My Secret

I have been harbouring her for some time.
I enjoy every moment with her.
Owning her, tying her and keeping her in my dirty little closet in a remote place.
To me, Domination is the ultimate experience of masochistic pleasure.

The sheer thought of stripping her is enough to excite me. It used to a daily routine but now it has transcended to become a perverse obsession. Denuding her off her accessories, unbuckling her straps and rubbing her body with my hands. Sticking my fingers up to probe into her void and rimming the bigger hole with my thumb, and lubricating her parts.

The first time we did it: Her eyes were tearing as the muffled cries were restrained from the sheer passion of the purest form of expression was causing her both emotional pains but such extreme physical pleasure she was torn. As I squeezed and slowly released her, a cry of deepened ecstasy left her and the sweltering heat inside her was palpable. She let out an orgasmic cry as she jerked forward. both of us collapsed into the grass, sapped but contented..That was my darkest desire being acted out in real life.

I fondly recall how we both made it through the mud. We paid no attention to the torrential rain. Bedraggled, besmirched and shagged , we laid. I felt her body press against me and I pressed mine tightly against hers, with my legs wrapped around her. We laid. Conjoined like a couple.

After some time, the rain finally stopped. My thighs parted and I lifted her up. Her wetness was still glistening on her number, N132. No. Do not misconstrue. She's not a whore. She's my wife. My rifle.