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Cry One Tear For Us
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Cry One Tear For Us He looked her in the eyes to convey his understanding and sincerity. “There is no rush We can try this Any time you think You are ready to explore. We can find out anytime, if you say what you want is truly what you want.” Her affirmation hid her excitement as much as her nervousness about the unknown. She had to remind herself this was her idea, her curiosity. His eyes watched her sensing the unspoken inner turmoil she was wading through. Running the back of his fingers down her cheek, his tone was low and steady. “I know you trust me look inside and ask if you trust yourself. Either way I am here. If you are uncertain, simply lay your head on my shoulder and my arms will wrap around you and hold you tight. If you are ready, then show me. Get down on your knees.” She wanted to be bad, but her upbringing was scratching at the peeling wallpaper in the back of her mind. Guilt and shame rushed forth the more she scratched. This wasnt how women were supposed to act. We are supposed to be strong, independant, masters of our own fate. Amazon warriors ready to break the glass ceiling. Not to be kingmakers but to be Queens. What kind of self respect woman would ever volunteer to set feminism back centuries by being property. This isn’t what she should be wanting. She was more than just some physical release, Where was the love where was the companionship in being his… his whatever he wanted. She felt the flush heat as her heart rate spiked and her chest began to heave as it pulled in more oxygen. She couldn’t look at him as the shame engulfed her mind. She was better than this. She was a strong, self sufficient, loving, educated woman. Only sluts and deviants have theses desires, she was raised to be a lady. What was wrong with her? Was she broken? She unconsciously put her hand upon his chest, almost more for support. The world somehow hushed as she felt and heard him. His breathing as his chest rose and fell like a blacksmith’s bellow. His heartbeat, elevated and steady yet soothing as a lullabye. Keeping her hand upon her chest she leaned back to look at him. There he was. Concern, caring, and acceptance scrawled all over his face. He was a rock that gave her a foundation on which to start. Her shame her doubt fell to the floor. Nervousness still fired through every nerve ending in her but she felt a calm as she stood there with him. She slowly knelt before him. Looking up at him, she opened her mouth. “Go ahead” were the words she gratefully enjoyed hearing. She unbuckles his belt, unzips, grabs his pants and underwear and pulls them down to his ankles. She looks up at him and sees how attentively he is watching her. Her eyes asks what her mouth doesnt not. His eyes give her the permission she seeks as his frame looms over her. Slowly twirling her tongue around the head She hears his soft moan as her first reward for her devotion. She feels his semi hard state calcify and harden within her warm mouth. Slowly sliding her lips around him and then up and down him she savors the salt of his skin. Her mouth wets his silky rigid skin. Her lips conform to his form as she draws her head back. She feels every contour every bulge until her lips slid of the tip. Looking up at him, her look tells him she is ready. His smile is soft as she parts her lips and he rests upon them. She sees the softness tempering the raging desire within his eyes. She finds comfort when his fingers runs through her hair. Several times his fingers comb thru. It’s almost hypnotic in the way it soothes. She licks her lips as the head is pressed against them. His fingers meander through her hair once more. Without warning his soothing hand is a near vice as he presses her face flush against his pelvis. Her jaw opening as wide as it can her tongue trying to get out of the way of his cock as it wiggles its way to her throat. She tries to gag but it’s to no avail as his hand holds her to him and his curved shaft has nowhere else to go but further in. She feels her chest heave desperately trying to breathe as it rises and falls for a seven count before she gasps as he slides out. Two quick breaths was not enough time for her to fully recover as his hips thrust forward. She closes her mouth the best she can as he slams into her over and over again. Her mouth was now his fuckhole. She tried to breath through her nose as she moaned and murmured as he slid back and forth inside her mouth. She felt her scalp tightening and being stretched as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and twisted slightly. His hips continued to thrust forward. The primitive bass in his voice was a register she had never heard him use before. But there was no confusion in his command. “Suck it.” She did as she was told. sucking twirling sliding up and down him. Her heart was racing as she reveled in tasting him. Worshipping the magnificent gift she had in her mouth like it was a golden idol, she enjoyed the sounds they both made. She felt the sharp pain as he yanked her head off of him by the fistul of hair he held. She looked up at the shadowy figure that towered above her. All she saw was two flames raging like an inferno looking down at her. His grip loosened and she quickly went back to what she savored to taste. She sucked frantically only to have her head yanked back again. The scene repeated, Suck and yank, suck and yank. A loud pop would ricochet around the room everytime her lips were yanked from around his swollen want. His hand felt like a big bear paw on the back of her head. She was shoved back and forth on him the sounds she made as she took him in were almost a dyslexic symphony. She could feel the glow of her enjoyment, just the physical intensity didn’t allow her brain to process any of it yet. Her body was responding to this new adventure. Her nipples ached wanting attention despite knowing right now they would go unsatisfied Her hand had somehow made it’s way between her thighs as she had