Filed under: Sex
right now as i write this at the demands of E i am getting molested in the worst ways. he even made the notion of keepting all the mistakes in this post. so you have to forgive me. i cannot begin to express how difficult it is to write/type when you have fingers shoved inside of you hitting your g-spot repeatidly.
“you are making mess, i need to get a towel,” he walks away.
he positions a towel beneath me and snaps on latex gloves. he kneels by the fuck bed and begins his torment as i type. fuck i can’t think straight and the wetness keeps seeping out of me. i think he has added another finger to the torment and i keep gasping and breathing heavy inbetween hitting the keys.
E’s contribution to this post while his other hand was three fingers deep inside of me:
I’m fucking this bitch right now and her pussy is so wet.
at a certain point i could not type because the intensity of his molestation was body numbing. he kept causing me to squirt while my ass was up in the air. as i gasp and moan like such a needy slut i keep thinking about how bad i want him to fist me, stretch me. then i start to feel how tight my cunt is around the three fingers he has deep inside of me and how hard would it be for him to try to slip in the other two stragglers. as i continued to think about him fisting me and the video footage i have watched of men pushing their hands so easily in a girl’s pussy i start to buck against his fingers.
“do you want your dildo?” he asks.
“no, i want your fingers, ” i blurt.
he pushes them deeper and at the point of wonderment if he is going to fist me i come loud and wet.
afterwards he reads the post and says,”i don’t like what i wrote i come off as a pig.”
i respond with, “well, you were at that moment and there is nothing wrong with that. no one said you had to be all romantic. that wasn’t the point of it.”
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