I dream of doing something to you—I do not yet know what—so that you scream in raw, unadulterated pain as I come deep inside you.
To slide within your body while bathing in your anxious apprehension for the moment of my climax and as I near the threshold of no return, when I cannot hold back any longer, to do that elusive thing that will have you throw back your head and scream in agony.
To feel the ripples of pain reverberate throughout your body as it involuntarily clutches me, the invader, while you at the same time feel my cock pulsing within you, filling you with my seed. To collapse on top of you and savagely bite the first piece of sensitive flesh that falls into my mouth while you are still whimpering in distress…
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Limp and sated, I welcome you within myself
I feel the joyful abandon of your hard pounding
As we rise together, throbbing, striving, writhing
Speaking passions sounds and words
Like a sudden wind, you bring the pain,
Knowing you will make me take just that little bit more
Of you…of your thrust…of your hold
Never allowing me to escape your savage embrace
With vicious victory mark me yours inside
Sweetly holding my sobbing, agonized self
In my shuddering exhaustion, joy and pain
I offer my submission to you
I am graced with your ferocious, violent bite
Marking me yours outside in acceptance
You delight in the offering of my fresh tearful distress
I know that you are not sated
I am glad…accept my surrender…again
Whimpers should always accompany bites. They are a delicious prelude to a scream. An appetizer before surrender.
And surrender is a succulent entrée before a quiet dessert of sighs on a bed of after-shocks.