Fuck Start Your Dirty Mind

Pain and pleasure, a language without words, understood through carefully orchestrated hands that move along your body with a surgeon's precision with the utmost bad intentions. If your body is a temple, holy ground hand carved by God himself, I covet to desecrate your divine feminine with my teeth gnawing at your body like a starving wolf leaving tokens of my lust across your body, my hands given to me by God to build, I want to use to destroy your sense of reservation by pulling your hair to remind you that in this moment, you belong to me. With these hands I want to strangle every last gasp of ecstasy, music to my ears as I stave off the consequence of listening to such auditory bliss. Your eyes, beautiful and perfect also deceitful and telling for the eyes always give away a woman's thoughts. If a woman's eyes is a mirror to her soul, nothing would bring me more joy then setting your soul on fire, as I fuck you hard only broken by intermittent moments of sweetness, a relief I give you because I want this to last. I want to look you in your eyes when such sweetness dissipates as I tighten my grip around your neck to remind you that you are my whore, the sole victim of my barbarism by fucking you relentlessly as I stab at your vagina with the violent brutality of my sexual appetite. I want to see your sense of relief return, a cautious fear, as I tantalize your neck as I wrote cursive letters along your throat with my tongue and bite at your jugular with my teeth. I bite down hard, stinging you, for pain always reminds us that we are alive but pain is momentary after I replace it with sensuous kisses to remind you there is a silver lining in everything I do. I'll let you ride me for awhile, I want to watch you ride me like a cowgirl riding her last rodeo, nothing would bring me more pleasure as you return the favor by biting at me as you see fit, my only request is that you gnaw on my knuckles, each one a buffet of sensory pleasure. I want to watch you suck each one like a phallus and as if your life depended on it because it just very might well. By now the pressure has built up and I can't hold it anymore but I won't explode until I make you pay for being so goddamn sexy. I flip you on to your stomach and push both of your knees together and above a pillow under your stomach so it pushes your ass into the air, I want to see your moist wet vagina, testament to my good work right before I shove my cock inside without warning. I bear down on you like lightning and remind you that you have no power here by choking you by sliding my forearm under your neck, letting you breath just enough to keep you conscious and so you know you are getting fucked five ways from Monday. I pull out just in time and I force your head down on my cock, if gasping is music to my ears, hearing you gag is a genre in its own. I want to feel your lips grip my penis and feel your tongue wrap around my cock. I explode in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat, testament to your good work. After that I kick you out and watch Netflix by myself.