Okay folks, this one is R, for violence and VERY suggestive themes
When I had thought of it before, I never really imagined it would be like this. Perhaps living as a serving maid preserved my ideals, if not my innocence. I wanted it smooth and slow, bodies twining slickly around each other sinuously. He was supposed to be perfect, supposed to love me as much as I loved him. But not this fast coupling that tears me until I feel like flames dance across my skin, licking between my thighs until I am sure my flesh is raw, slowly burning me to cinders. I wanted it gentle as the glass slipper when he slipped it on my foot, cool glass gliding over my callused skin. Perhaps it is too much to ask from him, but as he presses my shoulders into the coverlet and prepares to start his relentless pounding once again, he asks too much from me. Lying limp beneath him, I reach for the dirk I have kept beneath my skirts for just this occasion. He lets out a startled grunt as it slides under his ribs deep within him, and it is smooth and oh so slow as I gather him gently to my chest. And while his life bleeds away on my breasts, I think I've found something new to love.
When I had thought of it before, I never really imagined it would be like this. Perhaps living as a serving maid preserved my ideals, if not my innocence. I wanted it smooth and slow, bodies twining slickly around each other sinuously. He was supposed to be perfect, supposed to love me as much as I loved him. But not this fast coupling that tears me until I feel like flames dance across my skin, licking between my thighs until I am sure my flesh is raw, slowly burning me to cinders. I wanted it gentle as the glass slipper when he slipped it on my foot, cool glass gliding over my callused skin. Perhaps it is too much to ask from him, but as he presses my shoulders into the coverlet and prepares to start his relentless pounding once again, he asks too much from me. Lying limp beneath him, I reach for the dirk I have kept beneath my skirts for just this occasion. He lets out a startled grunt as it slides under his ribs deep within him, and it is smooth and oh so slow as I gather him gently to my chest. And while his life bleeds away on my breasts, I think I've found something new to love.