Broken and bound...

All such a blur now, afterwards, as always, the echoes of memories remain though, of hot breaths close to my ear, the spine tingles as he tiptoe walks his long nails over my flesh, flesh bound tightly with beautifully worked rope, rope so red to contrast my pale skin. The knots that hold the frame together marking me like bullet points I can feel right to my centre.

But we worked our way to that. Before came the innocence, there has to be innocence to be corrupted, violated. And violate me he did, thoroughly and repeatedly so I’m still feeling it now a whole day later. The new sleepset started it off, my flesh coated in apple green satin with cream lace edging. The little strappy vest clinging and hard nipples erect and showing through. And the fluted shorts that made a feature of my plump rear, round and ripe and ready to be enjoyed.

The epitome of innocence, laid on my front on the bed, legs up crossed and swinging to and fro, reading and clutching teddy tightly for comfort and warmth.

I hear the sharp intake of his breath when he enters the room, his murmurs of approval as his hands roam over me, feeling the tactile sensations of satin against hot flesh then smooth skin of my legs, barely noticeable tiny movements, the slight opening of my legs in case his hands should want to wander further between. Then sitting astride my bottom, feeling his heat and excitement rising, laying down atop me, strong arms and hands pinning my wrists down in front of me and legs tangled against my ankles, restraining me oh so easily. Bearing down into the backs of my knees making me yelp out. A growl suddenly close to my ear...

‘You stole those sweeties from my drawer didn’t you...’

‘mews’

‘I know that you did it, you naughty little girl and you’re going to be punished; punished til you’re good and sorry!’

My heart hammers in my ribcage, stomach doing flips. He drags me up my the waist, hands falling oh so comfortably against my hips as I go onto all fours for him. One hand around my hair, dragging my head backwards, upwards, a sign of possession. The other peeling down& removing those satin shorts, by now saturated and the intense arousal I am feeling becoming visually apparent, more than in a long time.

The fucking is brutal, intense.

He lays back afterwards. I’ve a sore throat from the yelping, gasping for air, the dizzying flashes and spots behind my eyes where the sensation is overwhelming, too much for vision to remain.

But it isn’t over, oh no.

‘You’re not finished yet.’

Head grabbed roughly by my hair again. Head forced down to clean him. Sucking with my already dry mouth I work to satisfy like a good girl. I’m out of breath and trying to rasp for air when I can around him. Then the killer line...

‘Did I mention I need to piss?’

My entire body jolts as reaction. I’m trying to back away but no, no. Hand clamped on the back of my head keeping me to my duty. I start crying now, some part of me knowing this is just going to make him even more excited, the sound of me sobbing, the tears falling, the gulps in the back of my throat like little caresses to the tip of his cock as he thrusts against them inviting more panicked drags of air around him as he fills my mouth. Fucking my mouth harshly, laughing cruelly, never letting up.

His cock tenses and I feel cold fear, not of the acrid burning taste but also the mess, not ready for this, it’s the wrong place! How can he do this... but that is part of him, never predictable, always ready to do the unbelievable, the shocking, things you would never even dream, pushing you to your limits and far beyond them but all with the utmost care, kindness and beautiful compassion even as he makes you scream and surrender your life and do things you’ve never done for anyone before.

The moment freezes and it is only when I let go of everything, time, reality, hope, dignity, when I actually surrender and resign myself – he unloads himself down my throat, cock jerking and twitching violently... it’s just cum, just cum! The relief is so great and there I am tear streaked face, sniffly nose, audible ragged sobs both for air and the confusion and in the middle of this kaleidoscope – so glad to be gulping down his copious amounts, drinking him and devouring.

Finally it subsides and I’m pulled up to him to have my vest removed and to lay in his arms. 

‘SO what are you?’

‘naughty. And sorry too ... ‘ 

~sobs~

He comforts and caresses, shushes my upset and kisses the tears off my face, so gently, you would not believe it was the same brutal lover that had fucked me physically and mentally just moments before. It’s all part of it, it’s a beautiful connection.

