It all started when i was sick of taking birth control pills and it ended with me getting an IUD. Here was the downer to switching birth control…”no unprotected sex for 2 weeks.”
Later that day…
He reassured me as we went back and forth via email that we are two creative people and we can get through the next two weeks without actual sex. I actually believed this was going to be doable and “just fine”.
That. Was. A. Fictional. Thought.
I was biting his right shoulder like a rabid animal or in his words “demon girl”. He was flinching as my teeth snapped as his flesh. His fingers were buried inside of me and i was pleading with him right in his ear,
“I need you to fuck me.”
“I need your cock inside of me.”
“I need to fuuuck.”
I was laying on my back literally crawling out of my skin. I sounded like a complete addict needing a hit and I was bargaining with the devil to get it. I was panting trying to get control of myself, I laid there being completely unreasonable and insane he whispered, “you brought your toys?”
Pant, “Yes,” pant.
I pulled out the traveling arsenal and the Njoy Eleven made a thud on the bed as it sat nestled in its case. I knew what he was going for in the dark room. I could hear him trying to warm up the cold steel. I felt anxious waiting for that metal to press against my cunt. The bulbous tip slipped between my lips and I gasped at the coldness trying to make its way inside of me. The sting of the cold didn’t last long as my heat warmed the stainless steel quickly. I gripped and tugged the sheets as he skillfully moved the Eleven in and out of me making sure it ridge hit the right spots going in and out. I was coming with each insertion and extraction.
“Harder,” I uttered.
He pushed more inside me and would let the end hit my g-spot each time. I was coming more and I remember telling myself several times to breathe or he may stop fucking me with it.
“Harder,” I moaned.
I pushed in as much as my body would allow I was gripping at the world. My body was thrusting against the steel and I wanted more in my sexual aggravation. Somehow pulled him on top of me to hold on to him as I kept pushing and coming. As he pulled the Eleven out of me I could feel wetness dripping down my thigh and the extreme heat of the steel.
“Next weekend is going to be worse,” he said as a matter of fact.
“I don’t want to think about that right now,” I said breathlessly.