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The power of a firm, guttural "Sit. Down." to quiet an overthinker's brain and remind them the order of things cannot be overstated.
the other night i was giving bf a handjob and he stopped me, put my hand over his, and started stroking himself telling me âi want you to feel how i do it when i think about youâ && havenât stopped replaying that memory ever since
when he finally bottoms out inside of you and lets out such a low, ragged and almost desperate sound that makes it known heâs been waiting for this alllllllll day
This isn't a blow job...
When He grabs my hair & shows me the rhythm He prefers, I don't hesitate. This isn't a blow job. This is him fucking my mouth. There is a difference. With a blow job, I'm in control. When He fucks my mouth, He is. The head of his cock hits the back of my throat with every thrust, and I take it. I take it because it's what He wants. Because I want what He wants.
This was stupid. Rules were stupid.
Why did he think she liked doing as she was told?
Just because she did it all the time didnât mean she liked it.
Well, not that much, anyway. Sometimes she didnât.
Wear this. Say that. Kneel here. Legs open. Mouth open.
Okay, maybe some of the rules and things he said to do werenât so bad.
But needing to ask to touch herself?
That was too far. Sometimes.
Today was one of the times.
Why was he always unavailable the times when she needed him most?
Today she had nothing else to do and today she was needy.
Was he there to say yes?
No. No he was not.
So she sat and squirmed and thought about how stupid the rules were some more.
Stupid. Stupid she wasnât allowed to touch. Her cunt was right there. Right there!
And he wasnât here.
What was stopping her?
That gave her pause.
Wasnât as if he was watching, right?
Wasnât as if he would even know, right?
Right?
Right.
Itâd be a secret. Itâd be fine. Heâd never know.
And the fact sheâd looked around just after thinking that didnât mean anything.
She was going to do it. She was!
Really!
Just had to open her legs and so it. Easy.
He had made her wear the skirt and no underwear. Itâd be easy.
So why couldnât she do it?
Because the rule said she had to ask.
Because she was a good girl and obeyed her rules.
But he wouldnât know!
But she would. And she would tell him.
That made her sit still for a second.
Even alone. Even this desperate. Even with her cunt right there. She couldnât.
She wasnât allowed. And she knew it.
Rules were stupid but they were the rules.
Squeezing her thighs together she checked to see if maybe heâd replied yet.
Not yet.
This was stupid. Rules were stupid.
But she was a good girl, and good girls obeyed.