Filling the Hole
Sir and I went to bed last night, completely and utterly exhausted. I curled into my little ball to settle in for the night. Sir slid in bed behind me, for what I assumed was snuggling until we both drifted to sleep. I was wrong. He grabbed a fist full of my hair, rolled me onto my back, climbed on top of me and forced himself into my already wetting hole. Through rugged breaths and gritted teeth, Sir growled, “I am sorry my dear, but I am tired and I need to use you as a cum hole tonight. If there is something that you need, it’s going to have to wait.” He proceeded to pound me, pull me and use me until his convulsive release. After he regained his composure, he gently kissed me, rolled over to his side, wrapped his arms around me and drifted off to sleep.
What I don’t think he understands is, that is EXACTLY what I NEEDED. I derive such pleasure from his Dominance and use of my body. I NEED to serve him, his needs and his desires. I NEED to be his cum hole, his receptacle and his release. I know some don’t understand that, but as I floated back to earth and drifted off to sleep myself, I felt more love than some will feel their entire life. Thank you Sir, for knowing exactly what I needed, and for filling my hole and heart.