#sciapod rables

[sciapod]

Do you?

Do you ever just… miss him pressing his dick against the back of your throat? The back of it, and not down it, because his shaft is so thick that you haven't yet learned to open up enough to take it?

Do you ever miss him spreading your lips apart and mouth wide open before he spits in it and then presses your head back down over his dick? 

Do you ever miss when you choke on his thickness, tasting the sourness from your gut forcing its way up through your system? But then amidst your sickening sense of yourself he says, “You're doing so well. You're so good,” and you can't help but smile up at him like a little child who thought they did so wrong, but then was told that actually, in fact, they did just right?

Do you ever miss feeling so gross and used and vulnerable, but a moment after you're hauled up into his arms as he sighs your name? And then just holds you against his chest as his legs spasm and you realize he's actually clinging to you, using you to hold himself stable from the orgasm you just gave him? 

[sciapod]

Dining on wine and oatmeal in bed. Who defines luxury?