He feels my stresses.

‘fetch the rope, it’s bedtime’

My heart leaps, this is a treat for special occasions. I bring the long length red rope, in my teeth, of course. He playfully gags me with it for a moment, teasingly, before taking it and finding its centre to begin the shibari harness around my arms and breasts, before finally tethering me to the bed next to him for the night, breasts tight around tight, making them so hard and full, the nipples at maximum sensitivity to touch whether the sheets, curling up to him, or as he flicks and teases them whenever he wishes with nails or teeth.

I sit up as he ties me and he is behind me. He pulls the rope through the intricacies of the loops and knots slowly, the sensation of it pulling the lengths against my skin acting as total therapy, feeling blissed out, contented. The act of being bound like this makes me so relaxed I am sleepy, sleepy as a kitten, his kitten for him to tie to the bed beside him and pet or abuse as he wishes.

We lay down for sleep. But I know for certain he isn’t done with me yet... and sure enough it isn’t long before the nipple teasing from him curled up behind me turns into spreading my legs and entering me once more, to give me another serving of him flooding me.

Petted and stroked to sleep I felt utterly content - but wasn’t aware that there would be even more before morning came...

Welcome Home

He is lounging on the sofa when I arrive. Dozing after his busy activities. It’s evening and he is alone there.

Creeping in, careful to not make a sound, I tip toe up, bare feet on the carpet aiding the stealthy motion.

He is looking more beautiful than ever, for the separation. I miss him so terribly when we are apart, physically absent but the memories of him, his body, his scent, his taste... linger like a searing burn scorching my heart... and other places.

I’ve been wet for you all weekend, aching, tingling. Needing you.

I kneel down on the floor next to you, resting my face on my hands near yours. The first feel of you again is your breath on my face. I want to taste your lips again, oh, so much. Run my tongue over them and delve between them as they gently part, giving permission for me to explore you further while my teeth gently play over, nibbling, teasing, daring to ravage as much from you before you snarl back with that passion of yours...

Your breath plays out calmly against my face in the tranquil room. I sigh silently, in response.

I want to wake you with the best welcome I can. Expert yet eager finger tips reach out for the fastenings and carefully unhook and unbuckle your belt, before slipping the button free and so slowly, quietly easing down the zip. I can feel the heat radiating already, on my fingers, from you there. One of the many things I love about you, always ready. Even asleep.

Gently I peel down the waistband of your underwear just enough to slip my fingers inside, and ensure you’re positioned just right. I move over so I am closer to you there, and lower my mouth so my lips touch you through the material... I feel your slowly unfurling hardness, the warmth, the familiar gorgeous presence I have missed for so long, a seeming age.

Rub my face against you, internally moaning with how good you feel, how good it is to be back with you again.

My fingertips move the waistband down, peeling it over to expose you to me. My lips press a kiss to your collar that is presented to me, raw and pink and delicious looking. You leave a salty tasting feel upon my lips. I lick them and relish the reminder of what is hopefully to come. My tongue flickers out and lightly caresses you there, that sensitive spot, then tenderly probes further round. Lips come in to close around you... and eventually I take the head of you into my mouth in a full French kiss effect.

The suction on you there makes you shudder softly and I know you are becoming aware... not yet fully realising that I have returned, yet the familiar sensation is one of comfort, reassurance, something good. It is enough to keep you from jolting, and good enough to make even your sub conscious desire for it to continue.

Fingers reach in to lift all of you out, exposing your now full balls. I pull the material down completely, underwear and trousers, gently as possible, so I can view my sustenance that I have been craving so hard.

I can’t hold back any longer... climbing atop you so I’m nestled between your legs, I prise you up so I can get you in my mouth properly... tasting and teasing, sucking and devouring fully like a good girl. Then suddenly a hand grasping my hair firmly... and...

‘So. You’re back then...’

