I am a dirty queer.
A snippet from the only technically heterosexual smut I'm working on.
This story is violent. Starts with a borderline domestic situation and the wife puts on her Daddy persona and is going to beat then fuck the snot out of her husband. So yeah if the intimation of violence bugs you skip this one.
I am incapable of not queering things up for real.
I'll probably post more of it elsewhere for kinkster enjoyment.
You take a handful of my hair and pull my face into your crotch, grinding before you pull my head away. You smile down at me, you are incandescent and look rapacious, my cock is so hard it is getting sore and steadily dripping. I try to sneak a hand down to at least give it a small squeeze, just enough of a caress to ease the pain. As soon as my fingers close around my shaft you pull back and back hand me hard enough to make my eyes water and my ears ring.
I tell myself my eyes are just watering but those are tears. I'm going to start crying whether I want to or not because I'm there. I am in boy space and I have gone and upset you.
"Sir, Daddy please I-"
You slap me again and my cock throbs. I look down at your little feet.
"Shut the fuck up. Go in the bedroom you know what to do."
You get me going with a nudge and I get up and run into the bedroom.
This story is violent. Starts with a borderline domestic situation and the wife puts on her Daddy persona and is going to beat then fuck the snot out of her husband. So yeah if the intimation of violence bugs you skip this one.
I am incapable of not queering things up for real.
I'll probably post more of it elsewhere for kinkster enjoyment.
You take a handful of my hair and pull my face into your crotch, grinding before you pull my head away. You smile down at me, you are incandescent and look rapacious, my cock is so hard it is getting sore and steadily dripping. I try to sneak a hand down to at least give it a small squeeze, just enough of a caress to ease the pain. As soon as my fingers close around my shaft you pull back and back hand me hard enough to make my eyes water and my ears ring.
I tell myself my eyes are just watering but those are tears. I'm going to start crying whether I want to or not because I'm there. I am in boy space and I have gone and upset you.
"Sir, Daddy please I-"
You slap me again and my cock throbs. I look down at your little feet.
"Shut the fuck up. Go in the bedroom you know what to do."
You get me going with a nudge and I get up and run into the bedroom.