The Pleasure Pain Divide

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” His hand glided between my thighs; I was the wettest I’d ever been and I needed him to hurt me more.

I have a strange relationship to pain in that I’m scared of it but crave it. A bit like when I used to do the couch to 5K running program… I’d love the idea of going for a run, hate the thing itself but love the way I felt afterwards. Actually, scratch that, I never craved going for a run. I’m not that much of a masochist!

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Lazy Fucks

He spooned round me, holding me tight against his chest until I woke up. I opened my eyes, his hard cock pressing insistently at the base of my spine, just nestling against my buttocks.

I stretched and he pounced, “I’m going to fuck you now.”

As he leant back over, I couldn’t resist smacking his arse. It was in reach and in my eyeline. He stiffened slightly and turned back to glare at me, one eyebrow slightly raised. I grinned back, giving him a wide-eyed look of innocence. We both knew it wouldn’t cut it, but it was fun anyway. Continue reading “Lazy Fucks”