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Against Nature pt 2
“A little—Sir”
I know I must be a little
My body would betray me even if my mind had not caught up
Feeling fingers pressed against my opening
“I think it's time,” He said
What is it time for? My mind playing on so many scenarios
Then I saw it
My eyes widen as if the sight of the object started my climb
I was relaxed, hot, and aroused
Responding to it like Pavlov’s dog
“I’ve seen you use this but once. I am an amateur. You may get hurt”
A sound escaped. The right sound this time a moan
Slowly gliding it up my thigh to the seam and sliced through the sheer fabric
In my mind, I have made it to the door
He holds the key and as he shreds the fabric the key starts to unlock
“So, this is it? This is your turn-on?”
The higher the point rose the increase in pressure I felt
I whimper and moans wanting to speak.
“Speak” he commanded
“Please, please” Is that me begging?
Building
Pressure
Throbbing
Pressure
Aching to the point of pain
Pressure
The point stopped at the apex of my collar bone and as he lifted it from my skin
“Cum” echo’s in my mind
The door opened and wave after wave flowed out
Body arched and wet from perspiration
“Beautiful” I hear without knowing who said
Slipping into a space, I have only visited once
A long time ago
Subspace
TBC……
I know I must be a little
My body would betray me even if my mind had not caught up
Feeling fingers pressed against my opening
“I think it's time,” He said
What is it time for? My mind playing on so many scenarios
Then I saw it
My eyes widen as if the sight of the object started my climb
I was relaxed, hot, and aroused
Responding to it like Pavlov’s dog
“I’ve seen you use this but once. I am an amateur. You may get hurt”
A sound escaped. The right sound this time a moan
Slowly gliding it up my thigh to the seam and sliced through the sheer fabric
In my mind, I have made it to the door
He holds the key and as he shreds the fabric the key starts to unlock
“So, this is it? This is your turn-on?”
The higher the point rose the increase in pressure I felt
I whimper and moans wanting to speak.
“Speak” he commanded
“Please, please” Is that me begging?
Building
Pressure
Throbbing
Pressure
Aching to the point of pain
Pressure
The point stopped at the apex of my collar bone and as he lifted it from my skin
“Cum” echo’s in my mind
The door opened and wave after wave flowed out
Body arched and wet from perspiration
“Beautiful” I hear without knowing who said
Slipping into a space, I have only visited once
A long time ago
Subspace
TBC……
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