Filed under: Grace
i am sitting here trying to start my work day and i have the attention span of a nat. however, there is one thing that seems to be the common root denominator to this current equation…fucking.
it has been a while since i have had a rough session with E. our schedules are conflicting this week along with social/family obligations that we can not just avoid. the other night before i masturbated he had me bent over the bed as he was punishing my ass. he said i was being mouthy lately and needed to be put in my place. he made mention of bringing out all of the toys and working me over. alas, we were just both exhausted.
right now, at this moment i need a thrashing of a fuck session. i have touched on rape or being “taken” in the past. i mean what i say and i am not going to get into the “oh it is wrong to think like that” blah blah blah. this is what i want, this is my realm and what i say goes.
he is aware of the rape desire. at times we have come close to such acts. but i want it now. i want the force of a cock being shoved into my not so ready cunt. the problem with wanting that is my cunt always seems to be ready…because i want it. no matter, it is still a delicious mind fuck for me. having him exert such aggression on me as i am fighting back, but really giving in. hair pulling, ass gripping, scarf around the neck, cock in the throat, biting, scratching, double penetration and i want it. i want the snarl in his lip and i want a curl in mine. it is just so easy to give in once a cock invades the boundaries. i am okay with that. to complete such a desire is for him to take my ass. it has been years since my ass has been taken by a cock.
i want to be taken. i want to fuck now. i need it and this feeling just grows and grows. as i would let him have his way with me, i would dig each long nail into his flesh leaving marks that will remind him of his acts. i would bite his flesh breaking the skin, yes, i would lick that wound and taste his blood. i do enjoy the little scars i have given him over the years. they are reminders of those intense times we have shared.
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