Repressed Sexual Thoughts

The Day I Sold My Soul For It
2003-05-18 @ 10:08 a.m.

I got so wet thinking of you the other day. I was thinking of your cock, and how it used to feel inside of me. I wanted to be fucked again like a punishment -- fucked until the blood rushed past my head and took me someplace else.

I remember when I last saw you. You were sitting there, waiting in my living room. I shivered as you got up. You walked over to me and grabbed me by the arm because you knew I liked it rough. Then you told me to take my clothes off. So I did, and so did you. You approached me with a brutal, muscular erection. I was so hungry for it. But, you had one request. "Do you want this?" You said, holding your stiff cock in a mocking fashion. "Yes," I said. "How much do you want it?" You said. "Show me how much you want me to fuck you."

You had made this motion before, and I knew just what to do for you. I sat on the floor and spread my legs, exposing my pink wetness. Then, I fingered myself, in and out, making wet noises as I went. "Faster," you said. And my fingers went in and out, faster and faster, with the muscles of my pussy closing tightly around my fingers. I kept going faster, until I finally came.

"Good girl," you said. "Now get on all fours." I did, and I moaned when I felt your cock slide into me. "Yes," you said. "You like it." I was moaning, begging for more. You were my master, my sex god. I was kneeling at your altar, begging to be fucked again and again and again. "Tell me you like it," you said. "I love it!" I cried out, in tears. "Fuck me! Oh god, Fuck me!" I was willing to do anything just to have you push your cock into my pussy again and again forever. "I'm your slave!" I moaned. I wanted you to fuck my soul.

Then, before you came, you made me suck your cock. I knelt down to you worshipfully and took you into my mouth, all the way down my throat. I sucked on you, and I drank your semen like I was dying of thirst.

Now, I'm thirsty again.

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