You like to use me.
To put me down there. To keep me down there.
You know you hurt me tonight? My cunt hurts. Bad.
I know, I knew it would hurt, that’s partially why I did it.
But I mean, really hurt. Every stroke burned, I feel bruised.
Good, I wanted that. I wanted to fuck you, so I did. I wanted it to hurt you, and I didn’t care if it would. Your cunt is there for me to use.
I’m not complaining. I loved it. I hated it. It really hurt.
I’m going to fuck you, and it’s going to hurt. This is mine.
If you had stopped I would have been sad.
I wasn’t going to stop.
What if I safe-worded?
Then we would negotiate. If I’m going to stop fucking you just because you hurt, it has to really hurt. And then I need to get something else instead. You’d be sucking me off right then, and probably getting hurt some other way.
I never safe word, I want to be good, I only do it if you’re hurting my RSI.
Exactly. That’s why I have to pay such close attention to your body. You refuse to stop.
I like to give up and take the pain.
I like to give it to you.
I don’t like it though.
That is perfect. You are perfect. Hurting you makes me so happy.
I want to make you happy. And I want it to feel good.
That’s why I hurt you. I feel how swollen this is. But you’re still sopping wet. I can push three fingers in and I feel your cunt walls gripping me, and your juices let me slip in like that, and you say you hurt but you still keep your legs open. Does this hurt?
Do you want me to stop?
You just want to do whatever I tell you to.
Does it hurt more now? And now?
Good. Now I’m going to make it really hurt.
And he fucked me, and I cried, and it hurt so bad, and he came in me, and I was so far down there, I was upset he stopped fucking me. The night didn’t end there.