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.

His Delicious Evil #4

Maybe this series should have had its own blog, lol


Well! Last night was one of 'those' nights.... 


We'd already had sex earlier in the evening (I sucked him off -despite sore throat already- then hopped aboard for more*) and later on when we finally got to bed he started with the lubed fingers, then hand... 


I eventually had to be taken anally even while I was bleeding from the fisting, then finished off with a magic massager orgasm to help tighten my pussy back up....


*is it bad that when he flipped me over and took me from behind he pulled 20p from his pocket and tossed it on the bed near my hands for me to clutch as 'pocket money' from 'daddy'?


~shivers~

His Delicious Evil #3

The way he utilises the time I’m stood next to his desk quickly saying hello or asking technical questions in order to slide his hands up my bare legs, pull aside my underwear and start playing with me while I’m stood right there, in the office, while everyone is working away...

Making me leak and writhe right there on his hand, distracted, squirmy, needing it so much, clit pounding insistently and urgently... then taps my bottom for me to walk back to my desk while looking all evil and smug...

~crys

~leaks

~squirms

~sighs

.......

His Delicious Evil #2

I love when he doesn’t even care if I’m still asleep in the morning, he reaches down, spreads my legs, finds my eager wetness and places himself inside me before fucking me soundly. 

I’m stirring and mumbling, trying to form words into coherence to wake up, but he doesn’t care – just carries right on fucking me and grabbing me, pulling me into whatever positions he wants (and he goes through a variety) before becoming finally sated for the moment and releasing himself into my barely awake body. 

~melt~

His Delicious Evil #1

New series of posts attempting to explain his dark side that I'm addicted to, that makes him so entirely different from any other man.


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Pouncing me first thing in the morning when I'm bursting for the loo, just so that when he's fucking me from behind he can reach down and press on my bladder so I have to clench round him even harder.


~melt~