Sometimes you curl my toes the feel of your tongue rough leaving me in throes of giggles as it wiggles its way deeper into my cunt just as you worm your way now there is an apt metaphor, or it...

I’m bound face down on the bed, waiting to be fucked. Again. The only illumination is the digital blue of the clock, the numbers crawling slowly towards the next hour. Every hour, on the hour, he returns. It’s almost 6 am...