Reconnecting with the past..

“Lay on the bed, on your stomach. Facing the wall. Do not turn around. Do you understand me?” He said through the phone. I reply, “Yes”…. “Yes what?” he says back. I can hear his temper, I can hear it in his voice. That calm tone of voice with the rage underneath. “Yes sir” I say as I roll my eyes. I look down at what i’m wearing. Red lace bra and thongs, black thigh highs, black pumps and a black button up dress shirt. All specified by him. Why am I following his instructions? I haven’t seen him in 4.5 years, not since I walked out all those years ago. Who is he to dictate this to me?? He’s him. That’s exactly who he is. I hear him enter my hotel room. The shower turns on, I can sense him, I can feel his presence. He doesn’t say a word to me. The shower turns off, I want to turn around, but I know better. I’m not emotionally prepared for this, I thought I was. I can feel him behind me now. I can feel his body heat seeping into me.. WHACK… I feel his belt across my ass. I immediately cry as he pulls me up, hand at my throat. He growls into my ear, “You fucking betrayed me”.. he rips open my shirt, I can feel the anger radiating through him, out of him, encasing me. His anger, his pain… His hand at my throat, the other running down my body. I’m completely at his mercy. I cry as all the emotions overwhelm me.

He turns me around and kisses me. I don’t kiss back despite every ounce of my body longing to kiss him. He strips me so quickly, i’m not even sure how it happened. As he picks me up and tosses me back onto the bed. He kisses his way up to my lips, then I feel him slide so deep in me. Feeling him fill my pussy, it’s ecstasy. I can’t stop sobbing. I can’t stop the overwhelming emotions of being back in his arms. He fucks me relentlessly. Telling me he loved me, demanding I give into him, demanding I kiss him. Demanding I let go. I can’t. Giving in means accepting the pain I caused, giving in means accepting how much I still love and crave him. Feeling his skin on mine, i’ve longed for this, i’ve craved this. I’ve craved his darkness, his dominance. I’ve craved this for so long, I’ve needed this. My body needs him, my soul yearned for him.

“I own you. I own your body, your heart and your soul. You fucking belong to me. Don’t even fucking think of running again.”  He says, reminding me just what he’s about. His aura is so dominant, so dangerous. He’s right though, he does own me, he always will. My body has craved his for 4.5 years, my soul has yearned for his. My heart, it’s reminding me of our love. Our promises to each other. His thrusts feel never ending, it feels like he’s trying to break me, it feels like he’s trying to own me. My body is his to own.

I bend over, wanting him to take me from behind, wanting him to mount me, and fuck me. I want him to fill every hole with his cock. Feeling him slide into my ass, so slowly. Being stretched so deliciously. Being stretched in a way only he’s ever done. Inch by inch, feeling his cock fill my ass. I can’t help but moan out. I can’t help but need more, I need him, I need the animal inside him. I need more. He must sense that. He wraps his hand in my hair and starts fucking me furiously. In and out, it’s so good, being stretched by him, being used by him. The pain I feel as he fucks me, as his hand pulls my hair harder. He’s relentless. I cum screaming his name, pussy clenching around his cock.

His presence is so overwhelming, I can’t stop moaning, can’t stop the tears pouring from my eyes. I need this, I need his dominance. I need him to own me. No one else could ever touch me this way, no one else could ever own me like he does. Hearing him moan, It makes me want to cum all over again. I want to make him cum. I want to feel him cum so deep inside me, filling me until it drips out. He’s so close, I can feel it, i’m begging him to cum, i’m begging him to fill me. “Unnghhh…. fuck” he roars as he cums, filling my ass. He slides out of me, and I immediately feel the loss. I turn around, the look in his eyes tell me this isn’t over, that we’re far from over.. I have a feeling my punishment is far from over.

