Background: I’ve been having the best sex of my life since I started dating this guy 7 months ago. It’s so good that I can hardly stay on track with my real goals in life, lol. We just fucked and as soon as I got home I wrote this in a matter of 20 minutes. It is essentially an account of what our sex feels like in my mind. I’m not sure if I should show him or let it remain unspoken between us…so I’m posting it here.
I have always been fascinated by the stories about characters tricking other characters to catch and eat them. I remember enjoying those stories as little as 4 years old. Examples include the Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing, Hansel and Gretle, and Little Red Riding hood. I did not know these were sexual feelings, but I felt an excitement in the pit of my stomach when I read these. I felt an awareness to the vulnerability of my own belly and thighs, and thought about what it would feel like if someone wanted to eat me.
As I hit puberty, this excitement morphed into something more explicit. I loved the books about the vampire men who simultaneously fell in love and thirsted for the vulnerable girls’ blood. To feel scared yet utterly chained by your lust for the seductive hunter was my constant fantasy. I longed for someone to lure me in so they could tie me up. I was conscious of my breasts; they were full and perky and I felt when they were out of my shirt I was fully exposed and left to my hunter’s devises. My nipples become hard and ache to be noticed; so sensitive that if they were tugged I would be at his mercy.
It wasn’t until I met a man who hunts that these feelings became so actualized I wasn’t sure if I could even stay away if I wanted to. To an extent I know I have a choice, but my body is enslaved. I don’t follow the rules around him. He is an animal, and he is always hungry. I can sense that through my skin, he doesn’t need to say it. He wants me to put up a fight sometimes to remind me I’ll always lose, and he owns me. I do not say it but he knows by the look in my eyes that I am in his disposal.
When I go to him it is like a magnet. His face is something chiseled by the gods; masculine brow, nose, and jaw—the only thing soft enough to trust are his long eyelashes. When he feels in power, which is often, he takes to it happily. When he is hungry he moves closer to me, and I let him. I love to feel wanted and a part of his orb. He might use this to his advantage. He asks something sweet of me, to kiss or caress. I cannot say no. If he tugs on my nipple, it’s over.
He does not usually ask, but instructs me to touch his penis. The heaviness, warmth, and shape of it feels good in my hand. The more he enjoys it the more I worship it. When my clothes come off, I am exposed—he can fuck me if he wants to. If I am sucking him and he puts his fingers inside of me I am forced to do what I am told. If he puts it into my asshole, which is so tender and sensitive, I feel that he is exerting himself over me. His hand on my head makes me feel safe.
When he fucks me I can feel myself surrender. Sometimes it is intense; not quite painful, but enough for me to cry out. He is cautious of me but not enough to sacrifice his own pleasure, and I respect him for that. I open up for him a little more and relax into it. The pain fades and the reward is so sweet. I crave his cum. Right before his release his penis is so hard and red-hot, and I can feel the liquid hit my insides. I crave it so much I start to salivate. I think he can sense this because he usually can’t hold on much longer at that point.
I let him go until he has had his fill. He grunts and thrusts into me like a kind of beast. I bite him to prolong his stamina; putting up a fight. He is like a cat with his mouse; he wants to play with me for a while before he finishes me off. He can feel me giving him my power and he laughs. It seems partly triumphant and partly to humiliate me. I’ll never forget when he told me to “shut the fuck up,” after I had been moaning, and he smothered my head with his hand to focus on fucking me as hard as he could. *I’ll do whatever you say,* I thought.
If he comes he might then decide to pleasure me. Even in this act I am his prey. He holds my hips to his mouth like I am his dinner. He eats, enjoying himself. He holds my clit into his mouth and sucks on it like a snake. His hand reaches up my body to twist my nipple, knowing this is my weakness. He continues this and I cum hard. He does not come off until I push his head and then I can see his hard meat and I know he is hungry again. He gets to have me again because he pleasured me. I might be tired but I take him anyway. I cannot resist.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9xzomv/fm_i_am_his_prey
Hot. As. Fuck!!!!!