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Ejaculate Your Soul
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Ejaculate Your Soul From Sapiogurl’s amazing blog - The SapioFiles - The post is titled Ejaculate Your Soul Look how hard you are baby, I love watching your fuck stick twitching in the air, seeking my touch. Your balls are so full, your throbbing cock hot and slimy with the oil dripping down. A sticky, slick hand-job, this is what you really need, isn’t it? I know it’s hard to admit at first, but you just want me to control it and get all the stuff out for you don’t you? This way you’ll stay a very good boy won’t you? Obedient to my whims and desires. You won’t think about other cunts or start playing with yourself like a naughty boy. Do you want me to do this for you every day, baby? Tell me. Thought I would try to play-off another one of SapioGurl’s posts as a challenge to see if I cold expand upon the story/concept without compromising the succinct power and passion in the original story. I also wanted to try a “letter” style post as a new medium just to see how the perspective and voice were different and how it would play out so here is the result of this little exxxercise; She comes home and find an envelope upon the kitchen table, standing up against the salt and pepper grinders. His handwriting is easy to recognize. The envelope is simply addressed to My Mistress. She opened the envelope and pulled out the folded letter. His penmanship was never the best but at a glance he can see the time he devoted to not only take care of his handwriting but to write in cursive to add a touch a romance. My Mistress, You have just left for work and I am still here throbbing, aching for your touch. I write this letter because I could not find the words to convey what I was feeling when we talked. I will always remember the softness of your fingertip upon my face as you made me promise to be your good boy. I have been yours long before we ever met. If you so wish, I will be that Alpha when you need me to be. Like the other day in the shower. I know you remember that kiss. How, when I stepped into the shower and even after all this time, you still take my breath away. There I stood as the water ran down your skin. A mesmerizing sight as i followed it flow. Over your shoulders down your spine. How the water seemed to cling to you as if it didn’t want to let you go. It flowed over that amazing ass and cascaded down your legs. You wouldn’t know it by what happened next but I was spell bound. As my hand touched your skin and changed the current of the water, I knew nothing of this world but an all consuming need of you. This is why turned you sideways and backed you against the tile. I don’t know how my lips found yours or remember what the water felt like but I still taste that kiss on my lips every time I taste the rain. I can’t tell if I imagined the smirk upon your face or if it was real. I was so desperate for you I can’t be sure if this uncharacteristic behavior of mine pleased you or not. I do know when I shoved myself inside you and felt your fingers dig into my back. I couldn’t get deep enough inside you. The craving to fuck you and be part of you was unweilding. I delighted in the sounds of us under that hot water. I loved the slick soapness delight of your body pressed against me as I feed upon the power of you. The feel of your breasts smashed by my chest as I lifted you with every thrust, you made me feel whole. The moans you made fueled my ache to be part of you and to claim you. Feeling you cling to me, these are the thoughts and memories that makes me hard and think about you all day. If you so wish, I will be the Omega like that first night you stayed over. We laid in bed watching tv after a boring day at work. You rolled on top of me and kissed me as my arms held you tight. My body couldn’t stop it’s own reaction to you. I yearn to be part of you. You kissed me and when I tried to roll over you stopped me simply by pulling off your top. You kissed me as your bare breasts grazed against me. My body is primed from just your kiss so we pull off each others clothes as we continue to kiss with you on top of me. I start to roll you over so i can ease into you when you push me back down. Your hands pinning my wrists to the bed. We both know you cant overpower me physically, yet we both know I can never resist your whim. I struggled just enough, to the point you had to make an effort. Your breasts hung in my face so you released a wrist and smothered me against one of them until i sucked. The resistance was over as you sank onto my obsidian form. Your hand smashing my face against you as i sucked and struggled to breathe. You rocked and ground your hips as you found a rhythm and your nipple started to feel that delicious soreness of adoration and want. I leaned back and looked like an angel hovering over me, doing devilish things to me. I watched your beautiful face moan and feel the pleasure. You owned my cock. It became yours. Its intrusion into you filled you just how you wanted as you wiggled and moved so it hit all the right spots. You had fire in your eyes when you looked down at me and had rapture when you threw your head back. What spell did you cast upon me to make me cry out “fuck me, fuck me” over and over, like they were the only two words in existence. I memorized every facial expression every bounce and jiggle of your tits as you fucked me into submission. I can still feel your hands pressed on my chest for leverage and on my thighs as you leaned back for balance. You had me, you made me, you owned me. In that moment, my god that beautiful moment when I surrendered to you, I found the purity of purpose with such clarity I have never known. You straddled me and leaned down over me. Laying on my back, I felt like Michelangelo laying on his back as he finished that last brush stroke of the Sistine Chapel. You arched your back as you rode. I could see you swimming in a pool of pleasure as the currents of need, desire, and bliss swirled around you. I watched you grab and squeeze those breasts as you continued to ride. I felt you squeeze me with every stroke and bounce onto me. I could focus on anything but the pleasure you gave me. I could feel your<b> juices running </font></b>down the length of me. Your juices glazing my balls when you finally let go. Your moans grew deeper in bass you leaned down and just fucked me with all your might as you came. You weren’t going to stop until you took what you wanted. You wanted my release. You didn’t just make me cum, you willed it. You took it. I have never felt so connected then in those moments when I am inside of you and I got to see the beauty of you and experience your pleasure like I never thought possible. You used me, you loved me, you accepted me all in the same breath. I was forever yours from that moment on. You know I flirt, it’s in my nature but you know no other could tempt me away from you. It’s you who makes my cock throb and twitch. I can not help but be turned on when I am but I will be your good boy. So when I am in the shower and the thought of you makes my body yearn for you to the point I need a release, I will be your good boy despite the searing pain of not finding pleasure when I need it so. When I am in the car or at work and a memory of you deceives my body into wanting what i can not have at that moment I will be good. The raging hard on will be an untouched monument to you. I won’t be the naughty boy my mind and body make me think I need to be. I am yours, your whims will be my guidance. Please I will do anything, I will do everything in order to feel your touch. My cock will twitch my balls will be bursting wanting a release but they await your whim and your touch. Everything inside of me is yours. Every inch of me belongs to you. Please my Mistress , yes, unequivocally yes I’ll do it. I’ll do it all for you. I will do it for us. Every whim, every desire. I pledge to learn and foresee your wants. All of me, for pleasure of your touch. Humbly and faithfully yours, Your good boy |
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