Part 7

He’d ask me to deep throat his cock until he pulled out and ejaculated all over my pretty face- I’d happily oblige and lick it off my fingertips.

We fucked as often as we could, anywhere we could. :) I started packing towels and sheets in my car to help with quick cleanup of the gallons he’d drain from my squirting pussy, it was a lot. I had to drink so much water those days. He’d take me in front of the mirror to see my expressions as I came, he’d lay me down and put his whole weight into thrusting inside me, he’d cuff me, blindfold me, use toys, everything in his power to own that pussy.

And he did. He does. It’s still his. Actually, he fucked me so hard he dislocated my hip- a problem that 8 years later is still very real and still... oddly sexy. Every time I hurt, I think of all this and I shiver a little bit with pleasured memories. I should go to the hospital and get that fixed. I’m currently not single and we recently got back in touch—- wish me luck.