HNT below….

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It’s been too long. My mind is consumed with thoughts of sex.

Flesh. Cock. Sweat.

Need to be torn and punished. I know Z is displeased with my behavior. I know he wants to punish me. Tear through my flesh with his cock, fuck me until I cry and beg for forgiveness. He loves to hear about Lacey. He hates hearing about M. He hates the thought of me giving myself to anyone.

But do I?

Do I really give my body to anyone else? Have I cried out, in ecstasy and desire. Consumed by heat and passion and lust. Have I had a man above me- fucking me? Giving me one, two three. Peak after delicious peak of fuck and orgasm. No. I have become somewhat of a shadow of myself. I want to surrender. To give myself.

Pushed down on the bed- taking a hard fuck, because I deserve it. I crave it.

I crave him. I’ll never have all of him, but I can’t manage to stay away.