Finally, I kneel

It had been just over a month since we last saw each other. The trip before was brief, only 2 days together. There was 5 months in which we didn’t see each other. The longest ever for us. This trip we knew would be different, we just weren’t sure how. I came into town on a Tuesday afternoon. We had the next two days together. The first time in 2 years. When he arrived I was laying on the bed naked, waiting for him, like I was told to. He climbed onto the bed, hovering over my body, and kissed me. It was a possessive kiss, one that demanded my submission to him. He was rock hard, I was dripping wet. As he pulled away, I reached for him. He slid down my body, kissing his way down. At last he reached my aching pussy. I felt his tongue on me. his hands gripping my feet. He’s kissing them, sucking my toes. Licking his way from my toes to my pussy… I needed more.  He had me begging for him, fucking me with his tongue. I came, my juices covering his face. I pull him to meet my lips, and kiss him hungrily. I feel him slide into my pussy, easing the ache I feel. As he moves inside me, I need more. So much more. He surrounds me, inside me, holding me, kissing me.  His hands on my feet, my legs on his shoulders as he moves inside me. His lips on my toes, sucking them again..it feels so erotic, so fucking good. It’s like my feet are his newest obsession. Red toes, tattoos.. he loves them. Then he bends me over, fucking me from behind. I feel my pussy clench, and I come screaming his name. I feel him cum deep inside me. It feels so fucking good. His next statement has me worried, “I’m going to break that pussy.”  I laugh, I’m more likely to break his cock than him break my pussy, but challenge accepted.

Our next round, things take an interesting turn. I’m so turned on by him inside me, as I ride his cock, I need more of him. I needed all of him. I needed to submit. I stop riding his cock and slide off. He looks confused, I tell him to wait. I grab the lube, and cover his cock with it, I also put some on me. I turn around, as in reverse cowgirl, and slide him inside me….inside where no one else has been. I slowly lower myself onto his cock, my asshole stretching around him, gripping him so tightly. I can hear him hissing  at how great it feels. I slowly adjust, and begin moving. I ride his cock, but it’s still not enough for me. I slide off, and get on my knees, head down on the bed, submitting to him. I needed him to take me this way. I needed him to know I submit to him. To his power, his everything. I don’t think he realized the significance of this. “Fuck me!” I scream. I keep screaming as he fucks me so slowly. He refuses to go faster, or harder. I feel him everywhere. He’s filling my ass with his hard cock, his arms are wrapped around my waist. Gripping me as he fucks my ass. I feel him start to speed up, fucking me faster. I’m moaning, it feels so fucking good. “Oh I love to fuck this ass. This asshole is mine.” He’s grunting as he talks. “All yours. Oh so good”, is my reply. He speaks in grunts, praising my ass, telling me how good it feels gripping his cock to tight. I feel him get harder, he’s so close to coming.  “Cum in my ass. Fill my asshole with your cum. Claim me. Show me who I belong to.” I scream to him. Telling him over and over to fill my ass.  I’m so close…so fucking close.  There, that’s the spot, I scream each time he hits it. Wound so tight…I’m there, screaming as I cum, clenching around his cock. I feel one last hard thrust, then I feel his hot cum in my ass. Filling me, claiming what’s his. I know who I belong to…Him.. Always him. As we both come down from our orgasms.. He admits he was surprised when I started riding him, with him in my ass. I told him it was something I needed at that moment.

By the next morning. My pussy was indeed broken. He had achieved his goal. The sex was amazing, was full of passion. This trip was different. The passion this trip was off the charts, the sex was unlike any other trip. The emotions were overwhelming. This trip, the sex felt like almost a goodbye. Like we had to take what we could before it was no longer an option.  I’ve realized, looking back..that he owns me now. Every part of me. Of my body. There is no place on my body he hasn’t gone, or been.  I don’t know if he’s figured out the significance of my submitting to him in such a way. We’ve not spoken about it. I’d gladly let him in that most intimate of places again… knowing how he enjoys it,, enjoys dominating me.. Owning me..claiming me.  I need more of him.. I need to feel him filling me every day…I need to taste his cock. I count down the days till I see him next, feel him filling me. 43 days..and counting down.

