Passed around, hands lingering, pressing inside me, in my cunt, my ass, my mouth. On my face, my tits, my lips, caressing, slapping, hitting.
Hours upon hours, until I’m coated in a sheen of sweat, spit, piss, and cum. Until every inch of me hurts yet cries for more. Nipples stiff, raw, chapped. Lips swollen and split. Covered in a beautiful sea of purple, blue, and black.
The hands won’t stop, and I won’t tell them too. Loved, loved no matter the cost, all the attention on me, smothering me, drowning me in it. I don’t know how many men, how many dozens. I don’t care, I’m numb, but I embrace my spiral, as I’m taken again and again.
A puddle of white dripping from me, holes gaped, fucked out, barely able to stand. I smile, whimpering.
“More”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/gjqx0o/a_sea_of_hands_mf
I’d say to try for something just a little more substantial, in the future. No shade on the style! I just wouldnt consider this a “story” more like a “snippet” or some such.
Just spent some time reading more of your stuff… yr a great writer! I can tell it’s real for you, there’s a visceral immediacy to your style that’s quite engrossing. Well done.
I enjoyed it