12 October 2005

Stream of Sexual Consciousness: Day Three


She: The pain I've caused inflames you and you throw me onto by stomach, cup your hand and spank my ass. I arch my back, grope for my pussy, and start massaging my clit as you continue spanking. The line between pleasure and pain has dissolved. As I push my ass up, you grab my hips and ram your lead-hard cock into my dripping pussy. 'Fuck me, spank me,’ I moan... and you oblige. With each thrust, I can feel your cock growing inside me. How is this possible? It already fills me up and it hurts. But instead of pulling away, I bear into your pelvis with more force...

He: I like the husky tone of your voice when you command: 'Fuck me.' You really mean it. You are on the edge of anger because the emotions are so raw. 'Fuck me!' And, it becomes a dare. Can I fuck your pussy until the words go away for a moment? Can I fuck you until you shudder with a cum-drenched pussy and roll into a naked ball of tingling flesh?

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