Sometimes, like at the moment in which I am writing this piece, I sense a primal feeling boiling within my soul that is just dying to get out. It is in these moments that when I am with you, I remove the restrictor plate from my engine and unleash the utmost power within me.
Me — a man at the very prime of my passion, skill, knowledge, and strength.
I push my gauge to the limit, and when it I reach it, I find a way to move past. Boiling inside, it is as if pistons are firing so hot that I am redlining, all with the ambition that I will be breaking you down. On fire and then I push past again.
In these moments, you are broken. Ruined. Crushed.
Yet here I am, still pushing you harder.
It is at this moment that the notion of ‘brutal rough sex’ begins to get cloudy for you and somehow makes to think it is vanilla. When ‘hard anal’ seems similar to soft-music, Cable TV porn. Because what I am doing to you is just does not have a category on Pornhub.
That’s where I am right now, as I click – be glad you are not within my grasp.
I want to smack your pussy at full force until it stings my hand, and call you a “whore” as I do it. Squeeze your neck until you grab my wrists in fear, looking almost akin to an erotic plead for your safety. Pounding your pussy so angrily that as you feel the head of my dick reaching an end within you, and I see in your face a tinge of pain blended in pleasure, yet for some reason, I see the happy eyes beneath the watery ones.
Smack – across your tits. Smack – across your ass. Smack – across your pussy.
Hemoglobin on alert as red marks are left everywhere; marks that will soon become purple and blue, then eventually be left behind as delicious memories as you stand in the shower and yellowness of melanin tells you “Daddy was here”.
I want you remembering me days from now. My hands should need aftercare for what I am going to do to you. But for now? Now, at the moment, they just sting a numbing sting.
Tears running down as sexy as they have ever been, mixed with your ambition and mascara running down your face. Slobber and saliva in streams sopping down your neck to your red marked tits.
Orgasms, one after another after another after another and they are flooding over you like a tsunami is reaching the beach. Forced upon you, relentlessly, over and over and over and over and over. Wiped out as I squeeze the air from your reddened face and watching you shake from your orgasm with very little air inside you.
“You fucking whore”, I somehow blurt in angry adoration.
Sub drop is around the corner but right now you are floating in happiness, not having to think about anything as the chemicals rush through your body like I hooked you up to an IV of endorphins and injecting it with far too much dopamine that is healthy for you.
At this moment, My Love — this is when I put your beautiful head on me, pet you, and reassure you that I am here for you.
I always was. The whole fuckin’ time Mr. Softie was here guiding you.
That I am so grateful for the sacrifice you made.
That you are…
Thank you, Kitten. Just…thank you doll.