Oct 28 2008
Under 500 – “Fucked”.
I decided to challenge myself to write a fuckstory in >500 words. Why not? Mayhap I’ll make this a regular thing on my blog. Perhaps this shit is so played-out and is the oldest and most overused trope in the sex bloggers toy bag that some of y’all are rolling y’all’s eyes and being all “Whatever, biotech.” Either way, here’s my go!
xoxo
“Don’t move. Don’t fucking move. if you move and you make me come right now I swear to god you’ll make me very angry and I don’t think you want that.”
I could hardly breathe as his belt, looped once around my throat buckle cutting into my shoulder pulled tight under my back tail gripped firmly in his hand growing tighter incrementally slowly becoming the focus of my attention as I focused on not moving which was hard. It was hard because his full weight was on me and when he wasn’t threatening me with effulgent glistening stepping-razor violence he was biting me really hard and it isn’t all that easy to focus on not moving about when someone is biting you. Really hard. And their belt is slowly and, with the inexorable force of a constrictor thoughtfully relieving a rabbit of its life, relieving you of your senses. “I wonder,” some slowly fading rational part of my mind mulled “I wonder if this is what it is like when an animal is killed in order that another animal may have a meal.” And then I felt comforted because I was absolutely at peace in that moment as the belt tightened another centimetre around my neck and his cock reasserted its domain over my cunt and his breath crawled into my ear right before the darkest words I could imagine dark not only because they echoed my invisibly screamed thoughts but dark because I wondered whether or not it were true that he might “Keep pulling on this belt and see how long it takes for you to go…” and I knew that I wouldn’t fight him. My head turned slightly towards his and his cheek grazed my cheek as I winced, stubble so rough on my skin I wondered if I would have angry red abrasions to match the marks that the belt would surely leave on my neck and I wondered if even this small movement was going to violate the injunction against movement as he punched my shocked cunt again with his cock and I held my breath my eye traveling upwards to meed the one of his I could see and I knew in that moment that yes, he could if he wanted to he could finish me and this moment and I would not struggle at all and this moved me so deeply I started to cry. One tear so hot it lit up the nerve-endings in my skin and coursed down my cheek and into my ear where it tickled mercilessly. And another tear, and another, yet I remain unmoving and silent I looked back at this creature this. Man. who was inside and all over all over me and cried and waited and his eye coldly observed my tears as his stare went absolutely blank and he bared his teeth and he pulled the belt even tighter and came and roared and barked and growled and fucked the rest of me away.
October 30th, 2008 at 11:09 pm
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