"good morning"

i feel his hand slide over to my side of the bed, his body weight shifting over the spring mattress. his strong hand slides up my thigh, gripping my ass. "morning, honey," i say, and turn towards him. "mmmmm," is all he says, as if his mind was too clouded by desire to even be able to utter words. he kisses me, my neck, my collar bones, his lips and tongue gliding across my tender skin. i wrap my leg around him, and push the blankets out of the way. he pulls me hard toward him, in his aggressive titan way. i am instantly wet, feeling his masculine energy swallow me. his large strong hands glide all over me, gripping me, touching me, holding me, our bodies pressed together tightly. i feel his cock between my legs, just grazing over my glistening lips. i thrust toward it, wanting so badly to feel it harder against me and inside me. he grabs my hips and turns me over effortlessly.

"you've been a bad girl, haven't you?" he says. i'm surprised he's now able to speak.

"yes, very bad," i say in a little voice.

"mmm, very naughty..." he utters gruffly, and hold me down with my ass in the air. smack! i feel his hand spank me hard across my ass, i cry out softly as the tingling pain shoots through my ass. again and again he spanks me.

"yes! very bad!" i encourage my punishment. my whole body comes alive as my ass is reddened by his heavy hand. the pain, it's almost too much, but i can't move, and i am so turned on. i feel tingling, almost like my body is full of champagne, bubbling beneath my skin. my skin becomes dewey, my nipples harder than rocks.

"you ready to learn your lesson, bad girl?"

"yes! yes! teach me!" i am so wet now that i can feel the warm wetness dripping down the inside of my thigh. 

he spreads my legs and straddles me from behind. "you ready to learn your lesson?" he asks me again.

"yes! i'm ready! i want it!"

he strokes my pussy with his hard cock, rubbing it hard against me. i lean into it, wanting him to fuck me so badly. he continues to tease me, pushing it against me, inside me only and inch, rubbing it hard against my clit. 

"please!" i beg, "please, i need it!"

"you need this dick?" he says, taunting me.

"yes! yes!"

"put your arms behind your back." 

i do immediately. at this point, i would do anything for his dick to be inside of me. he grabs my wrists, and pulls me up, so that i'm only touching the bed with my knees. my ass is pressing hard against him. his cock pushes hard into me. i gasp in relief and ecstasy. he plunges so deep inside me with his long, thick cock. i feel like i could almost pass out, it feels so good. i don't care about the discomfort in my shoulders, my arms being pinned behind my back, and my wrists being gripped tightly in his hands. i just want him inside me, harder and faster. my wish comes true, and he proceeds to fuck me harder and faster. the room is filled with the sound of him sliding in and out of me and the smell of our bodies sweating and grinding. i feel the orgasm building inside of me, swelling and pulsing.

i begin to moan and tremble uncontrollably. he pounds me harder, grunting occasionally. i start to cum, harder than i can ever imagine possible. my moans turn into wails and screams. i'm feeling too good to be self-conscious about it. i don't care who hears, or what they think. my wet hot pussy grips around his throbbing hard cock, and i feel myself cumming all over it. the warm fluid courses out of me and over him, coating his cock and dripping down his balls. he moans too, and fuck me as hard as he can, sweaty and hot. he cums just after i do, his thick wet cum filling me, his cock pulsing, and going limp inside me, bathed in our fluids. he finally lets go of my wrists, and collapses on top of me. 

submission pt. 1

We met at a bar. I was there alone. I had been drinking with a few friends, and they had left not long ago. I chose to stay, as I was really enjoying a new wine I'd discovered, and was sipping on my second glass. It was a chilly day, early in the winter in New York when the cold blankets the bundled New Yorkers with so many hats and scarves. I was sitting there at the corner of the long bar, my legs dangling from my bar stool. The bar was loosely populated with a range of young professionals, mostly men, having a drink or many after a long day. A number of men had glanced my direction, and a few had tried to strike up conversation, but I wasn't in much of a mood for flirting that night. For some reason, I noticed him as soon as he came in the door. He hung is coat and scarf on a rack and put up his cap. He was wearing a collared shirt and slacks with a tie. I figured he must have just left work, but it was already after 10. What kind of paper-pusher works this late? I thought. He sat down one bar stool away from me, and ordered, "Scotch. Double. Neat." I looked at him without turning my head his way, wondering why he'd chosen to sit by me, and more importantly, why I was so interested in this stranger. He was not the kind of guy I'd normally be attracted to. As an artist, I'm more fond of the lanky artsy musician types, with messy hair, thrift store clothing, and a head full of strange ideas. This guy was very clean cut. Sharply trimmed blonde hair, blue eyes, shaven face, tall and muscular. 


When his drink arrived, he turned to me and raised his glass, "Cheers," he said. I clinked my wine glass against his scotch glass, and said, "Cheers," smiling curiously. We started chatting. His name was Rob. He was a young lawyer, 32 and just getting going in a major firm. He'd just left his office, working late on a big case.


Talking to him was easy. Very easy. I had more wine than I should have, and he had a number of scotches but appeared unaffected. "Want me to walk you home?" I laughed. "I don't live around here." We were downtown Manhattan, where the cost to rent for a month would be greater than half a years income for me. "I live in Brooklyn, I'm going to catch a train." "Really?" he said. "A bit late for that, don't you think?" I looked at my watch, it was after 3 in the morning. "Yeah, but I'll be okay." I stood and put on my coat and scarf. He went and put on his outer layers as well, and we walked out together. "At least let me put you in a cab." I knew it would be a 40-something dollar cab ride. "I'll pay for it." I, being overly proud and indignant, refused. "No, the train will be fine." We walked down the block and I shivered in the cold wind. He put his arms on my shoulders. "Taleah. Please. It's freezing. My place is right around the corner. Just spend the night, and you can leave in the morning." I looked at him questioningly. "I promise. No fast moves." I laughed, and conceded. "Okay, okay. Only because it's so cold..." He put his arm around me and we walked another block, and a doorman showed us into his building. In the elevator, he leaned forward and kissed me. He kissed very softly, tenderly, and gently slid his hand over the back of my head. "I thought you said no fast moves," I said and smiled. He smiled back and said, "Oh, did I say that?" and kissed me again, my lashes fluttering against his face.




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