True Sex Stories: Rendered

There's nothing quite as powerful as the feeling of a strong hand around a delicate throat. For both parties.

There are certain things you should tell someone who lacks compunction with care. I note. I compile. I wait...

I reflect on how well her slender throat fits my calloused hand as her carotid artery pulses beneath the pads of fingers that are attached to her like remoras.

My thumb dents the skin beneath a delicate ear; the soft tissues and cartilage of her throat there for the rendering, for the taking.


Just a little squeeze...

I reflect upon prideful words spoken of enduring pain, of not shedding tears, of not tapping out.

These boastful words from long ago replay softly, repetitiously, within my mercurial mind as I feel first her fingers, fluttering as frantically as the beating wings of a frightened bird, then her beautifully manicured nails, as hard as talons, digging half moon impressions into my coiled bicep as I constrict and crush her throat.

Later still, I hear their faint echoes again as I lick the fabled tears that would not be shed. I stare into the teary, mirroring pools of her eyes, captivated by the fear, affection, and excitement firing and glazing within.

I dangle her over the edges of new depths as she rag dolls into my arms, then cradle her back, kissing away her tears as she closes her beautiful eyes and orgasms yet again for me...

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