“Arch your back, Alisa – show me that gorgeous ass. Show me what belongs to me.”
Your voice is enthralling; an intoxicating sound of pleasure and
authority. I obey willingly, closing my eyes as I do so. I want you to use
me. I need you to take what belongs to you. I spread my legs even further
apart, using the wall to keep me in place and push my glistening pussy out
towards you.”
“You yank my hair back even harder, creating a sudden hurt which nearly
topples me over the edge of the precipice.
“Look at me whilst you beg me, little one…”
“… Get up against that wall now – let’s see your face against the tiles.”
Your voice is little more than a growl and the instruction takes a
moment to register. You push me up against the tiles, holding my hands
behind my back.”
“Put your hands up against the wall as well,” you snarl and your voice is
so close now – I can feel your hot breath against my neck. The proximity
makes me feel even hornier.
I comply immediately, feeling instantly more vulnerable this way and
loving the increased jeopardy. I know you want me as much as I want you,
but to prove the point, you push your frame up against me. Your body is
hard and I feel your cock straining against my ass through your trousers.
Automatically I arch my hips and grind myself against you. It’s a gamble I
am likely to be punished for, but the sensation is so good I am willing to
take the risk.”
“You are so wet,” you enthuse. “See how much you love to be punished,
little one?”
“Yes, sir,” I whimper, physically fighting the urge to push myself back
onto your finger. I want you inside me so much. I would beg if I thought
you’d take pity on me, but I know you. My punishment is far from over
yet…”
“With each impact you tell me that my body belongs to you; that I am
yours to use, yours to punish and yours to screw. Your words are almost as
powerful as your hand. They leave me feeling breathless and desperate for
your cock. You are working me into the usual frenzy of slutty desire that
we have both come to love. If I was permitted I would tell you how much I
love you right now and how much I need this. But it’s not my words which
are important at the moment. Instead I demonstrate my devotion to you in
my complete submission to your desire.”
“All I can feel is your cock inside me, as it slides slowly in and then out
of me. You are powerful and imposing as you begin to pick up the pace.
You have become the centre of my entire universe. You are everything I
can feel, everything I can see, hear and smell; all that I know. This is of
course, exactly how you like it and exactly as it should be.”
“You continue to stare at me for a few seconds, assessing my face, before
you lean even closer to me. Your lips graze against mine briefly… Just
enough to reassure that you’re not truly upset with me, but are nonetheless
quite prepared to have some fun at my expense, and punish me for my poor
communication skills. Then you take a step back, leaving me flat against
the wall, tensed and expectant.”
“You have chastised me, demeaned me and dismantled me, before bringing me back to life. Who would have thought all of this was possible in a grotty cubicle of the men’s room? You hold me there for some time whilst we both catch our breath. Tentatively I raise one hand from the wall and claw at your dark, luscious hair behind me. I love these tender moments between us just as much as the kinky, depraved ones.”
“Some things are jest too big to fergive.”
“There are few times when we know with absolute certainty we are going to do something for the last time. Life has a way of moving in circles, bringing us back to places we didn’t expect and taking us away from those we do. There are too many times we don’t pay close enough attention, and moments are lost in our assumption we’ll have another chance.”
“Sander is a great boyfriend. He’s super attentive, dresses well, loves to shop, and never even looks at other girls.”
“Janie?” he whispered against her nape, his breath warm. A shiver wound through her entire body. Her nipples peaked, and her abdominal muscles clenched. “What?” “I’m sorry I’m not who you thought.” His lips moved against her skin. She forced instant need down along with a definite groan. “I like who you are.” He chuckled. “You do not.” “Yes, I do. You’re strong and loyal. I just wish you’d share.”
“They wanted black women to conform to the gender norms set by white society. They wanted to be recognized as 'men,' as patriarchs, by other men, including white men. Yet they could not assume this position if black women were not willing to conform to prevailing sexist gender norms. Many black women who has endured white-supremacist patriarchal domination during slavery did not want to be dominated by black men after manumission.”
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