**Note:**
_I write these as soon as Master is done using me. I like to keep the memories fresh. While perhaps difficult to believe for some, not a single detail is exaggerated. I try to articulate it the best I can, but every last thing he does to me in these stories happened verbatim, usually within the hour._
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Tonight I begged him to fuck me like the desperate slut I am. He came home late, the smell of beer on his breath. I was drenched after being alone; he’d been busy all day and out all night. We started making out and I begged to be fucked. He told me to open my legs, but he was on top of me, straddling my legs and preventing me from moving them, a cruel smile on his face.