My eyes instantly swivel upwards and meet your beautifully cruel, dark ones. You surge in my mouth, a pulsing that is the pure essence of passion, of life, of sexuality, sensuality and every single nuance of all that is good in between.

I know in that moment that you are going to consume me entirely tonight. I’m scared and excited in equal measures, just as it should be. You don’t even know *what* you do to me with that look. You don’t even know you *are* doing it.

My tongue and teeth and lips are moving over you so swiftly but covering you so completely and with finesse, it isn’t long before your ardour is worked up to the peak... your hand moves from holding me by the hair to sit part way up, grip me under the arms and haul me upright...

‘I need to fuck you... now...’

I’m pulled up your body with no more resistance and difficulty than a rag doll, my summer dress about my hips and freshly smooth pussy ready –so ready- to welcome you home.

Sitting atop you my hands resting on your shoulders, feeling your head pressed insistently at my entrance that is slick with the wanton lust for you. The sensation as you slowly ease inside, holding at just the tip to tease and enjoy the moment for as long as possible. Keeping my hips raised as I lower my head to finally experience your lips once again, pressed lips to yours, as you taste and scent yourself on me, in my mouth, the carnal mixture jolting you and your hips thrust up trying to take me fully then and there... I dance our dance and raise my hips in harmony with you, smiling into the kiss, so teasing.

A low growl and you rape my mouth with your tongue, teeth nipping at my lips and hands moving from casually on my back to gripping me by my waist, you know how I love when you hold me by my waist, making me feel so tiny, so doll like as your hands encircle me almost completely there and move me where you wish me to be, controlling the speed and angles entirely, making me your toy.

You plunge into me fully then, growling into my ear how you need to fuck me, how good it feels, I’m naughty keeping you waiting... calling me all those names and telling me what I am until my squeaks turn to squeals and I’m dripping my need around your cock, my hips bucking and I’m struggling to thrash about on you wildly but you hold me steady, wherever you want me to be, controlling the journey.

I snake my arms around your back, to lie closer to you, flesh against flesh all the way down, a seamless meet. Your mouth draws in to close upon my neck, predator descending on his victim with a thrilling menace and unstoppable hunger.

Voraciously your teeth sink into me and your tongue forces against me through the vacuum, kissing and mauling as your hands move from my waist to maul my body, embed your long talons into my back and etch those red signature lines that I love to feel you carve into me. You moan then against my neck, breaking the seal to gasp some air and emit the audio from the sensation of me repeatedly drawing up, as far as you’ll let me, then sliding all the way down once again so you are inside me fully. Sitting on you hard and making every millimetre of you feel every single cushioning, caressing part of my internal embrace for you. Swallowing you up greedily then teasing with a break, just to tip again, before the full plunge.

My hands come up to tangle in your shimmering, glossy black hair and I hold you hard there, raising my face from laying on you and kissing you all over... licking your lips with my tongue, tasting every part of you, wanting to inhale some of your essence into me so I can carry you with me always.


The motion gets faster, moving surely to the orgasmic destination...


Suddenly you arch and I feel you filling me, I clench around you and our mouths meet again in a climactic frenzied embrace, breathless and hoarse gasps and guttral sounds between the tasting and devouring.


Too soon we come to calm once again, and I lie in your embrace, sated, loved, holding on to you, my rock. 


I will suck you clean soon and we will both once again want more, but that's another story...


For now I am happy you're finally back in my arms, and I lay with my head in your shoulder, against your neck, feeling your pulse and the rise and fall of your chest beneath me.


'I love you.'


'I love you more.'


'I love you most.'




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Self sacrifice

I slide to my knees, between your legs. You tear your eyes away from what you are doing to look down at me. My eyes are pleading with you, burning with need. Please. Please let me. Please may I feel you. Please may I taste you. Please?

Need to have your hot, pulsing length in my mouth, to take you there and swirl my tongue around you. I’d do anything to pleasure you this way. What will you make me do in order to have the privilege of tasting you there?

