I realize this isn’t as graphic as what normally winds up on the sub, but I’m still feeling a little weird about being too blunt with terminology and such as I’m still coming out of my shell, so to speak. I only recently discovered this kink within myself, and decided to try writing out a scenario as way to explore and get a more solid handle of what turns me on and what turns me off about it. This is just kind of what came out. I’m sure it needs a lot of work, but it does include a lot of my real life preferences so I thought I’d post it anyway and see what happened. Thanks for any feedback or constructive criticism. I’m always open to suggestions and looking to improve! ?
::Normally he was someone I knew, someone I trusted, but not that night. That night he was a stranger, someone I wouldn’t have recognized and would have been afraid of had I been able to feel him slipping up behind me. I wasn’t even aware of him as I walked along the darkened path, enjoying the solitude and the slight chill in the late night air, relaxing a little more with each step as the dirt path yielded under my feet, a welcome contrast to the unforgiving concrete of the city. It was so quiet, so peaceful, with nothing but my own footfalls and the few animals I could hear to break up the lulling, monotonous drone of the crickets and June bugs.
I don’t know how long I walked, completely oblivious to the pair of eyes that marked my progress, but after awhile I stopped to stretch, just about to turn around and head back when something crashed into me, nearly knocking me down but somehow also holding me up and keeping me from falling at the same time. Instinctively I tried to run, confused, too shocked and panicked even to scream as I registered the vise-like grip that was clamped around my upper arms and the hands that pulled my wrists to my chest. I felt myself being dragged backwards off the path and onto the grass, my feet slipping wildly as they tried to gain purchase on the uneven surface.
By the time he’d gotten me past where anyone could have seen us from the road, I had started trying to fight to make him lose his grip so I could run the minute he let go, but I never got the chance. As soon as we stopped, I barely had time to feel his arms relax from around me before there was a blur of movement and suddenly I was on the ground, struggling violently to push him off me. He was already half straddling me, leaning his weight on one knee against my hip to keep my torso down as he grabbed for my wrists and pinned them like it was nothing. The thing that struck me most as I started to get a good look at him was the sheer size of the man, how much bigger he was than me. How had I not noticed that before? He wasn’t having to put forth a lot of effort to restrain me, he wasn’t even out of breath, and I realized he was just letting me struggle as much as I wanted until I ran out of steam and gave up. He held me in that position for another few seconds until I forced myself to relax, letting him think I’d worn myself out.
Once I quieted he shifted off me a bit, gathering both wrists into one hand as the other one dropped to the bottom of my shirt, sliding underneath it and pushing it up as he went. I twisted away as best I could, trying to bring my arms down as the air hit my skin and his hand played across my tits, stopping on one to roll the nipple between his fingers before pinching down hard to get me to stop pulling away. I stiffened from the pain for a second and then tried to curl up as his hand wandered back toward my waist, but that knee came down again, forcing me flat and digging painfully into my hip to remind me I was not the one in charge. I stopped moving until slowly he let go of my wrists, testing me. It was all I could do to keep still, to not keep fighting, but I knew it would only be a waste of my energy. I needed to get him to relax enough to give me a better opportunity. He had to go for his zipper sometime, right? You needed both hands free to do that and I figured that would be my best chance. I just had to wait for it. I stayed right where I was as he moved down to unfasten my jeans and pull them clear, coming back to play at the edges of my panties before finally pushing two fingers inside, tracing my clit with ever increasing pressure. I didn’t want to, but I could feel myself responding as he did it, a response that only intensified as I felt him slide them into me, working me until I had to fight the urge to move with them instead of against them.
