Swollen lips? check!
Cuts at the corners of the mouth? check!
Sore throat? check!
Hoarse voice? check!
Bruises on throat from squeezing air off? check!
Tears running from eyes and snot running from nose? check!
Gagging and small vomiting sounds? check!
Tender scalp from using hair as a handle? check!
That’s how I spent my Friday night…what did y’all do?
I hated how even as He was fucking my face, using my mouth like a Fleshlight, I was getting hot. How even as I had tears running out from the humiliation and all the gagging, I was hoping He’d fuck me.
I hated that He didn’t fuck me, even after I completely debased myself and begged for it.
And yet I fell asleep contented and happy, and it was awesome to behold. 🙂 Even as I felt used, abused and discarded like an old kleenex, I felt loved and appreciated.
It is strange paradox.