Friday, 30 December 2011

Two down, one across

He's got the newspaper open to the crossword, balanced on his knee. The tip of a pen resting on his lower lip and his right hand hilted in my cunt and arse.

I'm on my back wiggling an squirming and moaning. I come in an aching wail.

He puts down his newspaper and goes to the sink to wash his hands, theyre smothered in my blood and scrapes of feces.

Tuesday, 27 December 2011

Steff

She's on top of me on the sofa with her hand down my knickers. Im saying "think about this, is this what you want" she went upstairs and took her clothes off and came back down. We laid her out on the foot stool and I got to licking her pretty little cunt. She's oozing all over me and enjoying herself. He's torturing her nipples. We though she was only coming over for dinner. She lays me down now. Guess I'm dessert. Her fingers are thrusting in and out of me and I'm squirting fluid out as she pumps. She's so pleased and she keeps calling me a good girl. Sweat and fluid glistens on her face lit up by the fire in the room. We cuddle afterwards skin on skin and she tells me I'm beautiful and I'm just somewhere else because I want to be her girl. Good, like she said.

Sick Girl

I have all these dark fantasies about him. I long for a violent entanglement. Our new routine is that he fucks my cunt and arse harsh and hard. He spreads my holes open until the skin splits and I'm bleeding and crying or wishing that I could cry. My moans are guttural now. Vile yelps of agony and love and suffering dedication. I long for him to push and use me more. I long for him to fill my vessel body with cum and piss and spit. I long for him to use me to urinate on or into, to run his dirty, yellow tipped fingers against my gums. To push them down my throat until I vomit in his hands. I want him to make me disgusting. I want to feel disgusted by myself. I am painfully aroused by these ideas.

Friday, 16 December 2011

Simone Again

We hook up in this bar and you spend a lot of time trying to talk to me about emotions and my behaviour and here I am thinking, that I've got just about no idea what I can say here to get you into bed with me.

You've got my knee clenched between your thighs. I can feel the firmness of the muscle and Im fantasising about the heat and the smell of your cunt. You keep leaning in to talk to me and my skin fizzles when your cheek brushes against mine.

You've got new tattoos on your right arm, girls with long swirling hair. I can feel the rise of the fresh ink while I run my finger tips up and down your skin.

It takes me a while of pretending I'm listening with depth and understanding and then you start telling me I'm beautiful and hot and blah blah blah and I'm still just thinking about your flesh and how it looks under your clothes and how it's going to mark when I bite into it, come and spit and mess leaking from your eager holes... But I digress...

We kiss for a long time, brushing noses and lips, touching skin, squeezing flesh, I stroke your neck, your skin is soft and I'm feeling desperate to fuck, I'm pulsing in my jeans and I'm aching and I feel sick in the pit of my stomach and I want you so badly.

I invite you home, but youre staying with a friend and I get sick of the anticipation so I make my excuses and leave

Monday, 12 December 2011

Consensual non consent

I am coming awake and I can feel a cool lubricated finger sliding between my lips to wet me. Two knuckles gently open my hole and he pushes his cock into my half asleep body. I close my eyes and try to wake myself up. It is uncomfortable. I am not aroused.

I sigh in my half asleep and roll onto my belly. I bend my knees as he kneels up and expose my holes to him. He begins to fuck me hard. His hips bounce against my rounded bottom and he grips my waist tightly so I can't escape him.

I squeak in discomfort. My cunt is sore from where he stretched and fucked it with his hands the night before. I let it carry on a long before I ask in a small voice...

"Can I touch?"

"Yes you may"

I begin to rub my flesh and gather pleasure. His thrusts are endlessly hard and smooth. His moans indicate his enjoyment. I feel his sweet sweat drip onto my back. He removes himself from me and pushes his fingers into my bottom to stretch me. He pushes his cock into my other hole and begins in violent deep aggressive thrusts. It feels abusive. I can feel my orgasm build as my body begins to ache awfully. I feel him coat my insides and I come against him in bucking rubs.