Round 1
We had a bigger fight. We didn´t yell, we didn´t mash things up. It went for weeks. We were trying to sort things out but it felt so hard. I was frustrated. We were in a point where we had to start all over. We promised that we would do that because we loved each other such a magical way despite all the arguments and tears…. Still there were lots of doubts; are we going to make it?
One evening my head was full of all that shit that went through in our relationship but I was also horny as a guinea pig. My frustration took me over. I didn´t want to lose him, I didn´t want our love to be buried under this meaningless shit. I took a deep breath and texted him:
“I´m horny. Can you come over and f**k me?”
Earlier that week we agreed that some time a part would make us see the situation on another point of few. Well, it did. We sure didn´t know that that point of few is going to be filled with sweat, tears of joy, multiple orgasms and finding ourselves and each other such a beautiful and new way. I took ages to get an answer from him (about 10 minutes).
“I´m packing things up. I´m coming soon as possible.”.
I was losing it! Is he really coming? I was sure that he had some other plans but no. F**k, YES! The whole time that he travelled to my place we sent dirty messages and pictures to each other. I told him that I really need a good f**k cause I was so tired all the things that were going around in my head. My panties were soaking wet when he finally turned his key in my lock. We knew it when we looked each others eyes. We have a chance to make things work. The fire, lust and love were still there but there was something more. Something, that we couldn´t point out. Not just yet. We were ready to break those walls that had been between us and get completely naked. And I don´t mean clothes, I mean souls.
He kissed me the way he never ever had before. There was so much passion and yearning in those lips and tongue that I almost cum. He was a changed man. I was a changed woman. I saw the power that he absorbed from everything that was around us; the candles, clean sheets, all the toys that I had put on the table…
He fu*ed me four hours. He teased me, pulled my hair, smacked my ass with his hands and whip so hard that it left marks. He listened to my whispers that changed to screams and sighs that got bigger when he teased me near to orgasm over and over again. He spat on my pussy multiple times because he saw what a rush that filthy act did to me. He used almost every toy and went through every centimeter of my body. He didn´t listen me at all. He make me beg and punished if I didn´t do as I was told. He forced me to look in his eyes while he put his hands around my throat. He tied me up that I wasn´t able to move any parts of my body and when he released me he order me to bend over and show him what was his with help of my hands..
I was humiliated, I was sore, I didn´t even know my name, see straight or what he sometimes did to. I felt like I was his whore and there´s nothing I could do about it. I wanted him to give me a lesson. I had been bitchy for weeks. Now it was his time to get it back to me. And I fu*king loved every single second of it… I fell in love with him again but in a different way. The way that I never thought that exists. He put out the reckless pain that was inside of me. It had been there for such a long time and now it was gone. He set me free. Finally, I was home.
– Miss Naughty
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