Sailor - Home again

You're so tired. I make you so hard. I kiss and torment you. You pin me to the wall. I take you to bed. We fuck and we sleep. We fuck and we wake up. We fuck all the time. It makes my head hurt. It makes me emotional. Ive missed you.

15 small words - The Mistake

1... 2... 3... and done. This should have never happened. But now I have control.

Sailor - who is in control?

Take which ever hole you like, fill me up, fuck me up. I begged you to sodomise me but now the pain rips through me in a sufferance. You repeatedly drive yourself in, all your weight and intent. I come again and again. Who is in control? Your fingers fill my cunt. 

"I think I am". 

Take me again. I've stopped thinking at all. 

You talk to me in a beautiful growl. You talk to me about stretching my holes, about making me gape, what a slut I am, what a body, what a dirty filthy whore, what a thing to desire, what a thing to want, what a way to send us off to work. 

I scoop out your fluids from inside my cunt and I eat them, and I don't want to wash your smell away. I don't want to take it off my skin. I don't want you to go. But you have to. 

Sailor - Sunday am in 15

You fuck me hard enough, that I know its gonna make me hurt, for days. 

Sailor - Monday a quick trip

The heat of the water in the shower hitting my face. You kissing my neck. Our bodies pushed hard together. You have your fingers in my cunt. Rubbing me and playing with me and I moan and the sound of the water and the heat and the steam. I can barely breath. 

I'm out of my head. We get out. 

You tell me to get dressed for dinner. I stand in my pants and my bra. You leave and come back. 

"Please baby do I have to get dressed? Can't you just fuck me instead? Just for a few minutes? Bent over the bed?" 

"I suppose I can for a few minutes". 

I pull down your pants. I bend over. You say something about the view and you push your cock inside me and you start to fuck me hard. 

I can't resist. I have forgotten who you are and who I am and I just need to come. I ask to kneel instead. You kick down your slacks and push back into me, hold my hips real tight and rut and its fucking exceptional and nowhere near graceful and completely divine. You threaten that I'm  out of time and I practically cry. 

"Please, don't stop".  

You're fucking me so hard and I feel so lucky and I twist my neck so you can watch my face contort in desperation. I come so hard and I make so much noise and I don't care who knows and I don't care who cares and I cover you and the bed in hot fluid. I curl up for a second and wipe my tears and sweat into the sheets. I take a hard breath and steady my head. You put your dick back in your pants and take me out for dinner. 

Sailor - Monday resolution

You stretch my cunt out nice and wide, fuck me hard with your hand and make me come all over the sheets. 

"You're such a good boy What do you say?"

"Thank you". 

We curl into each other and the calm. The safety and silence and then I suck your cock until it damn near kills you. 

Sailor - Monday revenge

I tie your wrists above your head and you're panicked enough that you're not even hard anymore. You're started to sweat. I sit across your lap and drink my coffee. I watch your heart beat in your chest.  

"There's no point in me causing you pain. Because it doesn't touch you. I made it seem like I couldn't tie that rope very well didn't I? I lied. Do you think the way that you treated me was OK? Do you think that hurting me was OK? How long have you been afraid for? How long have you been tied for? Twenty minutes? You made me suffer for hours and hours. You tortured and abused me all the way to 12pm. Do you think that that's OK? I don't care whether your enjoying this or not. I can still just about pleasure myself by rubbing against your my pathetic flaccid cock". 

I unshackle you from the bed and yank you up. I watch the tension in your stomach muscles, I know the stress in the bottom of your spine. I smack your face, not even that hard. Smack you and flick you and fuck around with you and you try and cover your face with your hands. 

"Are you OK? I don't care really, but are you OK?" 

I smile at you and and untie you wrists and rub the blood back into your fingers. You don't have to hurt someone to make them feel afraid. 

Sailor - Monday missing

Kissing you, fuck how I missed that mouth. You stroke my face and hair.

We kneel on the bed. I slowly unbutton your blue cotton shirt and I nuzzle into your neck, licking it and smelling your skin and fuck how I missed your smell. You take off my top and we melt down onto the sheets like wax, embraced in the pleasure of each other. Bonded like glue. 

You take my breasts in your hands and your mouth and I slide my fingers down my stomach, and unbutton my jeans and pull them down, and I crack your belt and you do the same. I missed that sound. The crack of your belt. The rib of your body. You lick my cunt. I draw you up. You rub the tip of your cock against me and I spread my cunt for you with my finger tips. You watch what your doing, mouth open, transfixed bambi lashes. Your blue eyes. I watch your face and I wait and you talk me through the visual. I ask you if you've missed my pussy. I ask you if your happy. "Yeah" a breathless yeah. 

The moment you push inside me.

Fuck. Fuck how I missed that, baby. 

The concentration on your brow and the abandon and I pull you against me and I kiss you and it styleless and beautiful, and I am so wet and you are so hard and the whole world disappears under the pillows and melts away. 

We kiss and hold each other. I draw in great breaths of you and we fuck and I touch and it's stop start, start stop, too hot, trying to make it last, hair trigger kinda fucking, stick, stuck, bonded like glue. Hair trigger fucking, shot gun. You trying to stop yourself, from shooting your come - into my body.  You tell me to get on my knees and I think we've stopped making love now, or as close as we'll ever get. I think we've stopped caring

You're so deep. I'm so hot. Hot and wet for you and we're going to come together, melt together and make a potion, and it reeks of sex in the room. It reeks of desire and lust for each other. It's hot. Mine and yours. You and me, it's hot. Fuck how I missed fucking you, making love with you, taking your body, bonded like glue and the world disappears under the pillows and everything is instantly over.