Please… (I can’t stop thinking pt.2)

I think we both know where I want you. I need you: I feel a deep insatiable desire for my cunt to be filled with your thickness. It may be tight to start with, but I trust you to move slowly, to care for me. Make sure that I’m okay. But then- I expect you to begin to fuck me. I don’t need love-making. I need heavy aggressive fucking; I need to know your utter biological need to be as deep inside me as you can possibly be. I want you to ignore my cries of pain, you know I like being hurt. I like being scratched, bitten and fucked to oblivion. If I’m sore the next day, or the next days, it will be a pleasant memory of your intense craving for my sweet cunt. I’ll cherish the bruises, nurse the scratches and daydream about the next time I can have your hard cock in my mouth, and what it might lead to..

I wish you were here with me. I crave your attentions. I want to know what you’d do to me: how you’d fuck me.

A xoxo

P.s. I found this extra paragraph from my previous post while digging through google drive. Enjoy! I think I’m going to get back into writing..

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ad6tzg/please_i_cant_stop_thinking_pt2