You already know I would do most anything for you. Take the challenge of setting me something... will you put me in pain for you? Make me suffer in frustration for so long? Make me beg, nakedly, on my knees, out loud, make me tell you what you are to me, how much I want you, what you do to me?

Grab me by the hair and drag me violently to where you want me. Roughly shove my mouth upon you and rape my throat with your thrusting cock – I so want it.

My clit aching, throbbing, screaming out to  be sated but at the same time loving that you leave it unattended, your pleasure coming first, all I can do is writhe and enjoy vicariously your sensual pleasure.

Give me all your sadistic evil, laugh at my suffering for you, my desire. Make me feel like the little girl i am in front of you, nothing, nothing but a naked little whore to be used and filled and fucked and abused.

Tie me tightly so the binding digs deep into my flesh and leaves those marks that last for days... bruise me and welt me. Slap me so the sting emblazons not only across flesh but across my mind, wiping it, some catharsis from your abuse.

Grip me by the neck as you steal my breath away, into you, suck out my life and take it for yourself. Squeeze harder as you look into my eyes, flitting between complete trust in you to those nuances of panic.... what if... too far... will he....

Can’t breathe, but trust you. Want your pleasure more than air.

Dig your nails deeply into my porcelain soft easily bruised flesh. Scratch me and make me wince then cry out for you. Feel that you can show me mercy, or make me bleed as you wish.

Make me hurt for you. Please. Make the hurt real, that I feel in my heart when you’re not touching me. I want you so much. Please just touch me, I don’t care if I have to hurt for it.

Please take my body and use it, enter me where you will, with what you will. Fuck me hard all night then again all day. Take me whenever, however you want.

Use me then toss me aside like a used disposable toy. Fling me down and uncaringly rape me like a fuck doll. Treat me as your personal whore.

My body is yours, take it.

Please, just let me touch you. Make me please you. Take me.

Whenever he wants

That's the lesson learned. Whenever he wants.


I never know when it will be. The first sign is just a look, that look. Piercing with those beautiful dark eyes, invading me even before the first touch. Thrills travelling directly and occupying territory that I know belongs to him.


He cups my chin in his hand, face a mesmerising combination of desire and menace, that addictive potion that fills the air with latent intent. 


He looks down upon where I am innocently sat... forcefully he grips my face as he descends upon me to steal the breath from my lungs, drawing it out of my body to merge with his. We kiss, deeply, fully, exploring each other like the first passionate embrace of a steamy and torrid affair.


Beside me then. Fingers snaking underneath my clothes to feel his hypnotic fingers dancing along my flesh, light trails then a defined grip around my waist. Pulling me around, our lips still together, to straddle his lap, where I can feel his need beneath me. I gasp and my arms move up to encircle his neck, moaning and writhing, kissing him so deeply, like I depend on his breath for my own life.


He knows he has me aroused. As he breaks away and his fingers move up to tease my breasts beneath my top, nonsensical words of need pour from me, stumbling over them as I blush and wriggle while his eyes flit over the reactions on my face and body, amused. Amused at me. The sense of frustration builds and meets with my lust, completing the sense of how urgently I want him inside me. 


I want him to want me, as much as I want him. 


My hands move down in a reciprocal tease... fingers desperately working to free him so I can pleasure him in some way.


But no... he moves away. Not yet, little girl.


He pulls me... where? I follow, blinded by the lust that fills my vision, deafened by the wanton growls resonating in my mind.


Up, someplace safe. There is a bed... he is stripping me - just down to the smallest scrap of material. He likes that. Pushing me down on the bed to swoop down over my body and devour me. My back, arching, mouth briefly sated with kisses until his moves to some other place on me that is screaming for attention.


My mind is in the place that feels magical, calm, aroused, hungry and able to be sated.


His mouth rests upon my small button of nerve ending and I cry out; but he merely laughs. Get up, slut.


Dragging me by the hair to where he finally does free himself, kneeling up on the bed, I am awkwardly placed, half up on elbows, struggling to balance, he likes my discomfort, I feel. It adds to his sadistic thrill.


