Forever and Always <3 (vs. Aries Reed)
Apr 14, 2016 19:56:29 GMT -5
Post by Bondo on Apr 14, 2016 19:56:29 GMT -5
I could feel the warmth fleeting from my body; with every whip, with every lash.
I could feel his anger, his hurt, his rage as he brought that force down upon my life vessel.
I relished in every smack, every hit.
The pleasure it sent, was almost instantly orgasmic.
I knew he could never mutter those three simple words, “I love you“; the thought of being robbed of his true affections, the thought of being the one to beat the desires I have for him, the love, the lust, the raw, hungry feelings I have for him, deep into his body... that thought that I would never deliver upon my promise has never crossed my mind. I find this upcoming contest to be rushed, to be a last ditch effort. His quick-tempered words and abuse aren’t telling me that he doesn’t love me or that he doesn’t need me. It tells me wants me. It tells me he has to have me. The thought of being able to give him everything I’ve got… it’s arousing.
In the end though, his desire for me will cost him. It will cost him his safety, both emotional and physical. His desire to feel me bleed and hear me cry in agony will cost him time, years from this game. I won’t buckle to his fists nor his words. He will not break me. He will be left disappointed when I walk away as the true champion of the night.
I look at Aries Reed and I see a broken man. I have cracked that hard, outer shell. I have reached in and pulled out the true silver tongued devil, and I plucked away at every petal that he truly is. My single red rose. And after I have broken his body at the Gold Rush, I will finally take what truly belongs to me… What I‘ve wanted all along. His heart.
His brother of blood has tried to come in and help him find championship gold. The Neanderthal that is GRENDEL. The two of them, thick as thieves, closer than I’ve ever been to him. It fuels my contempt. But those eyes and those dimples… they fuel my desire. His words, spoken ever so poetically, they fuel my lust. How can I hate a man that I love so deeply?
I shall find out if my love will last the beatings that we are both about to receive. He can threaten to end me, but it shall not work. I will not be deterred. He is mine, and mine alone. No family, blood or blood-brother, will keep him from me. I am his white knight, his one true love. I must be his everything… or there will be nothing left.
He is my single rose, and I will keep plucking away at every petal until I have him to myself. Even if the version I have of him is tiny little pieces… he will be mine. And I will keep him all locked up in my pocket. Close to my heart. Where he has always been.
Don’t try to end me, Aries. Just come and play. You and I were meant for each other, forever and always.
I could feel his anger, his hurt, his rage as he brought that force down upon my life vessel.
I relished in every smack, every hit.
The pleasure it sent, was almost instantly orgasmic.
I knew he could never mutter those three simple words, “I love you“; the thought of being robbed of his true affections, the thought of being the one to beat the desires I have for him, the love, the lust, the raw, hungry feelings I have for him, deep into his body... that thought that I would never deliver upon my promise has never crossed my mind. I find this upcoming contest to be rushed, to be a last ditch effort. His quick-tempered words and abuse aren’t telling me that he doesn’t love me or that he doesn’t need me. It tells me wants me. It tells me he has to have me. The thought of being able to give him everything I’ve got… it’s arousing.
In the end though, his desire for me will cost him. It will cost him his safety, both emotional and physical. His desire to feel me bleed and hear me cry in agony will cost him time, years from this game. I won’t buckle to his fists nor his words. He will not break me. He will be left disappointed when I walk away as the true champion of the night.
I look at Aries Reed and I see a broken man. I have cracked that hard, outer shell. I have reached in and pulled out the true silver tongued devil, and I plucked away at every petal that he truly is. My single red rose. And after I have broken his body at the Gold Rush, I will finally take what truly belongs to me… What I‘ve wanted all along. His heart.
His brother of blood has tried to come in and help him find championship gold. The Neanderthal that is GRENDEL. The two of them, thick as thieves, closer than I’ve ever been to him. It fuels my contempt. But those eyes and those dimples… they fuel my desire. His words, spoken ever so poetically, they fuel my lust. How can I hate a man that I love so deeply?
I shall find out if my love will last the beatings that we are both about to receive. He can threaten to end me, but it shall not work. I will not be deterred. He is mine, and mine alone. No family, blood or blood-brother, will keep him from me. I am his white knight, his one true love. I must be his everything… or there will be nothing left.
He is my single rose, and I will keep plucking away at every petal until I have him to myself. Even if the version I have of him is tiny little pieces… he will be mine. And I will keep him all locked up in my pocket. Close to my heart. Where he has always been.
Don’t try to end me, Aries. Just come and play. You and I were meant for each other, forever and always.
OOC: Sorry it's nothing more and kind of rushed. I wanted to get something up. My life these last weeks has been hell. I'm sorry for dropping the ball with this. Good job on what you've posted! Good luck brotherman!
