Just a short story I wrote last night when I couldn’t sleep.

I constantly think about how your throat feels in my hands and how beautiful your eyes are as they roll back into your beautiful skull and your brain becomes so oxygen-deprived that you could give a fuck less about the stresses of life. I constantly think about your tears as they stream down your face from the pleasurable pain of overstimulation… I slowly lick them from your cheek… the sight of your tears turn me on more than you can imagine; the taste even more so. Words cannot describe the beauty of your trembling body as it lay helplessly drenched in every ounce of my love. I’ll forever crave the sweet Angelic sound of your screams as you beg for mercy…my god you’re so cute! The deep red marks I’ve left on you are a constant reminder of who you belong to. I feel your heart race from within as you tense up around me; your nails ripping through the outer layer of my back as if tearing me apart would free the beast within me.

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