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ed and I loved Thomorr as he took me with the
force only men can muster. My own sex was hard and rubbed painfully
against the wooden table he took me on. He knew he didn't have to take
care with me and I didn't wish him to.
His body pressed against mine like a force of nature destroying a
mountain. I fought my restraints not to get away but to get at him, to
drag him deeper into me. And as he pressed his sex deeper into me and his
chest to my back, I felt us being to merge, to breathe together. I cannot
describe it any other way. We began to fall into each other, and I felt
the meeting place of our bodies in my heart... in our hearts. It
was more than a joining, more than a mating.
He grabbed my hips and began thrusting madly. I wanted more and I
tried to tell him so but my voice would only make the sounds of animals.
His sex ravished me and my hole burned at his pounding. My chest rubbed
against the wood of the stump. My legs burned and my wrists ached from my
wish for release. I felt possessed
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