been wiggling and rapidly shifting weight back and forth to rub her very wet pussy. His hips were frantic and all her mouth could do was willingly take the decadent<b> punishment </font></b>of his desire. She was being used. All that seemed to matter was his pleasure. She gave up her willingness to ask for something else. This is what she wanted. Not to be an soulless cumdump But his cumdump. There was a rush of joy riding shotgun with the wave of endorphins that were coursing thru her. She didnt sense his worry about being to rough. She would never know his fear that somewhere she would later resent him for being what seemed at best callous. He cared for her and all he wanted was to take this journey with her. Just so he could make her happy. She wouldn't ever know these things and now he was to wrapped up in the pleasure of her to feel and think these things. She was too far gone in their journey to even know anything, but what it felt like to have his hungry cock tormenting her mouth. He was close. She knew the sound he made when he was close. The air itself seemed to cast a haze. He hadn’t even yet tried what she had secretly wanted to try. This was all just too soon to end. He leaned into her, all ten of his fingers digging into the back of her head. She looked up at him as she gagged and choked on him. His brow furrowed with intense focus as he watched her struggle to find a way to breath and take him in. She couldn't help her body’s self preservation as her head tried to bounce and get away from the danger of him being so deep into the back of her throat. Her lungs struggle to get enough air. The pain was deliciously exquisite. Her eyes began to water. And then it happened. A solitary tear broke free and ran down her face. He immediately pulled out. Letting her desperately breathe. She took several sharp breaths and chased his cock into her wanton mouth. He was close, she need him to finish. She worked her lips and tongue over him, needing his release. She served Him as His guttural groan rang in her ears as she felt his salty sweet seismic surge barrel into her like lava down the mountain top. Sucking hard and fast trying to keep pace with each wave of his passion as it spewed into her mouth. She felt a surge of power and control as she looked up at him through watery eyes. His head back with his eyes no doubtedly glazed over in bliss. Her mouth was doing this. Her service was the catalyst to His pleasure. The more she sucked from him the more he moaned. The more she wanted the more he gave. Her entire being felt the energy and tension escape him. She continued to dutifully lick and to suck every drop she could as he fought to regain his bearings. She was unaware of the little moans and sounds she made as she enjoyed him, but they would echo loudly in His sleep tonight. Looking down at her he smiled, and there was a sweet pang of something she never felt before, as she saw the peaceful pleasure and serenity in his soul written in his smile. It wasn’t love, it was something more, something just as deep just different. It was a glimpse of him that no one else had ever seen. He didn’t think less of her. There was no shame, no judgment. It was an unconditional acceptance and appreciation, that transcended devotion. They gave each other a piece of themselves in that moment. She didn't have to think she just had to be His She was free because she surrendered everything. He knelt down Wiped away her tear. His smile and touch, gave her a sense of home, of belonging that she never truly knew before. The pain of gagging on him was pleasurable It was a shared connection No one else could touch. The soreness in her throat would be a reminder of how she was forever His The new journey, reaffirmed who she was and what she wanted. The pain was pleasure, because the sensation, was the shared bond realized. She found the power in the submission. She closed her eyes as she listened to his heartbeat. Curled up in his lap like a comfy cat. His arms held her. There was strength and vulnerability. Most importantly she felt… was respected the right word she thought. She knew she was loved. This was all possible because she cried one tear for U/us |
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Its a bit rough (no pun intended) and longer than I anticipated but hopefully it shows a softer side to some of the D in BDSM. Kind of a warmup on the subject matter for hopefully a submission to be considerd for an anthology on submission. Not a member of the lifestle but thru lots of research I hope I did it justice.
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OMG and WOW! Poetry...prose...who gives a fuck, that was HOT! To hell with feminism..I want to be that gurl. You have out done yourself Sir...got to go find the BF now. He's got a fistful of blonde hair to grab. Whew *panting*. Your, Fucktoy Cherie BIGGEST Fan Please read my blog The Sapiophiles Sapiogurl
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So well written, you are a master of words. Thank you for sharing your gift with the world...
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So well written, you are a master of words. Thank you for sharing your gift with the world...
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12/5/2016 5:04 pm |
*wipes away a tear... yes, i am an emotional goof about the lifestyle. Justpervin, You did the lifestyle justice with this in my eyes. You always put care and consideration into Your stories and how they affect others. i could feel her concern, her questioning and confusion about herself. i felt her tear as it came to the edge right before it spilled out. What a wonderful story, and i love how it is written down the page, it gave it strength. Thank You always for posting. huggles and muah's all over da place!  Makes me want to run run run...run right into You!
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so glad you enjoyed and the thought of you panting, a fistful of blonde hair, well thats just a delicious thought now 
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