Last week

He's sitting on a chair in the kitchen and I'm standing between his legs in a loose shirt that's his. He runs his hands up underneath the cotton across my the soft creaminess of my skin. He gently touches my ribs and my breasts, he strokes my collar bones and neck. I can here my pulse in my ears and I can feel wetness staring to form.

"Come upstairs".

I walk carefully up the stairs. My hips swagger. He murmurs his regular appreciations sour the curve of my bottom. I lay on the bed and he begins to stroke and touch my skin. He runs his hand between my legs and the heat is palpable. He yanks his hand back and brings it down in a smack. I twitch and squeak and close my legs.

"Open your legs".

I open my legs and he rains down hard smacks and I start to blend into the pain. The satisfaction of his fingers almost slipping between my silken, sodden lips witch each hit. He tells me that he's going to stretch me and hurt me until I climax. He starts to spread my holes and insert numbers of fingers inside me. I desperately wish he could fit a fist in either hole but I cannot open that much yet.

I'm aching. He's tweaking my muscles and making me twitch and hurt. He's punching his hands into me and im pushing down hard. My orgasm is like a huge internal cramp, as soon as there is release the pain ignites, I am bruised and very sore, I moan in sickening discomfort and breath heavily. He seems satisfied with the result and lies next to me.