This happened a few days ago, as we were laying outside in my hammock. It was the evening, and we were desperate to get away for some alone time. We were out in the open when he grabbed my face and pressed his lips into mine. His beard was digging into the skin around my lips, rubbing it raw and claiming what was rightfully his. His fingers were digging into my cheeks as I turned to press my body into his.
It didn’t matter where we were, or what we were doing, when he wants me, I give him me, and that was to be made clear to me today.
“Now, be a good girl and open your legs.” He commands. His hot breath is on my lips as they are reaching to return to his. I noticed his tone was hard as I pulled away, my eyes widened and were pouring into his, I was internally begging him not to ask this of me. But there was another part of me that wanted it so bad. I snapped my thighs shut and curled into the blankets surrounding us, burying my face in shame. I couldn’t let him do this, not in my hammock where anyone could walk by, where anyone could see.