Redemption

I can still smell Him, feel his lips playing with mine, his cock choking me as he fucks my mouth, my hands on the back of his legs pulling him in harder and deeper. How tall he is when he stands over me. Him spanking me and licking my asshole. Now that made me jump lol. "Sir is going to cum on your face, girl." "Really Sir?" girl kneels at his feet "I want some in my mouth though, Sir." I never want Him to go but I know that is me being selfish. Sir astounds me. He never fails to surprise me. He leans back on the bed. "Show me how you smoke.." girl lights a cigarette and french inhales the smoke curling around her lips."Good" "Your ass was so red..did you like what I was doing with my tongue?" "Yes Sir!" I giggled "Very much" We lay on the bed for an hour or so, just kissing and touching. I love the way he grabs my hips, my face, my throat. Feels the bone structure. His breath all jagged as his slaps my face. The way he makes me feel so little. The way he looks at me, as if he is so delighted with His girl. Down to 72 kg, Sir said he could notice the difference, another 12kg to go. He didn't care that the wannabe slut ran away I think he was amused that she got so freaked out. Anyway I certainly didn't care. I know I haven't written in such a long time. I haven't really felt the urge I suppose. I have been seeing Sir for a while now and we decided I would look for another girl to play with. To cut a long story short I invited my flatmate to join us but I think it really freaked her out. Whoops. She seemed excited but then texted me today and wasn't here when we got back. I hope we haven't offended her lol.

I never expected what this is. I don't even know what this is. I don't know what to think or do. I mean I do, but I feel as if I'm falling in love with Him. There I said it. I never expected the tenderness. The way he grabs me by the chin so I look up into His eyes. Plays with my hair. Grabs me and nuzzles his face into my neck. He was so gentle tonight. It fucking kills me. Should I be feeling this way? When do the games stop and real life begin? The lines are all blurred. I wish I knew what he thought. I'd like to think I know what He thinks, I imagine what I want Him to be thinking, but at the end of the day who knows, and you know what who damn well cares? I'm going with it. I'm not into resisting much at the moment. He picked me up from work I was really nervous. "So this is what you wear to work?"