Molly’s Ass #TwitterFiction #FuckToyFriday

I trail my lips down your spine, counting the vertebrae, and my hair follows. All the way to your ass. Bare and vulnerable.

Then back up over your bent, bound form. “Listen,” I whisper.

The crop in my hand twacks against my own thigh. Sharp. Hard.

Once, twice, thrice. “Hear that? That’s my heart beating for you. pretty girl”

My hand smooths over the curve of your ass. Delectable, warm, and far, far too white.

My cunt clenches in anticipation. Even as I raise my arm, even as I step away, one firm hand threaded into your short hair.

The crop, when it lands, snaps like bubblegum, but I’m not listening to that. I’m listening for that first tight, choked gasp.

And then for the sigh as I trail the leather tip up between the valley of your succulent thighs. I’ll stop only when I see

the raised red pattern of my labours on the lovely expanse of your ass. When I see the obscene trail of opalescent desire

has trickled down to your knees. Only then will I bend again, trace the welts with my tongue tip, a blind woman’s braille,

kiss you goodnight, and mourn that you are not mine to eat.

  3 comments for “Molly’s Ass #TwitterFiction #FuckToyFriday

  1. March 19, 2013 at 7:05 pm

    I have pondered this piece a great deal now, hence my lack of comment here. I am torn between loving it and wanting it, loving it because you were inspired to write it and wanting it because it would be so very different and challenging to what I know. Only he gets to hurt me and yet I find myself wondering if he would ever let this happen just because he could and just because he knows that it would address my inquisitive mind for this moment.

    Mollyxxx

    • March 19, 2013 at 7:13 pm

      It’s a lovely fantasy. And it’s probably even better kept as one. Hugs.

  2. July 28, 2013 at 10:39 pm

    “My cunt clenches in anticipation.” is so hot

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