Dance for You

He wants one thing from me, complete submission.  I fight it, this dark craving I feel taking over my body. I know he’ll be here soon. He just called, and isn’t far away. I have minutes maybe. I prepare myself…Sliding on my black thigh high stockings, making sure they’re in perfect position. Slipping on my Black lace See through Gown…It slides down my body, resting just below my ass.  Next I slip into my black lace boyshort panties with ruffles along the ass, hugging my ass just right. Last, my black and red stilettos.  Muss up my hair, fix my lipstick. I sit in the chair right across from the door..awaiting his arrival. I’m on edge, I’m on fire for what I’m about to do. I make sure the music is set, and ready to go….I hear the key in the lock..Mmm… he’s arrived, and wearing a suit..Fucking hell!  He looks at me, mouth open. “Hi Honey. Take a seat.” I tell him. He walks to the couch, sits down, unsure of what’s to come. He’s not in control, I am, and he doesn’t like it. I make a show of standing up, walking to play the music, swishing my hips.. I hear him groan….Ahhh… Yes…he’s already growing…Already wanting to fuck me. The music starts, I start swaying to it, feeling the music, moving my body. Dancing for him, only for him. I look him in the eye, let him see what I want, who I want and how I want it. Losing myself in the music…I slowly slide my panties down my legs..toss them to him..Oh he’s moaning again.. He’s trying to touch his cock.. I walk over to him quickly putting my foot in the way..He has to watch me, He can’t touch his cock….He tries touching me..I won’t let him.. I turn away, keep dancing..The song Changes… “Ride” by Ciara comes on…Perfect timing. I’m so wet, I slide my hand down my body, feel my moist warm heat.. I touch myself. Make him watch..I stop and walk to him, “Open baby.” He complies.. He licks my fingers clean…I straddle his lap.. Feeling his hard cock throbbing, so ready for my pussy. I kiss him, tasting myself on his lips.  I unzip his pants, slide out his cock, and lower myself onto it. So fucking full…He always feels so fucking good. I ride him hard and fast…Kissing him, scratching him, biting him.. I need more, more from him. I feel him shift me, ungh now  he’s so deep.. I ride..I can’t stop. So fucking close to cumming. I start screaming his name to fuck me, to make me fucking cum. He put his hands on my hips and pulls me down in rhythm with my movements. It feels so fucking good. Hard, in, out. Kissing, biting. He slaps my ass, just as I cum.. Screaming his name…..He lifts me, throws me onto the couch, “On your fucking knees, face the wall.” Oh hell, he’s punishing me…He thrusts into me so fucking hard..over and over again. It’s building again..Tightening, fire all over my body… Hands on my hips, hand slapping my ass. He’s everywhere, just fucking me, fucking me so good. Takes my hair in his hand, and pulls, my back is arched, he’s so deep…so so fucking deep….Oh Yes….I can’t breathe, I need more of him, more of something…Then I feel it…I feel that one hard thrust, and I fucking explode. Lights blur, seeing stars, body engulfed in flames so fucking good.. It’s never ending…Screaming his name over and over again. I feel him continuing to thrust into me harder, So good. I hear his moaning. “You are never in control, do you understand??” I hear him… I hear and feel him. I feel the punishment, it’s so delicious.. “You will not fucking walk after this.” He’s so right… He thrusts and I feel him explode inside me, he’s moaning my name…He cums so hard..We slump forward… “Welcome back, how was work?” I ask.. He just laughs and tells me to get ready, my ass is his..I’m not sure what’s to come, but I can’t wait!

Foreplay Fight

I can see the skyline from the window. Tenth floor this time. I hear him come up behind me. Feel him from behind me. I turn to look at him. He grabs me, kisses me so roughly. I push him away.  Smirking at him. Walking away. Taunting him. He grabs me by the hair, pulls me back to him. I feel him all around me, surrounding me. I push him again. I tell him not now. Oh but when I look up, I realize the mistake I made. I tried to take control twice, I tried to walk away twice. I want him so badly, but this is our game. He tells me how his ex would do it if he wanted her too, how good she was. Of course my reaction is instantaneous. I fly at him like a lioness in a rage. I can’t control myself. He is mine. I am his. He will use only my body, taste me, fuck me. He will not speak of another bitch while fucking me. I slap at him, i’m screaming at him.  He grabs me, pushes me to the bed,  I’m on my back. He’s in my face, looking in my eyes. Talking about how he’d fuck her with me watching. I get a hand free, and slap him. I spit, I fight. I roll him over. I’m on top of him, Grinding. I’m so mad but so turned on. This is our foreplay. He grabs me, rolls me off of him, and now i’m on my stomach, in nothing but black lace thongs. I hear, “CLICK”. Feel the cold metal on my skin…oh yes…he’s brought the blade out. I’m in trouble now. He continues talking to me. Telling me, “Be a good girl, do as I say.”  I shake my head no. I feel the blade dig deeper as it glides across my ass. “Fucking say it, who owns you?”  I tell him no one, no one fucking owns me.. Then I feel him on top of me, moving my panties. “I fucking own you! You’re mine” As he slides so fucking deep into me.  Fucking me relentlessly. So deep. The blade long forgotten, the anger though, that’s still there.  It’s fueling me. Fueling me to fuck just as fiercely back.  We fucking for what feels like hours. I’m screaming for him, wave after wave of pleasure. Squirting all over the bed, all over him. Screaming his name. I hear him moan my name. Feel him cum inside me, marking me as his.  We fall to the bed. Exhausted. He smiles, “I love it when you’re pissed, the sex is fucking epic. Don’t worry you’re the tightest, best pussy i’ve ever had, and i’m not stupid enough to let it go.” Damn fucking straight I’m the best you’ve had. The passion ignites us, and drives our addiction to each other. No one could have been prepared for just how much that passion could explode in the future.

