Ibis - Leviathan Laroche (love letters to the dead .txt) 📗

clamped the pad of his thumb over my clit and worked it back and forth in time with his thrusting fingers, stretching and retracting the hood. 

I didn’t want to moan, I was trying so hard not to, but my treacherous hips had already betrayed me and started fucking back at him.

“ MMMMMMMM…” I moaned uncontrollably, tossing my head from side to side. 

Stars exploded behind my eyes as ropes of crackling electricity snapped my limbs taught. I gritted my teeth and held tight to the sheet I’d fisted in my hands. Rebounding back to my clit tenfold, the electricity slammed into me and I shuddered completely out of control.

Juices shot from my clenching cunt, drenching his hard fucking fingers, my hips driving my pussy against the base of them as hard as I could.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM…” I cried into the gag, feeling his fingers twisting and fucking in my spasming pussy.

He unexpectedly pulled them out of me and wrapped his hand around my thigh. I was unceremoniously flipped over and found myself face down on the bed with my arms twisted over my head. 

I could barely move. 

My muscles were limp and I could feel him pushing my legs apart.

He started fucking my juicy, tingling cunt again.

He slid those maddening fingers deeply back into me, then with his grip still pinning my wrists to the bed, he roughly lifted me onto my knees by my cunt.

“MMMMMMM….” I cried, my muffled protests now pointless.

Now on my knees, his fingers pulled out and I smelled the heady scent of myself as his fingers fumbled for the cloth poked into my mouth. I started panting through my nose.

Suddenly the gag was gone and I slipped my tongue around my mouth, wetting it before swallowing.

“Fuck me, you bastard. Please Johan, just fuck me!”

“You can beg better than that, my slut.”

“Ahhhh!!!” I yelled out, as blinding heat radiated from my ass, echoes of the hard slap ringing in my ears.

“Come on! Beg!”

“Please… please, oh baby, please…” 

Another hard slap peeled back my wantonness and I wallowed in it.

“Fuck me, please baby,” I whispered hoarsely, saliva drooling wantonly from the corner of my mouth. “I need it baby, I need it so bad. Your baby’s cunt needs your cock so bad… please baby… please…”

“Oohhhhh!!!” I groaned as he took my hair in his fist and pulled backwards. 

My back arched and he split my juicy peach, stretching my cunt and impaling me with his big cock as he pulled back on my hair.

“Ohhh FUCK! YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!” I hissed.

He buried the full length in me, and my cunt gripped him and twitched again, sending trickles of juices cascading down the insides of my thighs.

With my mouth open and gasping, and my hair pulled back tight, time seemed to stand still. Sounds were muffled and a knot coiled in my belly. The relentless pounding of his huge cock in my cunt drove me higher and higher, the knot tightening and growing larger and larger. Tingles broke out like wildfires across my skin. 

It was gonna be a big one!

I couldn’t even hear my own voice as I screamed.

“FUCK MEEEE!!!”

He yelled out what I so desperately love to hear.

“I’MMM CUUMMMMIINNNGGGGG!!!!”

He drove hard into me and shuddered against my ass, his cock head mashed against my cervix, blowing his hot cum deep into my cunt.

I trembled, impaled, moaning constantly, eyes closed and body tight as a drum. My pussy gushed as I came hard, gripping and releasing his throbbing cock over and over and over. 

Our moans mixed together as he released my hair and collapsed on my back. We were both exhausted, but I couldn’t even move.

“Mmmmm, baby…” he whispered as he kissed my shoulder and softly bit my neck, “such a naughty girl…”

Tremors wracked my body for minutes and I shuddered again as his thick length slowly withdrew from me. 

I rolled up into a ball beside him, tucking my head under his arm and trying to catch my breath. He played with my hair while we listened to the sound of each other breathing.

I was afraid to open my eyes in case it had all been a dream.

Johan got up and turned out the lights, before sliding back into bed behind me.

He kissed me behind my ear softly and gently licked the lobe.

“Tomorrow’s a whole new day, baby.”

I smiled and snuggled back against him. Thoughts Faded Ch.3

Mornings are wonderful on 'our weekends'. Not having to jump out of bed at first light and feed and keep our children occupied is such a blessing. Perhaps I should feel guilty, but when our two little ones are at Grandma's house, Johan and I get to be and act like we always have with each other. For two whole days a week we can relax and be two horny people who both enjoy sex, having fun, playing with toys, and all kinds of other things. 

'Our weekend' stretches from Sunday night until Tuesday afternoon when one of us picks up the kids from Grandma's. The intervening time we spend as we wish. 

Perhaps I should have said "as Johan wishes."

