My fingers glide, wet with saliva and my own juices, over my pussy as I lie on the couch. I can feel the cool black leather against my bare ass and the creaking and moaning of the couch only adds to my excitement. I have this fantasy often, a man who can dominate me and force me to submit, but each time it feels like the first. I rub quicker, my toes flexed and my leg muscles straining. I can almost feel his hands entangled in my hair. I can almost hear the cracks of his hand striking my ass as he growls commands into my ear.

I like it this way, forced and violent, because it reminds me that there are bigger dogs out there. I sometimes feel like I have it all together, like I'm cock of the walk, but that isn't always the case. I need to be reminded, every so often, that I am (crazily enough) fallible. I can be taken down. I want to be taken down. Oh god, please take me down.

My hips gyrate to their own rhythm, causing the couch to express its own pleasure. I pant and groan as the orgasm begins to build, waiting for that moment when stars will appear. He's fucking me from behind now, my knees scratching the carpet as he teases me for thinking I could get away or that I didn't want it. He knows, just as I know, that I did want it. I do want it.

The warmth starts to creep up my legs as my fingers find the right beat, the nails lightly digging in. My back arches, I lick my lips... it's coming. Oh yes, it's coming. I'm coming... I press my lips against the couch in an attempt to censor the obscene words and moaning that explodes like the stars I'm seeing in my eyes. My toes point, my fingers dig in... oh fuck yes. This is what I needed.

This entry was posted by Mellie, on Wednesday, July 05, 2006.