She wakes.
She is hot, restless, and aware.
Of her wanting cunt.
She remembers. Cunt control.
And, day two has only just begun.
Three days. An eternity.
She moves closer to the man beside her.
He moves his arm to accommodate her and says,
“I have just opened the window.”
“Let’s pull back a blanket.”
“What’s the time?”
“Maybe, nearly seven.”
“But, it is still dark.”
She brings the alarm clock closer to her face.
“It is 4.45.”
“Let’s go back to sleep.”
She lays there. It’s not going to happen.
Her body is just one big, pulsating, forbidden cunt.
She gets up. She writes.
Anything to distract herself.
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And you can't cheat, can you? He's right there...
ReplyDeleteSometimes... especially now... especially in the spring... I think I'll cheat. He won't know, he's not here, I don't have to tell him...
Except he would. He would know. He would write me the next morning and I'd know he knew. And that I wouldn't enjoy the punishment one single bit.
So I give up the idea of cheating and sink into the pleasure of being that much under his evil sadistic thumb.
Just think how much you'll finally enjoy cumming!
Oatmeal Girl:
ReplyDeleteHow lovely to see you over at my place! Thank you for visiting.
I agree with everything you said, one hundred per cent.
Indeed, he would know, but even if he did not, *I* would know and then I'd feel a failure. In the end, it's a bit of a mind fuck! LOL
But, having said all that, if you have any advice as to how to keep one's mind off the 'need', please do share. The house is spotless, and the laundry up to date. I could edit a story or two, but guess what they are all about?