The soft scrap of his buzzed haircut rubs the side of my face raw. It's an irritation I don't dare turn it away from. The smell of sex , musk & lubricant, fills my nose, so i switch to moaning from my mouth
He likes it when I make noise, even if it's more for his benifit than any real reaction to anything he's doing between my legs.
Fingers bruise the skin on my wrists as easily as they can crush the delicate flesh of a peach. Fingers that once were cause for delight but now cause nothing but devastation.
Vic's movements quicken at my strangled cry until he drives into me at an unrelenting pace. I lift my hips in time with his,...
if only to stoke to life a spark guaranteed to burn away the nothingness my existence has become. Anything to forget.
Each of his cock mixes pleasure & pain until I don't know how to differentiate one from other.
Until they blend into the fathomless darkness I've come to know & love.
I reach for it, yearning for it to wrap me in it's bleak comfort....
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