Erins Dream

Erins Dream Erins Dream

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

A character from Skin, Velvet and Wood makes a second appearance.

Summary

A character from Skin, Velvet and Wood makes a second appearance.

Content

Submitted: June 18, 2011

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Content

Submitted: June 18, 2011

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My Lord,

It was the same dream again last night.  You approach me from behind, touching me with your strong hands.  For just a second I feel the fear.  Have I done something to anger you?  My only suffering is that I might let you down one day master.  I am weak and have only my body to offer.

I don’t see you, but I know those wonderful hands.  I miss them.  Without saying a word, you push me down over the couch.  I can hardly wait for that first sting of your hand against my bottom.  First there is the matter of my dress.  It turns out a small matter as you rip the seams to expose me.  Your finger pushes into me and jerks out.  Here it is. 

SWAT!

I revel in paradise.  No worries, no cares, only

SWAT!

I cry out a bit.  I know you like it when we voice the physical pain you give us.

SWAT!

I force out a loud cry, hoping you like the moaning caterwaul.  I  ache for the taste of you cock pushing past my lips; crave the sensation of your penis pushing over my tongue.  I want you everywhere.

Your fingers are working my cunt and asshole now.  I know you’ll take me soon.  Suppressing my greed I let it happen.  I want your hands on my throat and to feel you sting my tits.  I want to wake covered in your bruises, but if all I receive a quick fuck it will be enough.

You’re in me.  Stoking slowly at first.  Out and in and out again, you’re the only cock I’ve ever had and the only one I’ll ever want.  As you fuck me, the fabric of the sofa rubs my clit making me want to cum.  Not before you Master, never before you.  My body is for you, not for me.

I dream you pull me back from the brink, resettling me for a better angle.  I love you Master.  Your warm fingers covered in grease work my ass with practiced grace.  I cry out as you push into my puckered hole.  My thank you comes in the form or moans and muttered pleas.  You know what I like; to serve you.

My legs are beginning to bruise where they push into the couch.  Thank you.  If only they’d survive my waking from the dream.  You’re cum is warm in my ass.  I can feel it.

You are gone before I raise my self, Master.  I miss you.

Your worthless slut,

Erin

 

Two years ago I wasn’t sure if the girl had in her.  At best I thought I’d fuck her a time or two before accidentally beating her to hard.  She embraced my sadism and with luck survived.  Her first useful role beyond serving as a receptacle for my sperm and anger? 

The distant ports of the Sultinate Kariff.  She was sent on an official visit and instructed to analyze the place based on simple criteria.  If she succeeded, only time will tell but she had tried.  The letter is code.  That I don’t see her means the land is two fractured to negotiate.  Three swats mean three distinct military powers in the region.  The bruises indicate what she considered substantial wealth, and the anal as opposed to vaginal intercourse is a recommendation of quick action.

Right or wrong the ability to commit to the assessment is commendable.  I’ll give her a proper beating when I next see her, leaving her plenty of bruises to covet.

 

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