Filed under: Session
the room was almost pitch black with thin lines of parking lot lights creeping through the black out curtains of the room. i was nervous laying nearly naked beside him. his hand grazed my skin and the nerves struck even more. i wasn’t certain i was ready for this and that meant to some degree coming out of my dark spot. i was functioning like person should but inside i was torn apart. if you really paid attention to me you would notice i was focusing too much on the easiest of tasks and that my hands were shaking every so slightly. i was trying to fool the world i wasn’t in a dark place and yet who was i fooling?
he kept the soft touches and this went on for longer than it really should. usually i was “on” within seconds. i was worried his patience would be worn thin and i almost felt the vibe of him getting ready to give up. for a moment i just felt him touching me and finally it clicked. my breathing was growing heavier and it felt so nice to feel that again with him.
his hand moved down between my legs. he rubbed my thin panties and my hand pressed his harder against the fabric. i was vulnerable but i was on and i wanted to feel that oneness with him. my hand reached down to feel his hardness and once i feel him, it’s mere moments before he crawls between my legs pushing them apart and pushing inside of me. it’s always that first push that makes me crazy along with the slight hurt of being stretched to accommodate him. i held on to him tight, i wanted the closeness with him. this time, this moment it felt so emotionally intense for me. he was caring for me, loving me and it was what i needed to snap out of this sexual recession.
Filed under: Deviant Dreams
warning: the following is a Deviant Dreams post, read at your own risk.
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i was walking to the front door. the key slid in the slot and i unlatched the lock that i fastened quite some time ago. i assumed he would have found some kind of nourishment that i had left in the house. i swung the door open and skimmed what i could see. the air was stale and yet everything still in it’s place.
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i headed towards the back of the house where my bedroom waited. i scanned the hallways, the bathroom and the other rooms for any sign of disturbance or even life.
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i entered the room and paused at the door way. i stood there quiet and still. i listened intently for a peep, a jingle, a slight movement. nothing. i started to wonder if he was even alive. did he let himself die in that dreary and dark closet in my absence?
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my hand against the cracked door of the closet. i couldn’t make out any movement within. i didn’t smell death either. i let my hand rest on the smooth fake wood. i could make out a faint sucking in of breath. the corner of my mouth twitched into a slight grin.
i pushed the door open till the light fell upon his squinting face. he looked emaciated, somewhat dirty and very uncared for. yet, the grin upon my face grew even more. i stared into his eyes and read him. i could see his happiness, his dedication, his knowing who exactly he belonged to.
i watched him rub his eyes. the collar still affixed with the shiny “V” gleaming and dangling proudly. his hands fell to his side and he almost started to move forward and stopped. i watched the battle go on in his mind as to what to do. was it forgetfulness or rebellion? it was hard to make out. he fell back on his feet and starred up at me waiting.
