Look into my eyes. Does what you see there scare you? It should, because I’m going to turn you into something you never dared to dream about, I’m going to make you say things you’ve never heard yourself or anyone say aloud and I’m going to make an animal of you. You’re going to be scared for me because I’m allowing you to lose control, all the things that you know to be right and wrong, don’t exist now. Your primal animalistic urge is going to take over your being and abuse your moral decency codes as well as every part of me.
Can you see how badly I need this? It’s like I need it to survive and that realisation scares me also.
I won’t paint a delicate detailed picture of our surroundings because soon we wont see them, we won’t even see each other we’ll be blind to everything that we knew before now and everything that makes sense to us won’t exist. It’s getting dark and though the day was warm, there’s a chill in the air now. We’re outside and there are no people around for mile and miles.
Are clothes are discarded at our feet and we haven’t touched each other yet, we are afraid to.
We make silent promises to one another, promises that we can’t define.
Our fingers are trembling as we reach for each other we touch each other’s faces gently as if to check that we are real, out lips press themselves together gently without our permission they betray us before the tenderness ‘the dictionary definition kind’ is lost and replaced with something
else.
Your hand grabs my hair tight and you throw me to the floor, my knees are instantly sore from the scattering of twigs that is my landing. I look up at you wantonly excitedly. You still have my hair as you manipulate my head as if to show me that you have the control, as though you are playing with the buttons of something forbidden to you as a child. My eyes, my open mouth and the hot breaths that waste themselves, show you how wild I feel, how badly I need you, and how much I want you to need me like you needed no other.
“Please”
I whisper and I don’t know what I’m begging for, you don’t know either and fuck fuck fuck you’re just going to have to keep trying until the begging stops, you need to make this begging stop because eventually it will drive you crazy, make it stop, whatever it takes. Your fingers are first to act, they thrust into my open mouth, they want to violate me but I suck them willingly, hungrily.
You’re enjoying the sensation because immediately it causes you to imagine what my mouth will feel like on your needy cock.
“You don’t need to wait”
I say reading your mind. You pull me towards your nakedness and force your cock into my mouth. “It’s okay” my eyes say as you clutch my head and ram the pair of us together, forcing yourself deep into my throat and causing me to gag around you. You like the fact that though I’m gagging around you, my eyes still ask you for more and will continue to do so until… until I get what I need.
“Fuck my throat”
I would tell you if I could, if my mouth wasn’t full of you. My hands they grasp you from behind, pull you closer than you can get. You lose control and you fuck my throat so hard that I have tears
streaming down my face from all the gagging that I’m doing. Don’t stop though! Please don’t stop until you’ve given me what I need. You roar loudly like an animal as you thrust harder and harder carelessly before explode inside me, coating my throat with your delicious cum. You look down at me and I look to you to like I’m your fuck doll, your plaything, but you want to break me, your destructive nature the one that your mother used to complain about when you were a child is back and it’s welcome by me, I want you to break me and then fix me afterwards.
You want me on all fours now and I feel like an animal like this, my head falls to one side and I close my eyes as you watch me and decide what’s next for us. Your fingers spread my ass and thrust into the tightness that wants you. I cry out with both my pleasure and discomfort, it doesn’t
matter to you what I’m crying out for because you recognise the neediness in my tone and it just encourages you, not that you need encouraging.
“Fuck yesssssssssss”
then a continual noise one that wants to be heard by anyone that will listen reveals itself and so much more. You have fingers in my pussy now too and you thrust them harder and harder your strength unleashed, your speed edging it’s way above the invisible line on your speedometer. Your fingers they seek and they seek until they find what they’re after and my orgasm rushes over me, out of me and over you. I look around and silently thank you, manners never cost a thing.
“I want you to go for a little walk in that direction”
you say to me and though I am puzzled the only question I have is
“Can I get dressed?”
you nod and I quickly put my skirt, top and flip flops on, my knickers are snatched away by you.