Sailor - muscle and bones

"Please stop. Stop. Please. You're hurting me".

 

You dip your fingers into my cunt. I am dripping wet and fearful. You bang my head against the wall, you drag me to the floor. You fuck me throat so hard that I vomit up thick dank spit - from somewhere inside my body. You come all over my face and smear it into my hair. You make my pull out my breasts, then put them away. Again and again in repetition, you pinch and torture my nipples. 

At some point you let me sleep. The worst part of it all. You let me sleep. 

You woke me up and carried on. 

You force me to touch you when I don't want to. You forced me. You took away my will and trust in you - screwing my paper thin faith into a ball. A moment stretches out like gum. I want it to be over. You smack my face. Flick me, tweak me, make me cry. 

"Thank you Grant. You are my safety. You keep me safe". 

You make me say it again and again until it loses all its truth. Until I hate the sound of my own voice.

You pinch the muscles away from my bones. You hurt me incredibly. Discomfort and pain that I've never experienced before you. You tell me that I disgust you and you won't let me touch you. In vacant anguish I accept that you are everything. 

Sailor - distance

I make you send me movies of you wanking. I watch them flicker on my tiny screen. I listen to the sounds that you make, all moaned in satisfaction. It gets me going. It gets me hot. It mitigates the separation. Just a little, not a lot. 

We talk to each other in the dark, at night. The kind of conversations that a woman and a man have, when all they want to do is fuck each other. And then we touch ourselves, separate but together. 

I come so hard that it makes my teeth hurt and my palms burn and my legs numb, and I close my eyes and try to imagine the heat of your body next to me. 

Sometimes I can convince myself' you're almost there. 

George

Neither one of us was happy
But neither one of us wanted to leave
So we just kept hurting each other
And calling it love

Sex in under 35 - Sailor

When I think about you, I'm always thinking about sex. I carry my arousal around, like a bottle in a paper bag. Everyone knows that its there, but they're too polite to comment.

Sailor's shanty

Why don't you get in bed?
I kiss your mouth
and scratch your head.

I make you
a) sit
b) stand
c) talk
at my command.

I make you eat my cunt.
My arse.
My soul.
And drink at every other hole.

I bite you,
rip at you
spit at you and put you down,

on the bed.
I ride your cock.
I give you head.

I curse you.
Coo at you.
Tell you how good you can be,
If you would listen now, to me.

I make you
a) hard
b) lost
c) mine
at any cost,

That comes to you

so pretty.
Such a gorgeous face,
embrace in lust and awfulness.
A credit to the human race

for girls who like docile men and hard cock.

Sailor - sweet, no self control

Your tongue between the cheeks of my bottom. 

"I bet all you thought about was rimming me whilst I was exposed in front of that mirror, earlier. Is that right?"

"Yes" 

"You're disgusting. You're going to fuck me. Slowly and deeply and you're going to make me come. That's what you're going to do. Do you understand?" 

"Yes" 

Sweet, no self control. 

Sailor - finding your voice

"You're a mess. You're a fucking mess. You're so wet. With you fat whore cunt lips. Slut. Wet pussy. Slut. Whore. You better come for me soon".

Arms pinned, bruising, fingered, fucked by your hand. Leaking like a tap. Throat dry and choked out. Eyes

Bulging and hurting as I touch myself, you stall my breath and I come all over the sheets.

Sailor - Skirts up

I get down on my knees in front of you. In my tight denim skirt. A look in hips and curves. There's a mirror in that room, balanced on the floor. You sit on the edge of the bed. I take off my top, expose myself in front of you, lip and nuzzle your cheeks and neck. I don't quite let you kiss me... much.

You told me the other day that you saw a woman expose herself in a shop, and you told me how much you liked it. 

I tell you that only dirty little boys, like to look up girls skirts. 

I ask you if you want to look up mine. 

I bay and tease you in exposure. I rub up the denim, reveal the cheeks of my arse. I watch your stomach flex and the loose cotton of your blue shirt, the way it sits on the bones of your collar and flutters when you breath. 

Is this how it looked? 

Sticky clear liquid drips from the tip of you cock and I can see the tension in your hands. Flat on the bed where I left them. I hitch up my skirt to my waist and spread my knees wide, the lips of my cunt and my arse are visible in reflection. 

And is this how it looked? Or does this look better? 

Running the tip of my tongue against you, pulling the skin back, ribbing my hand up and down. I can feel you vibrating and your mouth is open and your eyes are on me but distant. And your body is starting to twitch. 

And is this how it looked? Or does this look better? And just let me spread my legs. 

I can feel the liquid in you pump through the tube of your body and you're struggling to hold it together now. Struggling to hold back. I've covered you in spit and saucy conversation and I'm working you nice. I watch your muscles twist as you stifle sweet sounds. 

And is this how it looked? Or does this look better? And is this what you thought you might want? Is this how it should feel for you? Does this feel good for right now? Only dirty boys like to see these things. Only dirty boys look up girls skirts. This is better than anything found there. This is better than what you could want. This is better. I am better.  And that's when you come down my throat. 

Sailor - Wet

You stroke me endlessly and make me so wet that I soak the bed. God I want you so badly and you tease me and I hate you. I want to feel your body inside mine. I want you to fill me with white smoke. We come together so visceral and turned up to the max and climax is eminent and easy and you are absorbed in me as our fluid blends together in a toxic mess. I suck your cock so good that you eyes roll to the back of your head and all I need from you right now is the allowance to have you how I want and to use your body to get off. You make me come and again. You release into me. You pet my body and you touch me beautifully. We hold each other in a spent embrace and I breath in the energy that pulses from your body. I breath you in.