I remember the feeling quite distinctly. It’s hard not to. It was so overwhelming. So all – consuming. I revelled in it. Ignoring the destruction it brought, both to me and to her. The lengths she’d go to, just to please me. The desperation in her eyes to make me cum. To fill her throat with my burning seed. Or to spill myself all over her magnificent chest. As if her life depended on it.
I guess it did, in some way. I was her lifeline. Her last attempt at clinging to a life rooted in reality, before she’d give in to her own delusions. She was fundamentally flawed. But beautifully so. I was a fool to believe I could save her from herself. It is what drove me to her. It is also what drove me away in the end. She had pushed me away so many times I lost count somewhere after the twenty – second fight and third break-up in four months time. She reeled me back in every time. She knew it was the only way to make me stay. She knew I craved it.
She’d pick a fight for the sole purpose of leaving me and coming back in tears, begging me to take her back. And to take her. She’d show up at my doorstep wearing nothing under her woolen coat. As soon as I open the door, she’d push me against the hallway wall, drop her coat and fall to her knees. Still sobbing, she’d unzip my fly, her nipples pointing up at me, rock hard from the freezing cold and her own arousal. And she’d choke herself on my cock.
The things she’d do to me. The things she’d do to herself. She loved me. She hated me. She hated herself. She was narcissistic as fuck. And rightfully so. The sweetest cunt I ever tasted. Perfectly complimented by her salty tears. I can still taste it on the back of my tongue after all these years.
It was the epitome of dom-sub reversal. She submitted to me so willingly, I was the one forced to take care of her. And take care of her hard. It had nothing to do with control from my part. I had none. She forced control over her body onto me, in the same way she’d force her body onto me. She’d keep me hard for hours, trying to make me cum, not wanting me to cum. Wanting me to make her cum. So that’s what I did. By doing what she wanted: trying to take control from her, over her.
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