Ragdoll whore
I can’t stand this feeling. The anxiety that crawls with a thousand fingers up my spine and spreads over my chest. It pulls my breasts in and weighs on my heart. Gripping and twisting it. I need to retaliate, fight back. Break down.
Come here to me, run. Pushing me down. Forcing it upon me so I can fight you. I will fight you. Fight you hard with all I have and every intention of angering you. I need this. Need this tension release and physical contact. Need to feel in control, and out of control in the same shallow breaths. My demands are simple and explicit.
Fuck me.
Fuck me like you’re never going to see me again.
Your cock pushing into my cunt, your knees open, pushing my legs apart. Laying on my body, weighing down on me as I thrash beneath you. Holding me down with a handful of my hair tangled in your fingers. Thrusting hard, harder. Faster. Cursing at me with each thrust. And while I struggle and bite at your shoulder that presses down into my chin, my nails dig into your back, pulling you in. closer. more.
I can’t fight anymore. I am intoxicated by you, addicted. Craving my dirty fix.
Rolling on to your back- moving me on top of you. I spread my legs wide, knees bent, and fucking you so hard. Leaning back and digging my hips into you. Raising my self up and slamming down on your cock. Each thrust, releasing the demons inside me. Releasing the anger and frustration- the long days, the lonely nights. Rage, anger, fear. Take it all from me.
Our bodies bruising while we crash together. My body filling with sex. Tingling heat burning through me- meeting in the center. I can’t wait any longer. I need to be taken. Now.
fucking NOW.
Throwing me off of you, you climb over me. Pushing your cock into my cunt, pulling my ass in the air. Your hands holding my face down into the bed. Fucking whore. Yes, fuck yes. Your cock- rigid and demanding, forcing your way into my body. Invading my energy. Replacing the crawling tension with searing hot sex. I am unrelenting, insatiable. Impatient. Lost in myself- unaware or unconcerned with you or your needs. I am just here to fill my own. I push back against you. The slapping of our bodies, mixing in with the grunts, the cursing. The drumming sounds of my heart beating out of control, waiting to stop.
Fucking whore. I hear you calling to me. You god damn fucking whore. I feel your hand on my ass, pushing a finger into me. Invading me further. Conquering my entire body. The fires converge deep inside of me. My sex is all that exists and my orgasm becomes my entire being. My skin feels as if it’s separate from my body- and I lose myself. I feel rush of wetness pouring from my pussy. Soaking you. My body is thrashing wildly and I’m calling out- begging you. Please, don’t stop. Don’t ever fucking stop. Ever.
It feels like forever. My orgasm is eternal and lasts moments after you pull your cock from me and turn me onto my back. Moving up over my body, you jerk off into my face. Treating me like the dirty rag doll slut I have proven myself to be. Pushing your cock into my mouth and shooting your cum into my throat, and then pulling out and letting it drip on to my chin, my neck before pushing your cock back into my mouth to take the rest of your creamy load of cum. I suck down every drop of your cream, feeling energized, refreshed and so alive.
(~d looks around with a bit of guilty pleasure! This is exactly (up my alley!) and I do so love your writing! Somehow it seems that the sun shouldnt still be out…hmmm!)
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That feels like broken hearted anger to me. The kind of sex I need when I’m hurting emotionally and know I’m with a man who is bad for me but I want him anyway, trying to end it, yet craving him…
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that is exactly who Z is. Bad for me, but I want him anyway.