I see his want, then. Just before he forces it all the way to the back of my throat. Fast shocking penetration of my mouth all the way to where I gag and splutter, to short, slow, entries... where he can feel every tightly suckling nuance of my lips as they travel down him, my tongue swirling round his head and my cheeks then throat embracing him, enveloping him tightly, warmly, wetly.


Enough, for now. Turn over, slut.


Clumsy movements, dizzy with sensations. Twisting to flip over and rest upon hands and knees, but his sharp talons gripping my fleshy hips force me to my elbows, legs spread and my want unashamedly there for him to view and take. 


His tongue lashes again, first. I am not thinking now... just feeling. This is the pinnacle of pleasure, the moment before he takes me, the moment before I am able to offer myself to him, for his enjoyment. The carnal and raw meeting, just a crazed lust that drives us to animalistic rutting and fucking, possessing each other entirely.


Then, I feel him. There at my entrance. Before he takes me, he teases by just resting there. I am mewling like a tortured kitten, begging him to fuck me. Fuck me now. Please. Please! Fuck me, it's all yours. All for you. 


I hear his stifled gasps of pleasure hearing this, that I know he loves. I'm all his, and he can have me whenever he wants, however he wants.


With one swift and violent motion he completely impales me. The pleasure in my mind takes a solid form before he deftly shatters it into a myriad of erotic sensation fragments, the frisson of energy sparking the electric jolt that wipes my mind entirely clear except for the pure, blissful feeling.


His hand, round my hair. Palm resting on my neck. Pushing me down... down. Face hard into the bed as he fucks me. Other hand between holding my hip and moving up to evilly pinch my nipples just so it makes me twist on his cock in the way he likes.


He penetrates me time and again. I know not how much time passes, it could never be long enough even if it were a whole day. I am greedy for him, greedy for more. 


Dragging me back up by the hair, still inside me but we are both just on knees now. His hand still has me in complete submission to his will and whims. His mouth, letting out growls and describing just what I am to him, right into my ear. Low, deep, filthy growls. All I can do is whimper, he has wiped my mind of coherent words and ability to articulate this. I could never describe what I feel in that moment. Nothing is ever even close to how it feels.


All I let out is the inadequate squeals of rapture and the need I can put into the few words I have left. Please. Please. Please. Fuck me. Harder. Harder. Oh god please, I want you...


I'm yours, for no other. It's all for you. I'm all for you.


He gasps at this - then suddenly explodes within me with a loud exclamation... filling me with him, making me clench and shudder and tremble and writhe... 


Eventually we quieten and he lays atop me. Kissing my neck, he slowly lets go of the vice grip he has around a wrist and my hair. 


I love you.


I love you too, what was that for?


A lesson for you. I can take you whenever I want.

Chocolate Love - Part Two

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Chocolate Love - Part One

He took me that night, to some fantastical chocolate place and I don’t mean from a Roald Dahl book. I love food and I love sex. Combine the two for the kinkiest, sexiest, most perverted sex. I adore it. Having admitted this fact to him, he obviously wanted to take full advantage. I love when he takes full advantage of me. Anyway. I’m not sure if we covered the After Eights occasion that happened a few months ago...?

They were left upon the side after an evening. Everyone had gone upstairs and we were left embracing on the sofa in the lounge. Talk turned to teasing turned to fondling... turned to glances by him to the After Eights and a really naughty twinkle in his eye... I gulped. He smiled wider. Pushing my head down to suck him (I love when he does that, hand either firmly in my hair or grasping my pony tail if I’ve made one and really shoving me down), he moaned contentedly as I took him into my mouth. Turning me round half way so I was in 69 position... sucking him, my pussy over his face. From where he was he could reach the table beside us...

