True Sex Stories: The Fucking Was Hard And Excruciating And I Loved It

The best orgasms are the ones you really have to work for.

I had thought he wanted me to do some body worship, and to give him a hand job, but when he grabbed my hair and pushed my head down his body I automatically went for his genitals: he certainly didn't stop my lips and tongue from worshipping his cock specifically. I was hungry for him. He gave me some swats on the bum at the same time; they were enough to give me sensation, but not enough to distract me from my work. *smile*

Being allowed to fuck was a relief. (I don't know when I'd last had an orgasm.) My brain started getting fuzzy about then, but I know there was some nipple pulling and butt slapping while I eased myself onto him.

At some point he got me to do squat exercises while we fucked. We haven't done that for quite some time. I can't tackle it from a ‘do it until it hurts' perspective, because that happens way too quickly, so I go into a head-space of ‘just do it, however I can'. It is a primitive mindset.

I did the squats until there was a wall of pain, and then I pushed my thigh muscles through it. Then I pushed even further until there was no movement at all. When he pulled me down from there his penetration was deeper and the fucking was hard and excruciating and I loved it. It was taking the pain from my legs, putting it into my cunt and expanding it, sexualising it. I don't want to always be fucked like that, but it is an excellent part of our repertoire.

Were we done? Nope. I thought I was flying already, but he got me flying higher by covering me with slaps. I was his ragdoll. Yeah, cunt brained again. Moments of his hands hitting my flesh. Yeah, bring it. It raises the intensity. More. It doesn't stop. Right on my breasts, and sometimes catching the ends of my nipples. Ow, oh fuck yes, I want more of that. When he holds me close I tell him I am his fucktoy. This is subspace now. Fully.

Then he starts to hit my ass again. I know I am not going to move. He hits me more. Harder. Again, again, again. It hurts, but I am still not moving. Subbie girl. Endorphins flying high. This is the space in which he can be whatever he wants to be. He is fully in control. In that space there is no ‘No'. Safeword? I'm not sure I could. It is a delicious space. In this space I am completely malleable. When he says "Mine," I am.

I am starting to be able to recognise the perfection of the journey itself. There is a voice that says "For fuck's sake you knew that already." I knew the theory, but now I have the reality. I could never go back to less.

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