It infuriated me that he was getting me wet and it infuriated me that he knew it now, too. It was like he could sense the tug of war that was starting to happen inside my head and he became relentless, pushing me as far as he could. As much as I tried to hold on, it didn’t take long before I slipped and forgot everything but the feeling he was forcibly building up. Just as I could feel myself tightening around his fingers, so close, he quickly pulled them out again and I felt his mouth near my ear, whispering, “See, I knew you wanted it”. It was like he had thrown a bucket of ice water on me. Abruptly I remembered where I was, what was happening, that I was trying to get away and I started fighting again, redoubling my efforts trying to prove him wrong. His shirt was already off and he held me down with his hand resting on my throat as he unbuttoned his pants and undid the zipper. Damn it. He wasn’t applying any force, not hurting me, just letting me know he could if he wanted to. I was so pissed I ignored it, trying to knock his arm away and fighting to wriggle out from underneath him. I had taken so many self defense classes over the years, I’d thought I was so well prepared for this, but now I suddenly couldn’t remember a damn thing and nothing was working. If anything, the more I tried to fight, the more he seemed to like it. Where it had seemed to annoy him earlier, now he almost seemed amused by my efforts, toying with me, letting me get close to getting away and then easily pinning me again, using every move I made to maneuver me closer to where he wanted me. I tried to sit up as I felt him pull my panties off, only to be pushed right back down by the weight of his hands on my shoulders as he wedged his legs between mine, moving them apart as easily as if I wasn’t resisting at all.
He let me keep fighting until he’d finally had enough and I felt the head of his dick pressing against me, forcing me open, giving me no choice but to let him in. He was stretching me far more than I was used to, entering me roughly and then thrusting against me so hard I felt battered inside within seconds, but at the same time it felt so good. As much as I was trying make him stop, I could feel my muscles starting to contract against my will, to tighten around him with a strength I didn’t know they had until I finally couldn’t take it. Almost involuntarily I shuddered and braced my feet against the ground. He must have thought I was bracing to fight harder when I did that because I felt his hand go back around my throat like a warning, this time pressing just enough to really get my attention. That on its own nearly pushed me over the edge. By then I was dying for him to reposition me, to push my legs together and turn me so he could fuck me from the side, but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing I’d completely given in. Besides, it felt like I was being split in half as it was and for all I knew he’d lose interest and stop if he thought I’d become willing. Besides, it felt like I was being split in half as it was and for all I knew he’d lose interest and stop if he thought I’d become willing. I decided he didn’t need to know and went even harder, trying to push him off and break his hold, purposely provoking him until he had to intensify his grip to keep me in place. Instantly, the world seemed to fall away and vanish. Suddenly there was no us, no ground, no noise, no awareness of anything except for the orgasm that was beginning to race through my body, arching my spine and forcing my head back. I felt him swell and start to spasm against me just as it crescendoed and light exploded behind my eyes.
As I drifted back down and reality gradually started to regain its shape, I tried to remember when exactly I’d stopped hearing the crickets and wondered when I’d lost consciousness of the cold. There were sharp little twigs and dry blades of grass that must have been sticking me the entire time, but I’d never noticed them before now. I could feel him still inside me, catching his breath. I couldn’t resist and clenched down around him one last time, enjoying the sense of his cock slowly releasing its tension until it slipped out on its own. I don’t know what it is but I’ve always loved how that feels, when a man lingers inside for as long as possible after he cums, delaying that inevitable separation until the last possible moment. It’s actually one of my favorite ways to finish off, but he couldn’t have known that. He still thought it was only for himself.
I reluctantly dragged my eyes open a few seconds later as the last of the heat we’d created began to dissipate, allowing the chill to set in. I looked around and was relieved to see that he hadn’t left when he’d gotten up, that he’d kept his word and was still there, just waiting for me to recover and catch up. When we’d been in the planning stages, working out the details and laying our respective ground rules, I had asked him if he’d mind staying for a bit afterwards to make sure everything was ok. Now I was grateful I’d had the foresight to request that in the contract. I’d told him he could be as aggressive as he wanted during the assault itself, but that once it was all said and done I’d prefer he didn’t just get up and leave me to shake it off on my own. With it being my first time doing something like this, I had no way to predict how I was going to react and I didn’t want to chance it going badly. As it turned out, I had thoroughly enjoyed the experience but the intensity made me glad I wasn’t alone during the come down. I was still feeling the after-effects of the adrenaline rush and I couldn’t seem to stop shaking. We talked for awhile while it wore off, giving me time to re-acclimate, then gathered our clothes and started back toward our cars. Along the way I spotted the shoe I’d realized was missing as we’d been getting dressed, close to the path we’d started on. I’d been so caught up that hadn’t even felt it come off…
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