I'm often tripped,
because I saw worlds where
there were just puddles.
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
Expect Me (explicit)
It's an unfamiliar door. I stare at it, feeling my heart racing in my chest, high off of anticipation and fear. I'm incredibly aware of the heat and damp under my skirt, and I nearly chicken out.
A deep breath.
I open the unfamiliar door, and step into the darkness inside. The odd stale scent of a motel wraps around me, and the door closes softly behind me, startling me.
All I see are shadows, but I catch the scent of clean fabric as he steps up behind me. His hands slide across my body, possessive and bold,
Undress, he tells me, a casual order, firm and friendly. His hands continue to explore as I pull off my clothes. They are far more familiar than a stranger's should be, and yet they delve and probe and pinch and stroke. He's hard, he lets me feel it through his pants. He turns me around, gripping my hair and holding my head back as he licks and bites. I'm whimpering with need and fear.
He spins me back around, and a stinging slap on my ass startles me forward. A hand on my back guides me to the bed, and he pushes me face first onto the bed. He takes his cock out, and teases me with it, rubbing it on my asshole and around my clit, telling me all the ways he's going to fuck me just as soon as I ask nicely.
That unknown man, that faceless man, that sadistic man. He makes me beg for him to fuck my pussy, beg him to fuck my face, beg him to fuck my ass. He teases me, torments me, taking his time putting on a condom, making sure all of the holes he's going to fuck are nice and slick and ready.
I'm nearly in tears.
And then he does it. Every way he said he would, and more. I'm his fucktoy, his plaything. My heart and breath ache with the need to please him. He tells me to wait to cum until he says, wait... wait... don't you dare... He thrusts harder.
My orgasm begins to crest, and I moan. Instantly, he's pulled out and spun me around. He slaps my face, hard, and pinned me with my knees splayed. I can feel it rumble in his chest when anticipation makes him laugh to himself.
I feel cool air on my cunt, and then it explodes with pain. He slaps my crotch again, over and over, fingers twisting and flicking and pinching with each impact. My abused clit is swollen and tender. My throat is raw from screaming, and I'm trembling as his grip finally relaxes. His touch on my labia is tender and soothing, and his face dips down towards it.
His tongue is cool and smooth, and his breath flashes hot and cold across my pussy. His hands clasp mine, thumbs massaging my palms. Come for me? he murmurs, as his tongue dips and probes. His voice sounds wistful, almost innocent. The unexpected tenderness brings me to an orgasm so sweet and pure... I feel filled with light.
He rises above me, sliding into me so naturally that the climax never has a chance to fade. I'm weeping with the beauty of it. Look at me, he demands, a firm grip at the base of my skull holding me still. His eyes, barely visible in the shadows, hold me captive.
His rhythm grows steadily swifter and more insistent. My eyes are locked to his, and his cock feels impossibly hard. You fucking slut, he groans, you glorious fucking slut. His fingers burrow into my hair, grip hard, and he's slamming himself into my bruised cunt, growling and groaning. I thrust back with equal force, the pain and pleasure combined shattering me into a thousand pieces. A roar erupts from his lungs. The force of his orgasm erupts from his eyes like lightening, flashing its path through my eyes and brain straight down to my womb, and my shriek seems to echo through the room for an eon.
I feel as though I'm floating, and I hear him distantly murmuring as his hand gently cups my face. The coolness of the washcloth as he tends to my bruising is blissful, and I drift off to a dreamless sleep.
He is gone when I wake, that beautiful, unseen man. A cup of hot coffee is beside the bed with a card propped against it. The words freeze my breath.
Two small words.
"Expect me."
A deep breath.
I open the unfamiliar door, and step into the darkness inside. The odd stale scent of a motel wraps around me, and the door closes softly behind me, startling me.
All I see are shadows, but I catch the scent of clean fabric as he steps up behind me. His hands slide across my body, possessive and bold,
Undress, he tells me, a casual order, firm and friendly. His hands continue to explore as I pull off my clothes. They are far more familiar than a stranger's should be, and yet they delve and probe and pinch and stroke. He's hard, he lets me feel it through his pants. He turns me around, gripping my hair and holding my head back as he licks and bites. I'm whimpering with need and fear.
He spins me back around, and a stinging slap on my ass startles me forward. A hand on my back guides me to the bed, and he pushes me face first onto the bed. He takes his cock out, and teases me with it, rubbing it on my asshole and around my clit, telling me all the ways he's going to fuck me just as soon as I ask nicely.
That unknown man, that faceless man, that sadistic man. He makes me beg for him to fuck my pussy, beg him to fuck my face, beg him to fuck my ass. He teases me, torments me, taking his time putting on a condom, making sure all of the holes he's going to fuck are nice and slick and ready.
I'm nearly in tears.
And then he does it. Every way he said he would, and more. I'm his fucktoy, his plaything. My heart and breath ache with the need to please him. He tells me to wait to cum until he says, wait... wait... don't you dare... He thrusts harder.
My orgasm begins to crest, and I moan. Instantly, he's pulled out and spun me around. He slaps my face, hard, and pinned me with my knees splayed. I can feel it rumble in his chest when anticipation makes him laugh to himself.
I feel cool air on my cunt, and then it explodes with pain. He slaps my crotch again, over and over, fingers twisting and flicking and pinching with each impact. My abused clit is swollen and tender. My throat is raw from screaming, and I'm trembling as his grip finally relaxes. His touch on my labia is tender and soothing, and his face dips down towards it.
His tongue is cool and smooth, and his breath flashes hot and cold across my pussy. His hands clasp mine, thumbs massaging my palms. Come for me? he murmurs, as his tongue dips and probes. His voice sounds wistful, almost innocent. The unexpected tenderness brings me to an orgasm so sweet and pure... I feel filled with light.
He rises above me, sliding into me so naturally that the climax never has a chance to fade. I'm weeping with the beauty of it. Look at me, he demands, a firm grip at the base of my skull holding me still. His eyes, barely visible in the shadows, hold me captive.
His rhythm grows steadily swifter and more insistent. My eyes are locked to his, and his cock feels impossibly hard. You fucking slut, he groans, you glorious fucking slut. His fingers burrow into my hair, grip hard, and he's slamming himself into my bruised cunt, growling and groaning. I thrust back with equal force, the pain and pleasure combined shattering me into a thousand pieces. A roar erupts from his lungs. The force of his orgasm erupts from his eyes like lightening, flashing its path through my eyes and brain straight down to my womb, and my shriek seems to echo through the room for an eon.
I feel as though I'm floating, and I hear him distantly murmuring as his hand gently cups my face. The coolness of the washcloth as he tends to my bruising is blissful, and I drift off to a dreamless sleep.
He is gone when I wake, that beautiful, unseen man. A cup of hot coffee is beside the bed with a card propped against it. The words freeze my breath.
Two small words.
"Expect me."
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