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BB's Dirty Thoughts; Dreams Part 1/ Part 2/Part 3

Added 2022-04-12 04:28:05 +0000 UTC

“I don’t like that I want this”, he seethes at my ear, curling my hip with one hand and making bondage with my full head of hair with the other.

“But you need it”, and it is wisdom for the ages spoken through a gasp. I arch my back into him, curve into hard lines, and he grits his teeth. Simultaneously disliking the admittance and addicted to it.

“But I need it.”

--

“I can’t stop-“ he grits his teeth. “I can’t. . . ever stop-“ it’s a complaint, but he isn’t complaining; he’s losing his mind, and his sorrows, inside.

I allow myself a moment of savouring his struggle, sheets in my fist. . . then I pull away suddenly, and before he can fight to pin his addiction and keep taking it, swiftly pin him on his back.

“When are you going to just let me make you happy?”

He stares at me with pain and love, and blinks back his tears with a soft moan as I once more descend.

--

When he had his hand over her mouth from behind, she was free. Free from responsibilities, free to say nothing and mean everything.

The slither of her translucent wrist and elegant fingers reaching behind her to caress his cheek and tuck into his hair, gripping, was as effective as a hand around his throat: the comfort meant he needn’t say anything, either.