Suddenly, I feel cold, smooth, SOMEthing entering me. Being pushed slowly into me. My lips being peeled apart, me still with his cock deep in my mouth, holding his base with one hand and devouring him, moaning at the intrusion of this alien object. Wait a minute... cool, smooth, but flat – entering sideways, like some disc being slotted into a drive – it’s an After Eight! One.. then two... then three... melting, I could feel them melting already. The one rammed up against my cervix feeling hot and sticky. He pulled me off his cock with an audible ‘pop’, and slipped out from under me. This left me on all fours on the sofa with him behind, hastily removing the rest of his clothing.

I so hoped I wasn’t going to leak melted minty chocolate all over the furniture.... No chance. His tip was pressing at my entrance, spreading me ready... then with a swift final draw back out, making sure the way is clear, plunging all the way into me so hard, so forcefully – my edible flat square chocolate contents were crushed in a crescendo of perverted sploshing goodness, my pussy filled with cock and half melted, half segmented chocolate and mint cream. The sinful taste of his actions made him cum heavily into me when he was ready, hips violently thrusting into me, leaving me nothing more than an abused rag doll for him to soil and violate.

You may think that’s the end of it – oh no. Not for him. There is always a surprise. Shoving my clothes underneath me (in case of spills), he pushes me down onto my knees on the floor next to the sofa... conveniently between his legs. I am presented with a chocolate and cum-coated cock just centimetres from my face. He doesn’t even need to say anything, just meets my eyes with an expectant and knowing firm look, when I raise my eyes from his cock to his face. I dare not waste any time... or anything else for that matter.

Hungrily I latch onto him with my mouth, taking in every droplet of minty chocolate goodness all intermingled with his cum, licking down his shaft and over his balls, cleaning thoroughly with my mouth like a good little girl. Carrying on even when he is glistening in clean skin tones again. Sucking harder, firmer, not just cleaning anymore. Feeling him harden completely again, pulsing in my mouth. Until he cums a fountain for a second time deep down my throat, his tip actually lodged in my tonsils so his cum jettisons down my neck and warms my stomach almost immediately.

So that was the After Eights episode. Fuck, I love chocolate. I’m hungry again already. 

Christmas Time at The Manor

I hope everyone had a fantastic Christmas and you all got the lovely presents you deserve!


We had a full house at Christmas here at the Manor, what with Mike coming up on Thursday to help me with shopping, and staying til yesterday (Boxing Day). Other guests were here too, it was a full 13 (appropriately enough) that attended the fantastic feast of a Christmas dinner that Harlot laid on.


As well as the traditional turkey, there was ham, pheasant and much more. My plate was piled so high I swear I could barely see over it. There was no way I could finish it all, it was  simply the biggest dinner I'd had in ages! Also I'd been filling up all morning with such naughties as mulled wine, Baileys, Tia Maria, Cointreau, Crabbies and more...


The morning had been a complete madhouse, as well as all the kids and their presents, we enjoyed a gorgeous breakfast of smoked salmon and scrambled eggs on toasted muffins, accompanied by Buck's Fizz.


Apart from all the innocence there was of course plenty of naughty action too... 7 times he took me upstairs and pinned me down and took me, over Christmas and Boxing day. I am now a very sore yet satisfied girl. We found a new fetish to enjoy too, it's pretty naughty though so probably shouldn't share it... should I?




I don't know - maybe I'll update with it soon - let me know if you want to hear more ;)






Cara


xxx

Corporeal Love Liaisons

We are together constantly but it seems only a few, brief snapshot moments where we share that intimacy. When we touch again, he catches my attention with his flesh to mine once more; fingers through my hair, hand on my shoulder or round my throat, pulling me by my hips to sit on his lap or his fingers entwining with mine to give me a reassuring squeeze of his love.

There are the flashing, passing smiles and eye contact where we rendez vous our illicit desires, dreams, fantasies; promises of what will be and shared memories of what has already transpired.

He removes my clothes with such ease yet such care, fingers moving to enter my clothing and come between the material and my flesh, separating me from modesty and raising goosebumps of lust and need. 

