Gracie\'s Playground

piece (ii)
Sunday June 10th 2007, 11:55 am
Filed under: Deviant Dreams

the email from V continues:

I grab a chunk of your hair and force your head down.

“Look at it, slut,” I purr, “goddamn little whore. Look down at your cunt. Lift your skirt up. Jesus. Even I can see how wet your panties are. Is that why so many guys keep coming around? To get a whiff of your cunt? Huh? Now slip those panties aside…show me how thick those lips are…how wet…how shiny. You wanna touch it, don’t you, Grace. You wanna shove three fingers inside your whore-hole and fuck yourself silly. Well. You can’t. Your just gonna have to put up with it for the whole 9 hours. Even when you go outside for lunch. That’s gonna be the hardest. Trying to keep your normally cool gait, the one that makes all the girls in the office dream of punching you in the face because you look so damn good. Kind hard while I’m fucking your ass with every step, huh, baby? Walking a little differently? Everybody notices, but they can’t quite figure it out. Nobody thought of the obvious answer – your asshole is stuffed.”

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but then you took me, Grace…you saw me for the whore that i am and found your cunt got wetter using me…dictating my pain…relishing my service…pushing me farther and farther until there was no doubt that you had claimed me down to the blood you watched flow from me.

you allow me my little rebellions because you know on an almost molecular level that you have claimed me and nothing will change that.

your slut,


Comment by vslut 06.10.07 @ 1:06 pm

I love hearing the beginnings.

Comment by Chris 06.10.07 @ 5:31 pm

Say what is on your mind
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