She’s a Hoover

As I leave the office on what seems to be a day that is taking forever to end, my mind wanders to the possibilities of what awaits me when I arrive, of what adventures will happen on this visit with her. I make the short drive from work to the hotel. As I pull into the hotel parking lot I instantly feel better, I can’t wait to get upstairs to see her. As the elevator doors open I step inside, this anticipation is torture. At last I’ve reached the 4th floor, I take the long walk down the hallway coming upon room 422. I’m nervous yet anxious to see what awaits behind the door. I chuckle, as she’s always surprising me when I arrive. I slide my key into the lock, it opens, I pull down the handle and push the door. I don’t see her right away. I place my things in the closet, I have this urge to through the crack between the wall of the closet door and there she is laying on the bed dressed like a secretary. She’s wearing a skin tight black pencil skirt, tight white button up shirt that make her tits look spectacular. They’re on full display. I run my eyes over her body. Head to toe, and what do I see…those fucking black peep toe stilettos. She’s the type of woman whose body was made for those fucking shoes. Sinful. I notice her hand is beneath her skirt, she is masturbating as if no one is there. Yet I know she heard me come in. She’s teasing me, being a little cock tease. My cock is throbbing hard but I’m frozen,  I can’t move, I just watch her, I can’t look way from this amazingly wickedly sexy sight. I close the closet door walk over to her and kiss her full force, with all the lust I have in my body. She moves her hand straight towards my zipper, unzipping my pants with ease and pulling out my throbbing cock. She sits up opening her mouth as I slide my cock as deep into her throat as I can. I pull my cock from between her lips grab her by her thighs and jam my cock deep inside of her she let out a gasp as if I stole her breath. As command her every move, her every touch, making sure she knows who’s in fucking charge,  I command her to come, and like a good bitch she does, hard. Her pussy clenching around my cock .  Her whole body is shaking and I can feel her juices squirt all over the front of my stomach I roll her over on top of me and she bounces on that cock like it’s a trampoline never missing a beat cumming over and over and over as she hops off of me she begs me to fuck her from behind. I grab her by the hair sliding my cock in and out, pumping faster, Harder. She’s screaming for more. I whisper in her ear that I’m about to cum she flips around takes my cock into her mouth taking it further and further down her throat. So fucking deep in her throat. That’s my girl. Sucking, pulling, like a fucking hoover.  I explode she keeps going, she’s milking everything I have out of me. As I get dizzy and lose my breath I shut my eyes,  I almost blackout, I see light, I think I saw Jesus today.

