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He's running his flat wet tongue across my lips and stroking my mouth with it. Our mouths move together. I can feel the pulse quicken between my legs. He has a firm grip on the nape of my neck. He pushes our bodies closer together. I can feel the muscles flexing in his back as I wrap my leg around him. His lips continue to wrestle with mine, he pushes himself up onto his elbow and I instinctively roll onto my back. 

"No stay where you are. Roll onto your front".

I do as I'm told. He lifts himself above me and I can feel the hard, solid mass of his cock resting on the cheeks of my buttocks. He leans over me and starts to kiss my neck and down my back. It's exquisite. It's delicious. Im making sweet, soft noises. It makes me throb. It makes me ache now, just writing about it. He repeats this action numerous times, moving up and down with his cock sliding against the smooth skin on the back of my thigh. He stops then and slowly starts to kiss and gnaw at my buttocks. I instantly curl up, tuck in my knees, give him better access, give him a better view, what does he want, what do I want, it doesn't matter what I want. He purrs at me and starts to stroke his tongue over the throbbing swollen opening of my cunt. I'm moaning and enjoying every second. He begins to lick higher, he starts to rim my puckered, flexing hole. My pleasured calls turn to little moans of embarrassment. I love it. I still hate that I love it. My red cheeked awkward acceptance of his particular peccadilloes is music to his ears. 

 I want him to fuck me so badly. When he enters my cunt it's tight and wet and hot. I clench in dramatic excitement and begin to feel an orgasm instantly. He lightly wets his fingers in his mouth and slides two into my arse. I squeak. It's sore. I push back hard and ask to touch and ask if I can come. I get the answers I want and that I'm always grateful for, and we fuck hard and I come in aching satisfaction. 

He pushes his cock into my arse then. Painful, barely slicked up. I squeak in discomfort. He thrusts hard. I beg to slow down.

"You've taken more than that" 

"I know but please, just for a second"

I gather my brain up and push back and rut with him. He increases his pace and intensity and stretches my hole. I ask if I can come again. He says I'll have to be fast. I just miss joining him as he releases into me. I'm lost, desperate and soaking. I beg to him to let me come again, by any means, by him pushing his fingers into my arse. He takes delight in stretching me and making me hurt l, and then he makes me climax again by repeatedly thrusting his fingers in and out of this tight sore hole. The second time is crashing and exhausting. My chest is tight and my breaths are ragged and uneven. I am happy, wet and happy, we clean up, drift downstairs and I slowly make him a drink.

 I get to slide his clean, tasteless cock into my mouth before we go downstairs, turgid and filled with blood and a fleeting climax. I am so happy to be on my knees in front of him, as always. I feel treated. He tells me, I've been a good girl.

Nature boy - ribbons

He lets himself in like always and im clattering about in domestic mode, hair wet and barely dressed. 

"Coffee?"

"Tea"

We go the the kitchen and I'm jabbering away about some meager stresses, he pulls me into him and plants his lips on my mouth. I purr. The arousal heightens. We start to suck and gnaw ravenously, his hands are running up and down my waist. He lifts me onto the counter top, bends to his knees. I curve my back and push my cunt towards his waiting mouth. I rest my feet on the counter and spread myself nice and wide. He begins to lick and suck and nuzzle me and I hold the back of his head. The kettle boils in the background as he thrusts his tongue deep between my lips. I moan and gasp and close my eyes, god it feels so good. The kettle clicks off and he gets up. 

He grins at me "Fell better now?". 

Yes. I'm softly shaking. I really want to come. He looks at me and looks at the kettle. I make us both a brew and we sip it and share a spliff. 

"Please, come on, lets go upstairs". 

He takes no more persuasion. I slowly unbutton his jeans and slide to my knees. His cock is hard and it feels good in my mouth. I tell him to lick me again and he obliges and then I ask to fuck and he slides into me on my knees. 

His cock is always thick and big inside me, but never rock hard. It's good enough. It always makes me come. Once we've separated I roll onto my back and he stands over my face. He tells me he's going to come all over my body. He always comes heavy so I await my coating with glee. 

I lick and stroke his balls with my wet tongue as he jerks himself off over me. I play with my cunt, pinch my nipples and generally try to make my white flesh appealing to his hazy gaze. 

"I'm gonna come". 

I gently suck his tightening mounds. Yes please. I see his grip tighten. His body tenses. Explosive ribbons of white cover my neck and chest and stomach, I smear them all over my body. I steady his quaking thigh with my palm. He puts his over mine and holds my hand tightly. 

A quick fuck with a stranger

We kiss, talk, wander upstairs to a room in the club. He fingers my wetness and I take him in my mouth. I tell him he's going to fuck me. He rubbers up and pushes into me.