You see, Johan is my 'ideas man'. He likes to decide what we are doing and when we do it. I love that because during the week when I'm making dinners, breakfasts, and lunches and getting people ready, I feel like everything revolves around me. I have to do things and organise people, I make meals and I clean and wash. I relish my responsibilities and I adore my children. But nurturing, feeding and providing entertainment for two children under four is no mean feat. Add to that a sexually demanding husband and I'm out on my feet most nights.

Soooo, I appreciate the time we have alone together so much. We are fortunate to be in the position we are. Johan's mother adores our children and loves to have sleepovers at her house. And Johan has been able to arrange to work only four days a week, despite the time he occasionally has to spend in front of the computer. We are not super rich, but we want for little. I thank Johan and his shrewd investments for that every day.

In fact, I thank Johan for a lot. I thank him for rescuing me from a life of boredom in a small town. I thank him for seeing in me everything he wanted in a woman. I thank him for the love and care he shows our children. And the love and care he shows me. For the things he's shown me and taught me, and for the things we share and learn together, I thank him every day. Johan, in many ways, is responsible for where I am today, for who I am, and for what I have.

I mean, here I am, 'unsophisticated, average, small-town girl', married to 'sophisticated, well-above average, experienced, city man', living in a luxurious house in one of the best parts of town. Our street was one of the prettiest, with its large houses perched on spacious lawns surrounded by leafy and manicured gardens.

I know it was borne of insecurities that existed before I met him, but I often had the vague feeling that it was all a dream, and I would wake up back in 'Hellsville' (that's what I call Hallsville, where I grew up). I strangely felt like I didn't deserve it, like I must have cheated somewhere along the way. It was like a shadow of a doubt. Like it could all be taken away one day when Johan woke up and finally realised I was still just an 'unsophisticated, average, small-town girl'.

Of course, these thoughts were fleeting. 

I always brushed them away as nonsense. I mean, I'm not stupid as well!

Every day that we've been married, he's told me how much he loves me, and usually more than once. He touches me all the time whether it's caressing my ass in passing, or a quick kiss in the kitchen while I'm cooking. He pays such attention and he never seems to interrupt me at the wrong time, which my girlfriends say is sooo annoying. When he wants me, it's rare for me not to submit gleefully. I love him so much. He is so dominant and so passionate. And God, he's so big! And I don't just mean 'down there'! I mean he's a huge guy and he can handle himself in a scuffle, so he doesn't get into many. 

And of course I'm tiny in comparison (I weigh less than half he does), which means our sex is kind of one-sided. Like, he does what he wants, and I do as he says! Hehe. I prefer it that way anyway. He does what I want too, but I usually have to ask. 

Or beg. 

Johan loves me to beg. 

Anyway, like I said, I love everything about him and everything about being with him. I don't know what I would do without him. 

Which makes what I've done is so exciting, and at the same time so terribly scary and almost dangerous. It's almost like tempting fate. On the one hand, I'm excited by the prospect of a fantasy actually coming true. When I think about it, I can feel myself getting wet, and my hands start to tremble. 

On the other hand, anything could happen. I might not like it. I might even get hurt. Johan promised me I would be safe, but he also said in some cases, I might not know if he was there or not. That prospect made me shiver. I could really be at someone else's mercy! That's what made it both exciting and scary. 

But also, I wondered, what if I liked it too much?

I rubbed my thighs together as these thoughts flitted through my mind on Monday morning at 6.23 A.M.

Johan was snoring softly, and after checking the time, I put my head down and closed my eyes for a few minutes more. 

I wondered if Johan had a hard-on. I knew he sometimes got them in the mornings. 

I smiled to myself.

I imagined his cock in my mind, hard and straining.

"Mmmmm," I murmured quietly.

I've had a long-standing affection and curiosity about cocks. 

They're just... they're amazing! 

Some girls think cocks are just weird and funny looking. I bet they've never had a good look at a nice, hard, throbbing cock up close. They are just beautiful and get hard all because of me. I think that's what I like best about them. They are so direct. 

Because of how the man sees me, because of the things I'm doing, and because of the pleasure I can give him, he gets hard.

I guess that's why sucking cock just feels so natural to me. 

'Pleasure from giving pleasure', you know? 

I love it. 

I love everything about it.

And I mean everything!

God, just the thought of doing it makes me wet.

I love being on my knees, looking up at him and watching his face, his cock getting harder and harder in my hand or mouth. His loving fingers running through my hair. The sweet words of encouragement he utters. Or the nasty words that make my nipples harden and throb.

I love that I can make a cock hard with my mouth, standing up straight and strong and wanting to fuck me. I love that I can make a man's eyelids flutter and make him grit his teeth with the