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Friday, January 12, 2007

fucking on the floor during a depression

cautionary note: age play and pretend non-consensual

I've been depressed, and sex hasn't been important to me. I haven't looked at any porn or thought about sex as often as usual.

But last night, he was meditating, and I was cold and sleepy. I curled up on the floor by the heater, and I felt like I was strongly inhabiting my body.

He stopped meditating. He was hungry and made peanut butter toast, then sat with me on the floor. I reached my hand to his package and touched his balls through his soft gray sitting pants, then his cock too.

, I said, and we smiled. When your dick is small, your balls seem huge, and when your dick is big, your balls seem irrelevant, I said. We laughed, and his cock became large and hard in his pants. I rubbed it. He ate his toast.

Can I have access? I asked. He pulled his pants down and set his toast aside as I rubbed my face on his package. I went down on him quickly and evenly.

He lifted up my shirt and touched my tits. I sucked his dick with gentle enthusiasm. Finish your toast, I said, as I went to the bedroom for condoms and lubricant.

Can we pretend I'm a little girl and you're a nice man who has to rape me? I asked, lying back on the floor. I was wearing a soft sweatshirt and a long brown skirt with no underwear beneath.

Yes, he said.

I felt snuggly and lifted the front of my skirt to expose my cunt. Put lubricant on me, I said. This has become one of my favorite parts of sex lately, when he rubs lubricant onto my cunt. First he puts it on my clit. Then he gets more and puts it at my opening and fucks me with his fingers. He's sudden and slightly rough in a way I like. I start to go into a little trance, but I know there's a lot more where that came from.

I'm here to fuck you, he said. But first you have to suck my dick. He shoved his cock into my mouth, and I sucked it directly, without pretense or guile. The taste of him aroused me. I made small whimpering sounds. The head of his cock was at the back of my throat.

Then he pulled out and touched my tits. You have sexy big tits, little girl, he said. I liked how it felt to lie still, quietly, as he touched me.

I'm going to fuck you now, he said. I like how it felt when he positioned himself between my legs. He was completely naked, but I was still wearing a shirt and sweatshirt, long brown skirt, and socks.

He put on a condom and slipped himself inside of me. I stared up into his face. He held me down by my wrists. Do you want to feel what it's like to be pounded? he asked and fucked me hard. I whimpered some more.

I felt warm and happy, content to pretend I was a young girl. He had his way with me, and I watched his expressions change. I felt the warmth of his skin and the weight of his body. I felt blissfully accommodating.

I'm going to come--you're going to feel me come now, he said, and I listened to him groan as he came inside of me, fucking me hard.

Ten minutes later, when his hands were on my body and I was about to come, strong feelings moved inside of me, and the sadness overwhelmed me as the pleasure grew. I felt like I was going to cry but didn't, and then the moment of coming was a great comfort.


At Saturday, January 13, 2007 9:39:00 AM, Blogger Leon H said...

Simply beautiful.

At Monday, January 15, 2007 9:55:00 PM, Blogger greenlacewing said...

Thank you for reading and for your praise.


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