There she was, frail little bowed legs. The shy kind of girl that wears leggings under her skirt. Extra padding to hide her juicy lower mandibles.
After we started dating and I got to know her more, I found out she was into abusive talk.
So as I’m dicking her down, slapping her face and spitting into her mouth, I start talking down to her.
*No one will ever love you. You’re like a stray animal in the streets covered in disease.*
I can feel her clenching, getting tighter.
*Look at you, filth. You don’t deserve the air that you breathe!*
As I cover her mouth and nose, her eyes open up, a brief glimpse of fear.
When I let go, I see her lungs suck in that air. Color starts returning to her face. She is dripping.
Scent fills the room, what’s this? A snack. A little tootsie roll involuntarily slid out. She’s embarrassed, cheeks blushing. A gift from the heavens. I eat it, I recognize this taste, ma girl been downing hummus lately, garlic hummus.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/r6ufgp/abuse_talk_mf