“The conversation of kisses. Subtle, engrossing, fearless and transforming.” – Alice Munro, Runaway.
grab
So maybe
maybe
I have a teensy tiny fixation.
He likes fucking me like this
folding me up all tiny
and making me feel helpless and small.
When I was a little girl, I was scared of being left out because I was scared of being forgotten.
Apparently, that stuck.
Camille Damage by Cameron Davis
Purple diary preview
We were in his bed and I was sucking Sir’s cock.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked.
I nodded and moaned around his length. His fingers were laced into my hair and, with a quick tug, he pulled my mouth off of him. He took his cock into his hand and went to move me, but hesitated. With a grin, he shoved his cock back into my mouth.
“Nevermind,” he explained, “I like the way you suck my cock too much. You’re going to do it some more.”
Being a Brave Girl, Part Three
Sir returned and pulled me up to my feet, bringing me over to the bed. He kissed me and had me lie down while he took out a neatly coiled length of rope. "I thought all the rope was at my place,“ I pouted when he pushed my legs back, essentially folding me up. He pulled my arms around my legs and tied my hands together, forcing me to hold the position.
"Well, I saved some,” he chuckled and kissed me softly.
Taking me by the hair, he turned my head and buried my face in his cock. I accepted it eagerly, sucking him until he was hard enough to fuck me.
It’s kind of crazy how much you can miss someone’s cock. In your mouth, inside of you. But I’d been masturbating for the past month and literally missing the way it felt.
We fucked hungrily. I kept kissing him. I wanted so badly to touch his face and I needed so desperately to get him closer. And, yeah, all the denial had made me pretty needy.
When I had to cum, I started begging.
“Oh yeah?” He teased, “you need to cum?”
“Uh huh,” I exclaimed, “please?”
Without any warning, he pulled out and stepped back from me, smirking. I practically shrieked, squirming in my bonds and kicking my feet. Of course he wasn’t going to make this easy.
Sir said by this time next week, my nipples will be sore, my cunt will be sore, my asshole will be stretched and my ass will be marked.
I made him promise.
He knows that defiance is just the most honest, most precious manifestation of fear.
He held so firmly onto my hair while he was fucking me that, when he finished, the imprint of his grip was actually in my hair.
I haven’t gotten a really thorough inspection in quite a while.