Him: What is the fun of hurting me? *pause* That is the most right question I have ever asked.
Me: The fun of hurting you is in your reactions, is in how it makes you more beautiful, is in how it brings out who you are, is in the sounds you make in it, is in the way you speak to me in the middle of it, is in how it makes me wet. It … Continue Reading
Oh god, and with my heart racing and whispering ‘oh jesus’ to you and my stomach lifted into my chest, you are so fucking hot, which is not the right word, but my wet panties in your mouth and against your cock are filling my head and I whisper to you ‘oh’ with that catch, that one is not even a sound, on my tongue when you’re nearly coming, and not coming, over and again… … Continue Reading
I love your voice… I just love it. You have a perfect voice for sex, for play, for pain, for desperate need, for begging, for breathing my name, it is so so beautiful and I love how you talk to me and I love how you say Ma’am and I love how you murmur to yourself and I love that every strike makes you gasp or groan and I love the way you breath, heavy … Continue Reading
I miss you with a single minded passion, though I have only just seen you and then been asleep, and today I promised myself that I would do some copious amounts of work because you won’t be here and instead I am thinking about you and wanting so to get on the phone and talk to you and call you horrible filthy names and whisper to you about violent rape and fuckery with your face … Continue Reading
She knows she has hurt him, and not in the hotdeliciousfabulous way. One minute he is a happy eager puppy, bouncing beside her, all smiles and affectionate enthusiasm. The next he is kicked, bruised, cowering and skulking away in pain.
She hates this, when she hurts him.
“I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry…”
She wants to bring him to her and make it better, she wants to protect him from her, to growl and spit at … Continue Reading
“…that was the most, absolutely the most hot thing I have ever, ever, ever done sexually…”
Sometimes, sometimes, it’s just about perfect.
You’re welcome baby.… Continue Reading
I am not planning to play with you, I am planning to put you to bed and leave you to sleep. I’ve said goodnight already when I tell you to take off your clothes, I am just going to put you to bed and go, I tell you as much, ‘yes Ma’am’ you say. As they come off, your shirt, your jeans, I start to kick in, feel my heart start to thump in my … Continue Reading