I make demands. Freedom and control are fleeting commodities to me, so fuck him, I make demands.

 "Fuck me now. Fuck me harder. Fuck me until it hurts." He oblidges.

We realise the time and break it up. We'll probably do it again. I feel alone and powerful. I feel absolutely nothing about him. It's hard to feel anything towards anyone else anymore. I don't have the capacity. I still want to fuck other vessels, but I'm never fucking in my head. In body, not in spirit.

Pain, anal, devotion

We've gotten into bed together and I'm curled into him. His lips reach out and kiss my mouth and his hand slides down between my legs. He purrs at me for being so wet, is it any surprise?

My cunt has been plugged for the past couple' hours, with intermittent application of intense vibrations. I'm amazed I've lasted this long... 

I reach out and start to stroke his cock, he's nice and hard. I spit on my hand to slick him up and he tells me to roll over. I spoon into him and feel him nudge his cock towards my arse. I mumble softly and he grips my nipples between his finger tips and tweaks them. 

"Push my cock into your arse. Don't reach for any lube". 

I start to nudge him into me, dry, hot skin against tight, puckered flesh. It's uncomfortable and he knows that. I edge him in and he pushes hard against the tight muscle. He moans as he enters me. I wiggle. Its awkward and uncomfortable. I beg for him to turn me on my knees and fuck me. I am so desperate to climax. I have been for hours, days, more than a week. desperate to feel his control. He knows. I need it so bad. He knows that as well. I rock back and forth and moan as his cock deepens in its intrusion. I beg intermittently. 

"Please sir anything, either hole, I don't care. Please just put me on my knees. Please fuck me hard. Please let me come". 

An age of time passes before he relents to my pathetic needy bleats. I'm put on my knees and he pushes back in. The skin is so tight and painful. I whimper and gasp as I steady myself, then push back. He purrs at me, he lets me touch myself. My cunt is soaking wet and dripping. He tells me I'm a filthy anal slut. I respond that I know in just a whore for his desire, and he drives himself into me until I come in an aching desperate contraction.

We separate he signals for me to suck him, I do instantly, soaking him in my spit. He plays gently with my bottom keeping me open and ready for him. I drool all over his perfect hot flesh, until he pulls my head back and twists me around. Confused. I'm on my knees again and this time when he pushes back into my arse its slick and effortless and pleasurable and very deep. 

He talks "I like the difference, first your tight hot flesh, and how easy it is to slide in, now you've covered me in your eager spit. They're both equally as pleasurable". 

I'm moaning and pushing back hard against him, I can feel another orgasm build inside me, before I even open my lips to ask for permission he speaks again 

"You're going to come again from having your arse fucked? Such a filthy girl". 

My body has betrayed me, I feel ashamed when he reads me. I ask if I can and he says of course. He leans his weight over me, our hands touch, he rests his forehead between my shoulder blades and lets me rotate while he's deep in my hole. I orgasm in a crash, it's huge and I mewl into the pillows. He lets me settle and pulls out, lies on his back and beckons me towards him .

He pulls my hip around so my arse is in comfortable reach of his hand and pushes my head back down onto his cock. I begin to drool and cough. He slides his fingers back into me. He jams more and more digits in and I'm in agony. He twists his fingers around, tweaking sensitive muscle, I squirt all over the safe clean bed. I am sorry. 

He holds the back of my neck tightly and repeatedly jams his cook into my open mouth. I begin to lose breath and my head starts to swirl. I feel numb and fragile and afraid of him and full of adrenaline. 

I pull away as I start to white out. It's instinct, I loath it. I catch myself and breath hard and start sobbing. I beg to be let go and he retracts his fingers. I'm shaking violent, covered in my own spit and tears. I'm crying hard.

"Please don't make me do this anymore. I can't do this anymore".

"Yes you can" 

"Please no I can't, please Sir, please!"

"Two more minutes". 

I hate him. I hate myself. I'm straight back down over his throbbing cock, desperate to prove my own sorry worth. 

His fingers slide back in, two dry painful fingers, three, four, more? I actually have no idea how many, I just know it hurts badly. I gulp and gag and choke on him, and he raggedly fucks my hole back and forth with his hand. I'm retching and shaking and he holds my head firmly down on his cock. 

Just as the fear begins to subside and that gentle broken ocean noise sweeps in, the noise that lets you know your brain is being brutally starved of breath and life, just at that moment he lets my neck go. 

He says in his soft voice "OK. That's enough". I clean his hands and curl up into a little ball. I'm breathing really hard. He wraps himself around me. 

"I'm not going to come. That was more than enough. You've been a very good girl". 

He rolls me into my side and runs his fingers over my breasts 

"All I want to do is tweak these perfect nipples until you squeal, but I'm not going to, we're going to go to sleep because we're tired".

