It tells the tale of a woman who is desperate for more and how she struggles to get what she wants... here are the first few paragraphs to whet your appetite.
Don’t just slap me once, it’s not enough. I want more. I want you to strike my ass, your fingertips just brushing my cunt lips, and I want you to do it again and again. I heard a woman can come just from being slapped like that. Don’t you want to try it? Don’t you want to see if it works? Don’t you want to know that you can get me off just by those delicious hits?
I’ll get on my hands and knees for you, and you can stand beside the bed, the perfect position. I’ll tilt my ass up and spread my legs so you can see everything—my widened ass cleft, my sopping cunt—and wait for you to hit me. The waiting is the best part, you know. Waiting for that first hit, for the bite of skin on skin, then anticipating those that will follow. And those that follow will burn—burn so hot that I’ll want to tell you to stop yet at the same time I’ll wish for you to keep going. To see if the hotter it gets the hotter I get. To see if your fingertips meeting with my fleshy cunt does what it’s supposed to do. You could even slap my whole pussy, middle fingertip striking my clit, just so I could say that one time, just one time I was spanked.
It wouldn’t be so difficult once you got started, I promise. You’d see me getting high, hear me grunting and groaning, and fuck, wouldn’t that just make you hard? I’d be at your mercy. You’d be the one in control, deciding how hard to hit and how often. And if it’s not enough, I’ll tell you.
“More! I want more!”
If I knew you were hitting me and playing with your cock at the same time, that would get me off faster. Knowing you were enjoying it as much as me…I couldn’t ask for more than that. And if you used lube on your dick, and I could hear you working yourself over… The sounds created would be just like those you make when you’re finger-fucking my cunt. Do you like that sound? It makes your breathing shorter, makes you growl a little in your throat, and that’s what lube on your cock does for me. Gets me hot.
You’ve slapped me once in the past, just the once, and I remember waiting for the next blow. It never came, yet throughout our fuck I still waited, thinking, He’ll do it again in a minute. Please do it again. I never said I was disappointed when a follow-up slap didn’t come—it had taken all your courage to hit me as it was—but I was. Disappointed and wanting.
I wanted more—moremoremore—and now’s the time to give it to me.
Will you try it? For me?
Also in this set of short stories, coming soon...
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