The End Of A Love Affair - Billie Holiday
you ask how i respond to your words?
i could write something lengthy and with passion
about wetness and want
about delicious desire
and all those flowery words
i will keep it short and succinct , in the name of urgency.
i want you to fuck me to the point of exhaustion.
“In the morning,” she said, “when weak light sneaks past the shutters and the world just begins to stir, I will want you pull me back against you, my small frame folded inside yours. I’ll want as much of your skin against my body as we can manage. I will want your sweet kisses on my neck and your hands caressing my breasts. Tell me that I am pretty. Tell me that I am yours. Tell me that you cherish these moments. Tell me that I am the answer to a question you’ve always had but never really understood.
And in the morning, when you slip inside me, rock me gently until we crest together and you soak me inside with your warmth.
But right now, I don’t want a poet; I want a predator.
I don’t want sweet caresses or soothing words.
I want to be fucked.
Unleash yourself on me. I want you to gather my hair in your fist, press me to my knees and fuck my mouth. Twist me around, bend me over the table and fuck me. Beat yourself into me so hard the table inches across the floor with each attacking thrust.
Don’t be gentle. I don’t want gentle. I don’t want to be cherished.
I want to be savaged.
I want to be stretched. Leave me sore. Leave me scraped and scratched and aching. Lay siege to my body and leave the long vivid trails of your attack on my skin for all to see.
Throw me. Turn me. Press me against the wall and stuff your cock inside me.
Use me. Pitch me on the bed and cover my tiny frame with yours. Pin me underneath your mass and fuck me relentlessly.
I don’t want choices. I want to be commandeered. Lay siege to me.
I don’t want to be your pretty girl; I want to be your filthy toy.
I don’t want your soft kisses; I want your thick, stiff meat in my cunt.
I am going to cum; I feel as if I could cum right now just telling you what I need. But I don’t want you thinking about my release.
I don’t want you thinking at all.
I want you taking. I want you to choose a hole and fuck it until your cream runs thick inside some part of me.
Employ my surrendered body until I can no longer speak.”
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