girlsaysno

I want it again.  I want it again and now my neck is still in pain and my back is still red from where your nails were there and digging.  There are bruises on my chest from where you bit me and every time the strap of my purse rubs against it I think of you.  Frantically grabbing fistfuls of my hair and slapping me until I wanted to cry, and I did want to cry but I would hate for you to feel guilty, and I hoped that if I didn?t you would do it harder. 

I want to squirm again, underneath your arms while you hold my hands so I can?t touch and the desperation is like my world is crashing down around my and with one hand you could stop it all.  I want to beg again, softly at first until I am whispering, and choking out the word please.  You ask me questions I can?t answer because a shame found it?s way into my throat and trapped my voice in there, but I swear if I bucked my hips any higher towards your touch I would damn near float away.

You shoved my face into my own sheets but I know you were still able to hear me screaming, because you grabbed my hair and made me look up, and I let out a deep moan that came from somewhere so deep inside me I never knew it existed until now.  I want to say I?m addicted to the way you feel inside me but that wouldn?t begin to explain what I?m addicted to. 

You wouldn?t give it to me, until I nearly cried, and I was rubbing my cunt on any part of you I could.  I would say that you?re a tease, but you never let me go with out what I needed.  I would say that you were mean, and cruel, but I had never felt that good in my life.

And I want it again.