Wanton Pain Slut – Memoir

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Wanton Pain Slut – MemoirShe phones me from her car – travelling home to an empty house with an empty heart.‘I…I don’t want to go home…’‘Come to mine… don’t be alone.’I want to be kind to her, protect her…* Ryde Harbour… Ryde Harbour at night:We talk of Schopenhauer, Nietzsche, Ayn Rand… she talks of the artists.Her auburn hair blows gently across her elegant features in the chill November breeze – she is beautifulAndShe is… wanton.I want to be kind to her, protect her…The yachts rock gently against their moorings; the water rippling.Beyond lies the old pavilion now a bowling alley and beyond that the town rising gradually up on the easy slopes.She kisses me catching me unawaresAnd I in turn catch her hand.I see the yachts tugging gently against their moorings.I see the dark water canlı bahis rippling in the sodium lights.I see it all, the town and everything as on canvas, but not as an artist would have it, frozen in timeBut Rather as alive and dynamic painted in moving colours upon the canvas of oblivion.I look at her:Tall and willowy.I want to be kind to her, protect her…* Her blue eyes are plaintive.I press my mouth softly against hers.I want to be kind to her, protect her… ‘Strip.’She says nothing… merely obeys.I want to be kind to her, protect her…I grasp her fine breasts – I maul her roughly.I pinch her nipples.‘Come with me.’I want to be kind to her, protect her…* She is naked face down on the bed.She had told me – defied me – that she would not cry.She did not say that she would not surrender.I bahis siteleri wanted to be kind to her, protect her… protect her from myselfButThat was never to be.The cane is in my hand… power… absolute power.Her pale legs are longAndHer back is liberally spotted with moles – a myriad of beguiling islands upon an exquisite ivory sea.I raise the cane and bring it down like the first drop of rain in a summer shower lightly upon the twin peaches of her cheeks.She says nothing and hardly stirs.Again I guide it down, harder.The drops become a shower.She begins to twist and gasp.The shower becomes a storm.She writhes and squeals but does not sob.Her beautiful white buttocks are now a palette of crimson.I cane her hard, very hard and with cruel intent once more.She pulls her long legs up to güvenilir bahis her quivering body and pushes herself up onto her elbows – the pain is over.She throws herself at my body in her moment of surrender.I can be kind now.I take her fine head in my arms and stroke her long hair.She is mine now.I comfort her and then lower her to the mattress.Her blue eyes are sad.On her back I make her grip the supports of the frame such that her sexy arms are stretched out.I pull her legs apart and force my head betwixt her thighs.She is shaved.I thrust my fingers into her cuntAndSuck and lick her clit.I squeeze her tits roughly.I pump her slowly at first then gradually faster – I keep my tongue in time.Steadily I increase the pace.I feel the spasms grip my fingers – I merely thrust more strongly.She cries out as though in pain… cries out my name.I do not stop… I cannot stop.Time after time she comes… time after time she screams.She is a wanton womanAndI am addicted to her… utterly and absolutely…

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