Bad Bad Girl

I can’t stop thinking about him. His re-emergence in my life is fucking with my head. I know it’s fucking with his too. Everything reminds me of him. Perhaps it was because it was this time last year that he was leaving me. Perhaps the weather reminds me of time spent in his arms. Perhaps it’s because he is back. I hate him, yet I can’t stop myself from running to him. Whorish and wrong to be infatuated based more on sexual skill thancontent of character, but I don’t claim to always be a classy broad. I want what he gives me, the way he gives it. I will always crave it.

I know how he likes me. He wants my flesh. He wants me completely naked, with the lights on. He wants me on my hands and knees. My head to the side so my hair falls, almost touching the floor, my neck exposed. Vulnerable and constrained. He knows it makes me uncomfortable to be this exposed- at least while I am still within my own body. Soon though, it won’t matter. He knows that soon I will give up all of my inhibitions and beg him to keep me here. He knows all my desires. He haunts them.

A hard blow comes down on my bare ass. Open handed, full slap. I gasp and grown low. He is standing over me- looking down on me. Talking low.

“You are a beautiful whore, you know that? Too dirty to be as pretty as you are. ” Another slap on my ass, in the same place. Stinging. My head lowers and I breath into the pain, exhaling through pursed lips. His hand hooks under my chin and lifts to meet my eyes, “I want you…to cry for me.” His hand wraps around my throat and he squeezes. I know I can breathe, but I don’t, “I want to hear you fucking beg for it. If I can’t hear you- you won’t get it. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I answer him as he releases my throat. His fingers drag up my face, pushing one into my mouth. Letting me suck on it. Pushing one finger, then two into my mouth- into the back of my throat. Laughing wickedly as I swallow back a gag.

I look straight ahead and feel him moving behind me. He moves me so my ass is facing the end of the bed. Slaps again. I whimper now, feeling the sting penetrate my flesh. Again. I call out this time, cursing. Fuck.

I can feel the bright red marks. They burn into my flesh and spread through me. My back arches and each slap begs for another. It stings and tears start to well in my eyes- but I still want more. I know more is coming. So much more for me. He knows. I start to lose myself in it, feeling each slap as a thrust, as if he was fucking me. The slow rhythm of his punishment is my fuck and I take him, moaning and cursing the way he wants. Fuck yes, FUCK, oh God- again, yes again. FUCK. Damn it. Yes, oh yes. fuck yes. My eyes burn and and tears stream down my face. My mascara is burning my eyes and I can’t wipe away the tears. I know I am dirty. The stinging pain is constant and I don’t even notice when he has stopped. I am wanton and unashamed. Begging him. Please, have me. Please take me.

His mouth assaults my pussy and I almost scream out from the shock of it. He is not licking, he is eating. Sucking, lashing out on me. Biting. Like a animal and I am his prey and imagine him biting into my flesh, drinking my blood. His hands hold on to my ass, spreading me open for him. I feel his lips, his tongue, his teeth. He his face is buried in my cunt, and he is devouring me. I arch, I stretch, I am consumed. My moans are unstoppable. I am shaking and pushing. Gripping into the bed and pushing my cunt at him. Bitch in heat, comes to mind- I don’t care.

His tongue thrusts are endless and his mouth has covered me and he is stroking, licking, sucking, biting and thrusting at once. I can’t pinpoint any one sensation because I am consumed in it. My cunt is open flesh and he is enjoying every bite. My muscles are struggling to hold me, and I’m shaking. I want to lay down but I don’t dare ask for fear that he will stop. I’m so close.

So close.

His attack leaves me unable to take a deep breath and I am dizzy from the lack of oxygen, but I am burning, each gasp of air matches with the graze of his ruthless tongue against my clit. I feel like I’m melting, bleeding, raw and electric at the same time. He won’t stop until he has conquered. Devoured his prey and consumed me. I am calling out, begging him. Please, please don’t…don’t stop…

I can’t breathe and I’m dizzy. I can’t move and I feel like I am falling, floating, speeding through. He opens his mouth wide over me, his tongue blanketing over my cunt and sucking on my entire pussy. Pushing and shaking his tongue back and forth I am pushed over the edge. I feel it, feel my orgasm dripping from my cunt. Feel him swallowing me. I am almost bent backwards in half, pushing my cunt against his mouth, convulsing hard. Screaming. Draining me. Devouring me.

He is crazed and cannot stop himself. I am writhing, hurting- and he continues until I fall- collapse and crawl away. Soaked, sweating, sore. No more. Please. No more. He lets me go for the moment, but I have learned- he always comes back for more.

Always.

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