*Clink*Clink*

I feel him before I see him, hell I smell him. It’s all around me, his smell, his heat, his presence. He looks down and takes notice of my shoes, bought especially for him. Blood Red Stilettos. This man, he’s a dangerous man, for so many reasons, yet I’m addicted to him. I can’t stop him. He’s the man your mama warned about, the bad boy. He is, in every sense an Alpha Male. I can’t help but react to him, as dominant as my personality is, my inner self bows to him, oh she loves to bow to him, to please him. He tells me today we’re going to try something new. All while looking at my shoes..he has a fetish for my shoes, for my stilettos. Black Lace Bra and Thong Panties. I can feel the air on my body. Hot meets cold, fire and ice. This is us. I’m standing at the edge of the bed, back to him like I was told. I hear him undoing his belt, then his pants. I can feel his heat seeping into me, feel the denim of his jeans on my legs, and ass. I can’t look, it’d break the rules. I want to look so badly. I love looking at him. Tattoos on his chest, back and arms. I long to kiss them, one by one. But I know to look or to touch him would break the rules today, and I’m anxious for today. I don’t know what he’s planning. I hear something, something metal, something clod against my thighs. Moving upwards, over my bare ass. “How much do you trust me?” He asks. I reply completely. “Enough to give up control?” Was his next question. I’m squirming underneath is heated stare, I’m so wet, just standing there aching for his touch. “I trust you.” I tell him. His response was a dark laugh. *CLINK* CLINK* Something cold is around my wrists, I can’t move them. He’s handcuffed me, hands behind my back, bent over the bed. I’m at his complete mercy. Oh the anticipation of what’s to come has my juices soaking my panties. I feel cold metal, sharp, pain and pleasure all combined. The realization that he’s guiding his blade over my skin, knowing I can’t move, that i’m completely at his mercy sets my body on fire. I’m building, so fast, overwhelmed with my senses. He’s every where, so close but not close enough. I feel the blade on my back, digging into my skin. He has a hand on my handcuffed wrists, pulling me to him. Suddenly the blade is gone,. He enters me in one swift thrust. Filling my achingly wet pussy. Using my handcuffed wrists he pulls and pushes, teasing me with small touches of him on my hands. His hands grip my waist. I moan, I scream. I do every thing. I hear him asking me who owns me, who controls my body. I refuse to answer. I refuse to give him the satisfaction. He fucks me harder, mercilessly. In and out. So much, so fast, so hard. Fucking me like never before. I’m screaming at him. “If i’m yours mark me, fucking claim me” Never thinking he will. But oh I should have known, he’s not an alpha male for nothing. I was issuing him a challenge, and he fully intended on accepting it. He fucked me harder, faster. Pumping me so full of his cock, I could hardly breathe. I’m screaming, cursing. Shouting, telling him to fuck me, that i’m his. Then I feel it. His hand wrapped in my hair, arching my back even more. Oh the sweet spot. I hear him whisper in my hear, “I fucking own you.”, I tell him never. He will never own me. I feel his breath on my hear, feel him fucking me even harder, i’m so lost in the bliss, the pure fucking ecstasy. “OH my little bitch, I do own you. I own all of you.” Then I feel his mouth clamp onto my shoulder. I scream in ecstasy. Screaming his name. Confessing that he did in fact fucking own me..

Can you Handle it?

Kissing, fighting, anger, passion, lust… This swirled between us, so tangible. I could tell by the look in his eyes, he was in charge. Everything in me screamed to fight it, to not submit to his will. Though deep inside me, I knew I wanted to. To let him use my body, to control my body. I fought him, yelled, screamed, refused to submit. He refused to yield, just as I refused. He wanted to prove his dominance to me, to prove he was my master in every way. I hated him for it, but I craved it so much, so deeply in my body. He kissed me so hard, pinned my hands above my head. I was given the instructions, “Don’t touch me, don’t make a sound.” HOW? How could i not touch this man, how can I not run my hands all over him? It was hell, and he knew it, and he knew i’d obey him. The anticipation of what was to come was building. I felt something cold running up my legs, moving so slowly, so expertly, caressing me. “Do you trust me?” He asked. “YES, OH yes I do.” I was yelling. Whatever he was doing felt so foreign yet so deliciously good. I felt the coldness move up my thigh, caressing me ever so gently, yet there was a level of pain. This was something i’d never experienced before. I didn’t know what he was doing, but I didn’t want it to stop. Flicking over my heated pussy, juices pouring out of me. Moving up my body, caressing and digging into my skin. Fire and Ice…I finally saw the item once it reached my breasts. His knife..his pocket knife was gliding over my breasts, I was so heated, on fire. Anger, and shame, lust, passion, need all warred within me. I loved what he was doing. He was playing me expertly. Adding this new thrill. “Roll over now, hands above your hand, don’t move again.” This was his next command. I wanted to bristle at this, to refuse, yet I shamelessly wanted more, needed more. I felt that same cold feeling, starting at my ankle, moving up ever so slowly. Once he reached my ass he spent more time. Running it up, down, side to side. Slightly more pressure. Never to make me bleed, but enough to bring me to that pain/pleasure line. Up my back, down my back. Then I felt him behind me, skin to skin.. Oh how I needed him to fill me. To fuck me. With one thrust he was inside me, knife still sitting on my back. He takes it into his hand. Thrusting into me, stopping to drag it down my back, thrusting, blade on my ass, thrusting. Over and over.. Stopping, fucking, stopping. I’m begging for release, begging for more. “CUM NOW!” He commands it, so I must obey. I cum screaming his name, blinding lights, pushing my back up, feeling the blade dig into my back more, the pain, the pleasure. Wave after fucking wave. He pounds relentlessly seeking his release. Like a good bitch, i’ll make sure he cums. I feel him buried so deep, he cums…Moaning my name…I know this addiction is reaching new heights. This need. I’ve met my match, my composer. He plays me like an instrument to command, and I obediently and willingly obey.

