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Authors: Sarah Michelle Lynch
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commands. His body was my temple, his heart my prison, his love my comfort. I was so deeply in love with him that I would have done anything he asked me to.
“ No,” I told the Initiate, “we can't.”
Instead, I mutilated my flesh viciously, using the head of the riding crop, bringing myself to fruition violently and with vigour. He watched and admired it all, though desperate to join in. He squeezed his eyes shut and juddered, and sensing his seed was about to spring forth through no touch of either his or my own, I made myself cum alongside him. I threw my head back, felt my face scrunch up, moaning, “Oh, uh, yes, oh,” into the silence with him.
His cry was deep and guttural, from deep down, while mine was high-pitch and shrill. Even when the orgasm took me, I continued, battling it out of me as hard as I could, so that as my body sank against his, my stream steadily spread across his chest and belly. I fell down upon him, my buttocks on his chest, my stomach pounding with breathlessness at his ear. He turned toward me, kissing my thigh while he had chance, and I was powerless to argue against him.
“I love you,” he told me again, and again I knew he neither understood nor accepted the gravity and expanse of real, unsought love.
I went to the bathroom to collect some tissue to mop both myself and him. Once dry, I knelt above him, applied the gel, placed the shaver between his teeth. I manoeuvred my groin before him. He watched eagerly, painfully, seeing himself make bare what he considered the most glorious entry he had ever laid eyes on. He knew punishment would be dished out if he cut me.
I used a toe of his to make myself cum next and I saw as another splash of thick, useless jizz streamed out of him. I then hovered above him and let him watch as I placed a dildo inside myself, using it slowly and meticulously. I described exactly what I was doing all the way throughout; how to increase and extend pleasure, what it felt like, and how much more I preferred a real member deep inside myself. He shook in his shackles, desperate to escape, and I felt mildly guilty.
I broke free of the corset, and naked, lay myself upon him. I writhed up and down his body, sliding against his sperm, and made him cum again, with simply my body rubbing wildly against his. When it was all over, he was pliant and sombre. He never once penetrated me. I warned him that women were much more sexual than men and that if his wife or girlfriend did not know it yet, then he could teach her that. That he need not seek paid company to get his thrills. He need only be more willing and attentive to the woman he claimed to love. He told me the money was in his wallet. I released him from his bonds and he went to the shower. I ensured, as ever, that I made myself scarce before he re-emerged.
The Day Everything Changed
Flo arrives at my house for morning coffee and we go over plans for our holiday. We're escaping just as the book is being published. I do not want to be in the country when he reads it. I am hoping he will read it. I feel it is the only way he will ever understand why I left.
You see, my lover and I had been together for less than a year when I miscarried a child. We decided to make a life together when we found out that I was pregnant, but for some reason, things went back to the way they were before the miscarriage. In fact, I tell a lie, things went sour after I miscarried. I became depressed and had to take anti-depressants. I refused to see a counsellor. I was in denial about a lot of things.
In therapy, I had a lot to face.
“Are you ever going to tell me why you won't get in touch with him?” Flo asks.
She is looking at a brochure a nd avoiding my eyes. She breezes that question across the table as if it were everyday conversation! We both know it is really the reason why I ran, why I am still running, and why I am in agony every day I spend without Him.
“ You can't shit a shitter, as they say,” she
“ No,” I told the Initiate, “we can't.”
Instead, I mutilated my flesh viciously, using the head of the riding crop, bringing myself to fruition violently and with vigour. He watched and admired it all, though desperate to join in. He squeezed his eyes shut and juddered, and sensing his seed was about to spring forth through no touch of either his or my own, I made myself cum alongside him. I threw my head back, felt my face scrunch up, moaning, “Oh, uh, yes, oh,” into the silence with him.
His cry was deep and guttural, from deep down, while mine was high-pitch and shrill. Even when the orgasm took me, I continued, battling it out of me as hard as I could, so that as my body sank against his, my stream steadily spread across his chest and belly. I fell down upon him, my buttocks on his chest, my stomach pounding with breathlessness at his ear. He turned toward me, kissing my thigh while he had chance, and I was powerless to argue against him.
“I love you,” he told me again, and again I knew he neither understood nor accepted the gravity and expanse of real, unsought love.
I went to the bathroom to collect some tissue to mop both myself and him. Once dry, I knelt above him, applied the gel, placed the shaver between his teeth. I manoeuvred my groin before him. He watched eagerly, painfully, seeing himself make bare what he considered the most glorious entry he had ever laid eyes on. He knew punishment would be dished out if he cut me.
I used a toe of his to make myself cum next and I saw as another splash of thick, useless jizz streamed out of him. I then hovered above him and let him watch as I placed a dildo inside myself, using it slowly and meticulously. I described exactly what I was doing all the way throughout; how to increase and extend pleasure, what it felt like, and how much more I preferred a real member deep inside myself. He shook in his shackles, desperate to escape, and I felt mildly guilty.
I broke free of the corset, and naked, lay myself upon him. I writhed up and down his body, sliding against his sperm, and made him cum again, with simply my body rubbing wildly against his. When it was all over, he was pliant and sombre. He never once penetrated me. I warned him that women were much more sexual than men and that if his wife or girlfriend did not know it yet, then he could teach her that. That he need not seek paid company to get his thrills. He need only be more willing and attentive to the woman he claimed to love. He told me the money was in his wallet. I released him from his bonds and he went to the shower. I ensured, as ever, that I made myself scarce before he re-emerged.
The Day Everything Changed
Flo arrives at my house for morning coffee and we go over plans for our holiday. We're escaping just as the book is being published. I do not want to be in the country when he reads it. I am hoping he will read it. I feel it is the only way he will ever understand why I left.
You see, my lover and I had been together for less than a year when I miscarried a child. We decided to make a life together when we found out that I was pregnant, but for some reason, things went back to the way they were before the miscarriage. In fact, I tell a lie, things went sour after I miscarried. I became depressed and had to take anti-depressants. I refused to see a counsellor. I was in denial about a lot of things.
In therapy, I had a lot to face.
“Are you ever going to tell me why you won't get in touch with him?” Flo asks.
She is looking at a brochure a nd avoiding my eyes. She breezes that question across the table as if it were everyday conversation! We both know it is really the reason why I ran, why I am still running, and why I am in agony every day I spend without Him.
“ You can't shit a shitter, as they say,” she
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