15th June 2011
I want to be fucked. I want cock and hands and fingers and tongue. I want my clothes to be ripped from my body in His urgency to get at me. I want to be kissed until my lips are bruised and sore and I am gasping for breath. I want to be bitten, bruises, beaten and battered until I am weak and the fight in me has been turned to submission.
I want hands on my flesh, touching, caressing, twisting, probing, spanking and marking. I want to fight back, push Him away, growl at him, and make him MAKE me give in. I want to swear and snarl and kick and scratch. I want to be held down and taken like the filthy little whore that I am.
I want to dribble and cry and beg and plead. I want the juices to flow from body down my thighs, over his fingers and hands drenching both us with them. I want to feel His cock buried in me, my wetness coating him, running down his cock and onto his balls where I can lick it off after he has finished with me.
I want His cum on my face, my lips and my tits. I want it to fill my cunt until I can take no more and then I want to feel it running down my thighs as I suck Him clean afterwards. I want to be dirty, and dirtied, used and abused until I am broken and exhausted.
I want to ache; I want to get to the place where I can take no more. I want to KNOW that I have been used in the way I was meant to be. I want rope marks on my wrist, belt marks on my arse, bite marks on my shoulders and cum marks on my face.
I want to lie in my bed with my pussy throbbing and aching from use. I want every muscle in my body to be screaming at me, STOP! I want to be left shaking and shivering and twitching, crying and sobbing at the pure relief and release of finally being broken again.
I want it all, so very badly that at times I have even thought about finding it elsewhere. Could any cock do that for me, could any man make me feel like that, could it bring the peace that I so long for? In a former life the answer would have been without a moment’s hesitation, YES! But now things are different, now I know, however much I crave a cock, none is going to be able to give me what I want. They may scratch the itch just for a fleeting moment, but what happens when you scratch an itch, they just get itchier, or so I have found. Finding a cock is not going to make me feel better, however much my body is telling me something different, I know the difference between a few lost moments of fucking and that deep-seated satisfaction that HIS touch brings me.
So I shall carry on, doing what it is I have done for the last year or so and wait. I shall continue to practice perseverance; I shall deny myself a few moments of fleeting pleasure in the hope that one day soon I will be rewarded with total, day after day, moment after moment pleasure, in the right man’s arms.
Ps…It is Wednesday again and so you know what that mean…and this weeks writing prompt was #practice