I kiss him then; my mouth enclosing on his, travelling all over each other's faces and necks, exploring, nibbling and even aggressively biting the soft flesh there with a violent passion that sends my tumultuous, tired head into a frenzy of rapture and delight. 

His fingers travel over me, already knowing their route yet at the same time each touch is new, like the very first. It is a contradiction that I love to experience - he knows me, what I want and what I need, yet makes it fresh, new, exciting. Time after time. 

My nipples strain now, needing his hot breath, his mouth enclosed around them, taking them in and drawing the blood painfully to the surface, my involuntray yelp cut off with his hand placed firmly over my mouth, stifling any protests yet also serving to heighten my salacious sensations.

My clit is aching with need, need not even to orgasm but just to feel his flesh pounding against mine, the skin getting hotter and wetter between us with each thrust.... 

First though I must attend to him... just as I have reached that point where I completely need him inside me, ready to beg, his hands are firm and heavy on my shoulders, pushing me to my knees. I gladly comply, loving the feel, sensation and taste of his cock deep in my mouth.

Not just the taste and feel but the effect on him... my every movement with my tongue travelling over his tip, licking my lips around him to moisten them and my throat swallowing and inviting ... sucking in my cheeks to form the perfect seamless vacuum around his shaft, then loosening again to lick up his pre-cum which seeps slowly as he moans above me. Gasping cries to a god neither of us believe in. 

My tongue explores his head, round and underneath the collar, teasing, needing, yearning for him. Im moaning on him now, knowing both that it turns him on for me to need his cock so much and that the vibrations travelling through him balls to cock tip will fill him with a need to cum down my throat so great it will be painful to hold back. I take him deeper now...

He has my head grasped with both hands. My hair tightly held within his fingers.. his fists. Clenched with sexual need, caught in the moment. Ramming my head back and forth with an energy so great he is actually fucking my throat. Not just against my throat but through it and beyond. 

Pulling head all the way off him just to ram me back down forcefully, violently. His cock slamming into my throat with such force, Im gagging on him, gasping for breath. 

I cry. Im moaning and choking, retching... oh god, I'm going to be sick... please.... control... please... mercy I need air....

That fight between giving good head and needing air is one he loves putting to me, feeling me physically forcing myself to choose his cock in my mouth over needing to breathe... until the very point Im about to pass out. He chooses that moment...

He pulls me off him, flips me over when Im at my weakest point, gasping in air which although required, is nowhere near as delicious as his cock in my mouth. I need him back inside me.

Im on my front. My legs yanked apart. A bitten kiss to my neck. A whispered, 'I love you so much' in my ear even whilst I'm still suffering, all for him.

His hands on my hips, they pull my arse up, I struggle with my hands. Must put them out. Must raise up. What is happening. My brain struggles to rebalance. 

I shake my head and I'm on all fours. Then...

He slams deep into my pussy. Deep... so deep. Violent. Hard. Needing. 

I moan painfully, the pain is a combination of the physical feeling and the need. Need for more. The welcome back of him inside me when he has been missing so long. 

His hand travels up my back from where it was gripping my hip... to move around to my throat. Holding me like an animal. His other hand moves around from the other hip to my lower back, pushing me down, down onto his cock even deeper still. Fucking me like an animal. 

In this position he takes me through every single sensation one can experience during intense, intimate sex. Held at both throat and sex, placed to be used for his pleasure, filling me, fucking me.

I'm snarling almost subconsciously, the instinctive primal, carnal need flowing from my mouth as freely as my juices around his thrusting cock.

His hand moves from my throat up to cover my mouth, switching between gagging my sounds and to cover my nose as well, controlling my air, my life. His other hand is commanding me to remain still, moving from my lower back up to swipe around my long flailing hair, and grasp it within his strong fist in one, practiced, fluid movement. Yanking my head back even whilst I'm gagged and fucked thoroughly....

I think it is at this very moment, just before he cums in me, that I feel most happy, balanced, wanted, needed, beautiful... loved.