He told me to own all my embarrassing little secrets, so here’s one I’ll share: I have cum in my ass. Right now.
I can’t feel it or anything, but I know it’s there because he put a plug in me before any of it could get out. A subtle and yet painfully indelible act of control. He was gentle about that part though, softened by that post orgasmic drug that seems to change men in an instant. He’s not the sort to sleep after or lose interest, he doesn’t retreat to his phone; he gets clever and strangely affectionate.
Meanwhile, I felt like I’d been poured onto the bed, exhausted and liquid as he lifted my hips and kneaded my thigh and kissed along the curve of my ass. I craved him mindlessly in that moment, and he left me with a reminder of the wanton version of me that he’d nurtured into existence.
It’s weird being so aware of cum I can’t see, can’t feel. I don’t know if it’s a lot or a little, just that it’s in me. Hmm…