Knkstriped

Control/Release

Given the choice, I no longer know whether I would choose to push on until I simply dissolve and evaporate; or to back off and slump, rolling lazily down from the mountaintop back to Earth. How fortunate then that the choice has been denied me. He wants me to come again. He’s going to make me.

Race to the bottom

He’s been asleep all afternoon. I can’t begrudge him his rest; he works ridiculously hard and despite being half-dead with exhaustion last night, he still found the energy to push me face-down onto the bed and fuck my arse until I screamed with delight.
But I’ve been reading smut on the internet for the past hour, and I’m so horny. I shift under the duvet, pressing my thighs together and squirming with unrelieved lust.
He snores gently and I haven’t the heart to wake him.

My cunt however, has no conscience. I know that if I start without him, he’ll be pulled from sleep as I writhe and moan by his side. So I slide my hand below the covers, part my legs and stroke my already slick lips apart.