individuals will go into a system like I’m stronger than this system and will change it but no It’s literally always the opposite
“I’m gonna join the the military and reform it from the inside” no you aren’t. there aren’t enough words in the english language to explain just how much you won’t be able to do that
Give pause. Take a moment to just savour it, taste it on your tongue and become aware of exactly what is going on. Because this isn’t going to happen all the time, these aren’t going to be all that common. Even in a relationship even when it’s a nightly occurrance, that’s still only one hour out of twenty four. Just over 4% of the time, a mere glimmer in the wide scheme of things. So take your time with it, and I don’t mean linger and dawdle. I mean sieze it, grab it, make it your own and don’t just let it blur past, one encounter among many, all of them vague and hazy.
If nothing else, this little world has caused more self-reflection than most, more moments when I’ve suddenly slipped back a little, realised what I’m in the middle of, who’s on my lap, and how much they’re enjoying things. It becomes almost surreal, a little alien vignette that I can’t quite comprehend, and wouldn’t dream of changing. It’s everything I want, fantasy made flesh, and somehow, through some divine grace, my life is the one that’s managed to stumble upon it.
So I’m grateful, it’s that time of year, right? Grateful that I’m aware enough to enjoy it, and smart enough to understand it. Grateful that I can bring my hand down upon you, and feel the sting of it hours later, conjure up a sensation as if it was a file in a cupboard, and savour it all over again. Remember the clench of your hungry little cunt around my fingers, the soft little ‘O’ of your mouth as you came, and the arch of your back as you shuddered back to earth. I’ve enjoyed every second, taken my time with it, made sure to remember each one. There’s a little blur, around the edges, but most of it’s intact.
Why does he do this to me? It’s incredibly rude. Yet exhilarating.
Another round … just because.
A devilish gleam filled her eye as she glanced to the nightstand, which was draped by the silk scarf he’d worn the previous evening. “I can tell you what you dodeserve.”
“And what exactly is that?” Robert’s dimple deepened as he followed her line of sight.
“I believe you might have an idea.” She reached for the tie, coaxing his arms above his head. He started to resist, and she gripped him harder. “No.”
“Careful, Belle. Playing with fire, darlin’. We’ve been down this road before.”
“Not quite … and you owe me,” she whispered, brushing her lips against his. “Just consider it? For a minute?” She kissed him, their tongues entwining. At the hum of his faint groan, her fingers went to work, nimbly twisting the fabric around his wrists and headboard. The deed done, she broke away, savoring his grumble as she admired her craft.
“Master of distraction, I see.” Robert tugged at the silk, testing the binding. “And a pretty good knot, too.”
“You’re so easy,” she replied coyly. “All you think about is one thing.”
His gaze flickered to her chest. “I’d say maybe two things, really.”
“That’s exactly what I’m talking about.” Michelle leaned over him, letting her breasts graze the sides of his face. “And that’s why you deserve to be punished.” She giggled as he pulled at the restraint, his arousal obvious. He was strong, but so was her handiwork. “You’re not getting free so stop trying.”
“When I do get free … and I will … you are going to pay dearly, girl.”
“Good,” she shot back, deliberately writhing into him. “Luck, that is.” She pecked his bottom lip, giving it a sharp bite.
Robert winced at the sting. “Fuck, that hurt!”
“I hope so,” she purred, canvassing her prize. “Now, where should I begin?” She rubbed the palms of her hands together expectantly. “Hmmm. First, I think I just want to look at you … all of you … every inch.” She ripped back the bedding, exposing him in his entirety. Every glorious inch, indeed. She let her eyes pore over his body, drinking in each drop, from his curl-dusted shoulders to the trail of the other curls that she loved so much. He was so fucking hard, as she knew he’d be, and like a magnet to steel, she clasped him, delighting in his quiet moan. “Does that feel good, Robert?” She lapped him with her tongue. Just once, nothing more. “Is that what you want?”
“You damn well know what I want.”
Her gaze glided up his long, muscular calves and thighs, finally resting on his eyes, which were teeming with frustration. “Maybe I’ll start … here.” She pounced, nipping his earlobe and delivering kisses down his neck and onto his chest. “Mmm, you taste salty.”
“I’ve got something even saltier for you.”
“I bet you do.” She ran her tongue around his nipple, giving it a tug, and she smiled at his sudden intake of breath. “Do you like that?”
“I like it all, and you know that, too.” Bloody hell, he was practically throbbing.
Michelle continued her succulent assault, slowing as she reached his taut tummy. It quivered as her tongue moved across it, and she felt him shift, slightly spreading his thighs in anticipation of what he seemed sure was coming. Smirking, she stopped cold. “Not yet, baby. You didn’t tell me what you wanted. You need to say it. Remember that?” He narrowed his eyes, and Michelle reveled in the power she held. She drifted lower, slinking a finger down his abs. “Is this it?” she taunted, painstakingly making her way closer to his erection. “Oooh, you mean this,” she murmured, tracing lazy circles around it. His body jerked as she made contact, and she captured his gaze, offering him a soft, wet kiss on the glistening tip. The flick of her tongue made his eyes shut, and she grinned, stroking the ridge just the way he liked it. She was rewarded with a low groan that deepened as her mouth enveloped him.
Robert yanked the silk tether as he thrust, urging her to take more. “Come on, Michelle.”
She shook her head, her lips curling up. “Uh-uh.”
His frustration had graduated to near desperation, and he gritted his teeth. “You better fucking finish what you started.”
“Well, maybe just a little bit more.” She kissed him again, licking and sucking as she cupped him, giving him a subtle squeeze. He was tense … and close. Too close. “Okay, I’m done,” she sang, snickering at his muted growl. “I like teasing you. It’s fun.”
“Little girl, when I get out of this …”
“What?” She dropped over him in a straddle, rubbing his cock along the insides of her thighs. “What are you going to do?”
As their eyes met, she let the tip slip in, and Robert pulled the ties reflexively, his head falling back. Christ, she was already so wet … fuck, it was so tight, so fucking good.
The pressure of him right near her entrance was pure perfection, and Michelle moaned, commencing a slow and steady sway, keeping him exactly where she needed him to be. “Just the tip, yeah? How’s that?”
“I’ll take anything,” he rasped, pivoting his hips, trying his best to drive deeper. Goddamn, he was going to come, and he wanted to do it buried inside of her.
“No, no, no,” she chided, stilling as she heard the telltale grunt in the back of his throat.
His brow raised in warning. “You need to finish this, darlin’. Right now.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Well, I do.” As her lips formed another sassy smirk, Robert wrenched from the binding, the silk scarf flying apart in tatters. He was done with the game. He grabbed her hips and slammed her down, groaning at the hot, wet constriction. In one motion, he twisted around, tossing her onto the bed underneath him. “You are going to be fucked hard, and you’re going to be fucked soft. Which one first?”
