Jilling Off

Sometimes it is so fucking hard to ignore how much i fucking want you inside of me, fucking me, taking me, making me lose control.

I know you prefer to play the sub, but you, on top of me, holding me down, pinning me to the bed, hands held above my head, cock thrusting into me, dominate me like that, please. Make me come half a dozen times with your fingers, lick me to orgasm more and again and again. Treat me like I am your dirty little fucktoy, because of course, I am, I could never be anything more.

Your hand burning into my thigh as I drive along the street and you tell me to let you know if it’s too distracting. I keep my eyes on the road but I can still feel it on me months later. Your fingers tracing across my skin, holding me against you, flicking across my clit, thrusting in and out of me and I buck and I moan and i grab at you as I come again and again. Our hands entwined in secret, hidden behind the backs of others, holding each other steady in silent streets. The wedding ring that shines too brightly, that’s always visible, your fingers in my mouth, the taste of me on your skin, the touch still burnt into me.