NOTE: This act requires complete trust in each other. This is not something that is for everyone, but it’s for us, and we enjoy it every so often. Knife play is form of consensual BDSM edgeplay involving knives, daggers, and swords as a source of physical and mental stimulation. Knives are typically used to cut away clothing, scratch the skin, remove wax after wax play, or simply provide sensual stimulation. Knife play can also be a form of temperature play or body modification.

On his command

His lips were on my mine..his fingers teasing, caressing my body. I laid across the bed in my bedroom. Porcelain Pale skin, against blood red sheets. I was laid bare, like an offering to a god. Maybe In a way I was. I knew by the look in his eyes this time would be different. He took charge of my body, telling me how to respond, when to respond. Commanding me to cum only when told to! He was all around me, his smell, his taste. I was caught up in everything he was giving me. As I laid there, feeling his hands on my body, hearing his whispers in my ear, I reveled in it. This passion, this overwhelming need, it was tangible between us. I was so wet with need, with want. He teased and teased with his fingers, playing me like an instrument. Like I was his to master. At last I felt his lips upon my pussy, licking, sucking. Tasting me. I hear him moan as he tastes me. He continues to stroke me with his fingers, all the while kissing me. Building my need, building the ecstasy. I needed the release, I needed something, however he wouldn’t give it to me. He had control, and he was relentless. “CUM NOW” Finally! I came so hard, screaming his name, gushing juices everywhere. I was so sated, I knew he’d stop, how wrong I was. He didn’t stop, he kept going, kept playing my body as his personal instrument. Over and over again…he made me count each time I came, each time I reached the climax of his sweet torture. WHEN WILL IT END?! I’m begging. For more? For it to END? I don’t know! “Count dammit, or we’ll start all over!” He commands me, I try to refuse, but I have this need, this overwhelming need to obey him. I count, for so long. He never relents. It’s storm of sucking, licking, caressing. In and out, pumping..All with his mouth and fingers.. How can I survive this?! He grins at me…tells me “Cum like a good little bitch.” I scream his name as I cum, making sure to include the count, “31, sir!” He kisses my lips hard…I still need more. I grabbing at him, pulling his clothes. He stops me, has my hands pinned above my head, this sexy, mischievous grin on his face, “Now that’s a good bitch. That’s my bitch.” I should have been angry at him talking to me that way..but he just ignited me even more. The fire was sure to explode within me. This need I have for him, it can’t be healthy. I learned something so important that day. I learned who my master was, I learned that this man has conquered my need, my body. My body responds to him, to his voice, his touch in a way that drives me crazy. He learned something very important that day as well, he learned deep inside me, there’s a need to obey him, a craving for it. A craving to submit, to only him. Will I?

First Time

We were at the park, as usual. It’s our meeting spot. I was wearing a long skirt, Shirt and blazer, with Wedges. It was a chilly December night. Though here we were walking through the park after dark.. We couldn’t help it. This need we had to see each other. We stopped underneath the Jungle gym. I could feel his chest on my back, feel his heat, smell his cologne. Everything surrounded me in that moment. He kissed my neck, caressing my thigh with one hand. My need was building, my need was always there for him from the moment we met weeks before. Here we are, at a park off a main road. My house just barely two miles away, a police station just behind the trees that line the park. The danger in this rendezvous, it fuels us, fuels our passion. We shouldn’t do this here, but we can’t stop.. Suddenly I feel the cool air on my legs, moving higher, I feel his hand on me..His lips. More.. I need more of him. He kisses me, relentlessly. Unyielding is his passion. Finally I feel him at my most private and aching spot… Playing me, teasing me…One hand on me, one hand undoing his pants… “Please” I beg for him..realizing at this moment, this will be the first time i’ll feel him enter me..The first time he’ll fuck me. One swift thrust he enters me..So full. Feeling him in me..Fucking me..Knowing our passion is swirling around us, we’re at a park, anyone could potentially see us, but we just can’t stop..  Never stopping…..I hear him grunting as he fucks me…Then he stops, we stop.. we can’t do this not here. In those moments of him filling me so full, it was fucking ecstasy. I was hooked, he was my addiction. Just as I looked up and saw the look of need, of want, of pure fucking lust in his eyes, I knew, we’d never be able to stop what we just started…We couldn’t, we were already addicted just from that small taste….