes me want to take him into my mouth again...but I can't tonight.

I walk to my car feeling my own come still running down my legs. I know how much I'm going to hurt tomorrow and smile thinking about it.

Possess me...

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...

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.

Another first...

He made me beg for it...made me beg him to hurt me & humiliate me...for my pain and for both our pleasure...for another first together...

"No crying. You must continue to be sexy for me."

Yes. I'm trying.

Biting my lip...I'm trying so hard to not disappoint him...trying so hard to concentrate on my task through the pain...and then he offers my release with a smile on his face...

"I'll be replaying this one for a long time."

Me too.

Stimulating

How can your presence draw so much out of me?

How can your voice reverberate deep inside my soul?

How can your touch calm me and craze me all at once?

You are
Physically
Mentally
Emotionally
Intellectually
Electrically
Stimulating.

Here's what I'm thinking...

I just wasn't myself tonight, I know.

It has been three weeks...and I feel this tight coil in the pit of my stomach...a tightening of my sex...the desperate, half-crazed desire to have you hurt me and fill me until I no longer feel a part of this world...and I WANT TO COME. Not like I come when I play with my pussy and think of what you do to me. I want to come with earth-shattering-leg-shaking-pussy-clenching orgasms that only you can give me. And that's what I was thinking about while I was keeping to myself...

You brushed your hand against my ass casually...and my mind went to you throwing me up against the nearest tree, tearing my jeans off, and shoving your hard cock in me...if you want to know what I was really thinking about tonight.

You were so close...and I couldn't have you...YET.

So close that my nipples ache for you to squeeze them until I cry out...

So close that my pussy floods at the sound of your voice...

So close that my clit swells and begs for your touch...

I could go on and on...but those are the highlights of my thoughts this evening knowing I get to have you in less than 12 hours...

Then, and only then, will I feel like myself...satiated and fucked.

A strange place...

Presently, we're in a strange place. Somewhere between lack of communication and lack of alone time, we've gotten out of sync. One evening last week we realized the lack of communication and have vowed to work on that. Unfortunately, the lack of alone time is out of our control.

It isn't that we aren't spending time together...far from it! It is just we aren't alone for more than a few minutes if that. Being in his presence makes me crave his touch like nothing I've ever felt. Though he frustrates me more than any man I've ever met, I want him more than anyone I've ever known! And having him close enough to touch but knowing that's the one thing I can't do has my mind working overtime. I'm imagining all of these deviant scenes where he takes me with complete disregard (and to the delight of) everyone around.

I fantasize about him constantly...dominating me...using me...hurting me...raping me... I crave him when I can't have him and want has been surpassed by my physical need for him.

My pussy literally pulses at the sound of his voice.

I can feel every nerve along every inch of my skin when he brushes past me.

The weight of his stare makes me weak and vulnerable to the point that I have to look away or look down to hide the sheer lust in my eyes.

At times like this, all I can think is how much I want to please him...how desperately I want his mouth on mine...and how much I love him...