SUBDUED Written by Stephen
It's 4:30 AM and you have just returned to me from your lover. You're glowing, proud of yourself and haughty. I kneel before you as you as you hoist your skirt above your waist. Our ritual.
In your smile, in the line of your mouth, is that a hint of contempt? It amuses you, I know, my fascination with how he ravishes your cunt, but I don't care, I've already dropped my eyes, staring at how he marks you and leaves his presence known long after you've slipped from his bed. Your lips gape open, red and glistening and his sperm oozes from you in frothy foam. I feel subdued.
And this is what I want to confess, just before I press my lips against you to accept your offering, that I feel subdued by how perfectly and passionately you and he fuck.
I feel subdued both in the meaning of being hushed, almost reverential in the face of something awesome and majestic and also in the meaning of being vanquished, conquered.
When you lay beneath him, kissing, your eyes locked together, his thick cock stroking your fire. He is fucking you so powerfully... you give yourself to him completely, he possesses you utterly...
And I know that his cock then drives all memory of me from even the furthest recess of your mind. And I am excited, happy for you . . . yet also subdued.
It excites me to admit to you that you have subdued me and subdue me again and again, each time that you have him.
It's 4:30 AM and you have just returned to me from your lover. You're glowing, proud of yourself and haughty. I kneel before you as you as you hoist your skirt above your waist. Our ritual.
In your smile, in the line of your mouth, is that a hint of contempt? It amuses you, I know, my fascination with how he ravishes your cunt, but I don't care, I've already dropped my eyes, staring at how he marks you and leaves his presence known long after you've slipped from his bed. Your lips gape open, red and glistening and his sperm oozes from you in frothy foam. I feel subdued.
And this is what I want to confess, just before I press my lips against you to accept your offering, that I feel subdued by how perfectly and passionately you and he fuck.
I feel subdued both in the meaning of being hushed, almost reverential in the face of something awesome and majestic and also in the meaning of being vanquished, conquered.
When you lay beneath him, kissing, your eyes locked together, his thick cock stroking your fire. He is fucking you so powerfully... you give yourself to him completely, he possesses you utterly...
And I know that his cock then drives all memory of me from even the furthest recess of your mind. And I am excited, happy for you . . . yet also subdued.
It excites me to admit to you that you have subdued me and subdue me again and again, each time that you have him.
