Warning: This story is entirely about casual yet wholesome rape.
This small collection of stories is a love letter to my favorite sex toy. I met her when she was 22 and all she knew of sex was slow missionary and the ineffectual humping of a puppy-dog college boyfriend. She was shy, sweet and oh so bashful about anything naughty until I tied her hands to my headboard and forcibly ate her out at the end of our first date. She tried to say no, but the sound that actually left her mouth was a groan. She came in fourteen licks, while I was still warming up my tongue, and when she caught her breath afterwards all she could do was look at me and blush at how hard she had gotten off. That’s how we met, and that pretty much set the tone for how sex would be for the rest of the relationship.
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