Monday, September 16, 2013

Fucking after a 5K

"You love being my fuck hole, don't you?" he growls into my ear. I'm half on my side, half on my back and he's behind me, my leg wrapped around his waist, my foot pushing against his ass, his huge cock plundering my insides to the point of pain. I am incredibly wet due to the face-fucking I just received and the amazing things he has been saying.

I whimper my response. "Mmhmm, mmhmm." I do, I do, I do.

"Say it," his voice rumbles as his fingers tighten around my wrist.

Oh God, if he makes me say it. Oh, God, I can't hold it together. The words stumble out of me, falling over themselves and making me repeat some sounds. "I luh-love b-being your f-fuck hole," I stammer. Too many sensations pouring through me from the center, the effort to make words is too much and I can feel the distraction of being forced to speak such words driving me closer to orgasm.

He hears my voice catching. "Say it again," he orders.

Holy shit, my head is going to explode. I do what he's asked, repeating the words, and then I do it again, and again as he keeps fucking me, and I'm exploding, tightening, arching, pressing, screaming. He feels too good and I can't contain the sensations.

The hand that's not holding my wrist tight is stroking my spread sex, rubbing lightly across my clit, making me gasp and jerk and squirm around his cock, the post-orgasm sensitivity just driving me close to another and another.

"I love to make my fuck slave squirm," he says, though whether that's because it feels better to his cock or just because he enjoys making me squirm isn't altogether clear.

My hand is trying to get lose from his grip. I want, badly, to reach behind me, wrap my arm around his neck, stroke his hair with my hand. He won't let me go though.

"Please, please, please, please," I beg, tugging on my wrist.

"Hm? What's my fuck slave want?" he asks, keeping his grip on me.

"Oh please, please, I want to touch you," I manage to gasp out between the cries of pleasure he's coaxing from me.

"Oh, that's okay, go ahead and touch me," he says, but doesn't let go of me. I fight to free myself from his grip, to get my hand to his skin, but he won't let go. "Go on, girl, I said you could touch me," he says.

I whimper with frustration and arousal as I tug futilely at my wrist. He keeps pounding inside me, his other hand keeps tormenting my sensitive parts, and I have very little strength for the physical struggle to get my hand to his head.

"Ohh," he says after a few moments of useless struggle on my part. "I guess my girl didn't really want to touch me at all. How disappointing."

I groan, a deep, tormented groan, and I am also on the verge of another orgasm as I pull against his grip. He releases my wrist as I shudder around him. "Good girl," he whispers in my ear as my arm snakes its way around his neck, as I pull him as close to me as I can.

It's the middle of the afternoon and he woke me from a much-needed nap to fuck me. I couldn't be happier. He drives into me, grinding, his fingers stroking my clit, his breath and his voice in my ear, and I am exactly where I want to be, exactly where I am meant to be. I am fulfilling my own very specific purpose.

I don't know how many times I come on his cock before he finally can't stand it. I do know my screams seem to spur his orgasm out of him, and that feels somehow powerful to me even though he is the one causing my screams.

After his cock softens, his hand replaces it. He fills me, presses against my g-spot until I scream in disbelief at the sensations inside me. "Oh my God, what are you doing to me?" I squeal, the sensations so unbelievable that I have difficulty processing them.

"Oooh," he says at my reaction, prodding the same spot again and again and watching me react the same way. "Fucking you," he answers as I scream, a different sort of orgasm taking me over and washing all my strength away.



This man, this man, this unbelievable man.
My life, my heart, my body, my love are his.

No description can do justice to the joy that swells inside me when he touches me. I told him once that it feels like a holy moment and that's why I close my eyes, to savor it.

I could type for years and never properly indicate the exact level of wonder with which he fills my life.

This will have to do for now.

10 comments:

  1. Wow Wow Wow.....

    I ran a 10K yesterday and I only WISH I had that to come home to.

    Thank you for reminding me what is yet to come upon my Master's journey home.

    Thank g-d I read this after my 10K and not before!!!!

    ~faithful

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    1. PS- How did you do? I came in at 102 minutes, which I will take because
      # 1- I had to Pee at the 1 mile mark- because they didn't have enough port-o-potties at the start and I had to go!!
      # 2- I walked my dog for 3 miles before the race. Bad move and one I will remember next time!

      I have a 5K in 3 weeks- can't wait!

      ~faithful

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    2. I'm glad to give you something to look forward to! :)

      We actually did it all together, the three of us. It took a little over an hour, but I'll take it because

      a) My foot still hurts from when I broke it hiking this summer,
      b) we had to stop several times due to one of us getting hit in the face/eyes with cornstarch (a color run-type thing) and
      c) I kept getting rocks in my shoe (gravel for parts of the course).

      The first 5k we did (before I got hurt) we finished in about 45 minutes, which with a 5-year old was pretty awesome.

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    3. That is awesome !!
      a- Ouch
      b- cornstarch?
      c- that is a tough course!!!

      ~faithful

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  2. I'd run if I had that waiting when I was done ;-)

    That's great that all three of you are able to do that together. Even with gravely ouchie feet and cornstarch.

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  3. Wow!!! What a post!

    I love that you ran the race together! That's awesome!

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  4. GOOD GRIEF That was hot!

    WHY oh why did I read it when I'm only part way through my monthly glorious celebration of womanhood?! (I go on orgasm denial when I'm on)

    and MANY CONGRATS on you all completing the race!

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  5. wow...intense, dramatic, wildly erotic.
    Thanks for sharing this intimacy. (My Master does that to me, as well, push beyond what I think I can take, making me orgasm a zillion times until my brain wants to explode...)

    nilla

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