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~Ravish Ravish (Verb): To force (a woman) sexually. To seize and carry off by force. To fill someone with intense delight; enrapture. * * His hands reached into our toy drawer. Hitachi. Paddle. Smirk. “How do you want me?” I asked. “On your knees.” He commanded. “Yes, Daddy,” I responded. He warmed me up slowly, fingers running through my slickness. It had been a while. He was being gentle. Then the paddle hit. Not gentle. Once again. Hard. Again. Harder. He ripped my panties down and forced his cock as deep into me as he could. It had been a while. He was NOT being gentle. He couldn’t be. He had to ravish me. It hurt… so fucking good. He hammered into me. Deep, fast, grunting as he hit the end of me, over and over. Hands in my hair, pushing me down against the bed… I could feel his desire, his hunger, his beast. I’d been expecting a couple of spankings and a Hitachi to my pajama pants, but what I got left was my thighs shaking, my brain slack, and my cervix sore. He pulled out of me and flipped me over, slamming back home. This was most definitely where he lived. As deep inside of my body as he is inside of my heart. Inside of my mind. Inside of my soul. I don’t remember what he looked like. I don’t remember what I saw, heard, smelled, tasted. I just remember the feeling. Skin against skin, pain mixed with pleasure, sliding, chafing, making sure I felt him. Felt it. The finality of it all. There is something more about sex when it’s been a while. It was so visceral. The connection. Like we are finding our way back to each other, but we didn’t know we were apart. Like our bodies are starving for each other because we’ve been starving ourselves. Vibration hit my center and I jumped, pulsing around him as he moved with me and pulled me back. This was the first time a Hitachi hit my bare clit… and the reason besides this piece of writing that will ensure I remember this specific time forever. He held it there and kept fucking me. I lost track of how many times he made me cum. He pulled out, leaving me empty until the sounds of his moans fill me. I looked up and he’s stroking his cock over me, his hand sliding back and forth, reminding me that the waterfall he wrenched out of me is what’s squelching between his fingers and his cock. It made me feel filthy, which made me feel free, and I can’t help but moan. “Mmm. Please, Daddy. Please, please, Daddy. Please, may I have your cum?” He doesn’t answer verbally. Instead, I feel the warmth of his answer hit me, and then his fingers as he rubs it across my slit and pushes some inside of me. Right, where it belongs. Later, when I feel it dripping out of me, it’s a physical reminder of the fact that he is always inside of me, right where he belongs. It drips down my thighs and I smile, feeling the same way I felt when it was over. Ravished. ~goodgirlsdoresearch  "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.” |
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right where he belongs... to whom I belong to... if only... how many times I had this fantasy...
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Ravished.....a wonderful word !
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he was NOT being gentle. lovely. you must go get yourself ravished!
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7/23/2021 4:13 am |
Somehow she has always colored outside the lines. With one crayon, her color of choice, lust.
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That was fantastic, and the photo is priceless, bravo
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7/22/2021 11:53 pm |
you are one sexy lady
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That reminded me of years ago when I first became a DD. She was the sweetest thing, and she was mine. Nicely written.
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The days pass by, as I wait to be Ravished "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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