I pull the duvet and blankets over us and wrap myself tightly around him. I feel utterly violated and incredibly sore. I know exactly what I am here. There's no fear or unsureness anymore, there's nothing, and its quiet, and if its good enough for him then it is for me too. 

Violence

He has his hand between my legs and excites me with our violent fantasies. He murmurs into the side of my neck...

"I'd drop you to the floor. I'd kick you in the ribs. The satisfaction of kicking somewhere so firm. I wouldn't be able to help myself. I'd keep kicking and kicking while you desperately try to crawl away. I'd smash my foot in again, the crack of bone against fluffy supple lung. I'd listen to you choke and gasp for air and watch pink frothy spit ooze from your lips. Your eyes would stare at me in wild, open terror. I wouldn't help you. I wouldn't even care about you".

Sir - fingers and thumbs

IWe go to bed. We're kissing he asks me if I want to come before bed time. I purr a yes against his lips and carry on kissing him. He tells me he's going to push his fingers into my cunt and arse, as many as he can fit, maybe a fist. I squirm and start to touch my clit as instructed. 

He starts to slide his fingers into my arse, one then two. I push down and rub against him. He pushes his other set of fingers into my cunt two then three. I moan and tremble and rut and rub against his paws. 

He talks to me in filthy dulcet tones. He tells me what a slut I am, how much I always want it, how stretched he's going to have me. He tells me I'm

so easy and so desperate and reminds me how good it feels to come and float away and become his and nothing. 

It's apocalyptic chat. I'm pulsing and getting wetter. He slips another finger in each hole. It starts to hurt. He threatens to fist my cunt and starts to. Beams of stretched out pain flicker like a bolt between my thighs. I whimper and squeak.

I beg to him. "Please let me come. Please can I? I'm gonna fuck your fingers with my pussy. I wanna push down and come". 

I whimper and breath heavy and the rope of pleasure starts to wind in tighter loops. I come in aching wails as his hand slips around in side me and his fingers twist and puncture inside my twitching back hole. 

He laughs gently and holds me there, fucking around with my internal muscles. He removes his fingers from my cunt and smacks me hard across the cheek with his blood and come covered palm. 

I just lay there and shake

15 small words - choke

He wraps his arm around my throat, raises me off my feet and chokes me.

My sir returns

We're lying in bed together kissing softly, your mouth soothes mine, tentatively tracing across my lips. You roll me onto my back and lie on top of me, you wedge your knee between my thighs and I whimper. 

It's been so long and I want you so badly. You kiss me ravenously now. I'm hungry. Your lips trace down my neck and you take my breast in your large, rough hand. You suck my nipples and gnaw them and pull and I'm squirming and you're hard against my leg and I need you. 

I whisper breathlessly. I ask you to go down on me. You smirk at me. You know I hate asking, you like hearing me ask. You push up my thighs and bend my knees and start to stroke my clit with your tongue. I'm moaning. I desperately want to push your head into my cunt and rub my soaking throbbing flesh all over you. I have my fingertips resting on your head. The tension is my hand is definitely palpable. I resist. You'd stopped if I pushed you. You lick me until I'm soaking and ready enough. 

You kneel up and rub your cock against my wet and swollen folds of flesh. I'm a haze of sensation now. I look at you and beg. I whisper softly and stare at your eyes. 

"Please, please, please..."

You smile at me. It'll happen when you're good and ready. I can beg all I fucking want but it's not gonna make you slide into me any quicker and fuck, then you do, and it's everything. 

You push deep inside me and lay your weight on my body and thrust. I grip your arse with my hand and run my tongue up the side of your neck. You fuck me hard and slow and my legs get contorted and bent around and my cunt gets wetter and tighter and more eager to climax. 

I look at you. I don't know if I'd rather tell you I love you right now or have you spit in my face, their both essentially answers to the same emotion. 

You turn my over onto my knees and push in at a different angle. I cry out, it feels so good, it's been so long, it makes it almost worth the wait. I ask if I can touch, you say I can. I ask if I can come soon you say yes, I'm so close. The climax builds so tightly, energy is yanked from my limbs as I buck against you, I come so fucking hard. Endless cries of pleasure spill from my mouth and fluid soaks us both. I  am breathless and shaking, mewling to myself against the mattress and dripping onto the sheets. 

He lets me complete the act by giving him slow and doting head. I feel so lucky to be back between his thighs. His hand caresses my bottom as he orgasms. The room is warm and still and I feel so good and so happy to be home. 

Nature boy - quick

It hurts when we fuck, the thickness of you splits me. You ravenously eat my face and cunt and I suck you. I ask, we screw, I come, you jerk yourself off all over my pretty mouth.

I still enjoy us but I think the thrill has fizzled out for me. I get bored quick.