Sunday, August 17, 2014

Borne this way

I can't help it. Provide me with an ass, and i'll bite it. Until it hurts. Until it REALLY hurts. Until you yell at me. Until you can't stop jerking your backside away from my mouth, and moan out of protest.

Moan. Complain. Protest. Dig in your heels. God...that's what i want to hear. I was just spending the waking moments of our morning satisfying my tactile desire to chomp and bite, but then you insist on whimpering. Do you not know what that does to me?

Moan. Whimper. Appeal to my decency. My humanity. You will soon see how i respond to such protestations. You will soon feel how rigid your verbal rejections of my behavior instills in my groin. This erection, you cannot blame me. This is your fault. I was just biting. I was just nibbling and nuzzling. You chose to paint the air with your withering victimhood. You chose to offer your cries, your rejections.

God...does that resistance stoke the flames in my mind.


KKinDK said...

So glad you're back!

Anonymous said...

You're back! How wonderful to read you again! :)


Lulu said...

Nice to hear from you again.

oatmeal girl said...

You're back?

Or are you like me, popping up for a bit and then disappearing back into your life? Not that you owe us. But I need you...

Hear that last line as a whimper.


Deity said...

@KKinDK Be careful what you're glad for.

Madeleine Let's not put too much into my return. I could've lost my writing skills...

@Lulu Thank you, my dear.

@oatmeal girl Any chance i can get an audio on that whimper?