longer.blue

(reposting my prose via longer.blue to see how it looks) My head is pressed into the ground, my hands tied at the wrists. I'm not going anywhere. Just... be slow at first. Let me feel is gradually fill me up, push that first sigh, that first *moan* out of my mouth with that single stroke. Rest in me. Let me feel your pulse. Let me grip you. When you pull back, I moan at the loss. Then another moan as you fill me again, hot and hard. I feel the small bits of gravel biting into my cheek as you press down harder, feel your fingers curl against my scalp as your breath deepens. You try to pull back but I'm pushing my hips back to match you, not wanting to feel it leave me and there's a soft growl as your free hand smacks my ass but that only makes me press back against you harder and whimper that I need it inside me and You're in me again, and the cobblestone scratches my cheek with the force of your thrust. Pulling out and then slamming back in, over and over and I have this dumb grin on my face as I sigh and whimper "yeeeessss..." and now you're not pulling all the way out but just a bit just an ilm or two and it's so hard and feeling your hips slam against my almost *hurts* but it hurts in *just* the right way and I fucking love it. The world turns to black as my eyes roll up. Between having one ear pressed to the ground and your hand covering the other I can barely hear the rough sound of flesh slapping against flesh above the din of the people around us, and even that begins to fade as you continue to grunt, growl, and grind and I'm *gone*, lost in the sweet embrace of rough pleasure.