In stressful situations when we’re told to picture our happy place, most people picture a beach, a library, or maybe the gym. I picture myself with a throat full of cock, tears and spit running down my face, choking for air that isn’t mine to breathe. It is less about the place- I could easily…
“I have no intention of being anything other than vicious. Do you understand?” “Finally. Yes Sir.” His fingers were on my clit before my clothes were fully off. To my surprise, he let me cum on my first request, pinning me against the wall as my legs threatened to give out. He brought me back…
Read part 1 here. She threw her bag in the back seat of his truck before climbing into the passenger seat. She took her tits out of her blouse before she put her seatbelt on. They reviewed their weekends until he pulled onto the highway and undid her seatbelt. He pinched her nipple until she…
“In the shower, now,” he said when he came in the door. The edge in his voice was sharper than usual. I made my way to the washroom, pulling my shirt over my head. “Faster,” he ordered. “Someone’s in a mood,” I joked at his abruptness. He didn’t laugh. He was pissing on me before…
Before It has been more than a minute since I have submitted, and it shows. I have been doing some work on myself for the past few months, reflecting and learning and perhaps even growing a little. I’ve been sitting with discomfort, mining its origins, and reconciling it with my sense of self and future. …