I am bent over the edge of the daybed, knees buckling, sweat collecting in the crease where my thigh meets my pelvis.

You have the dildo buried deep inside me, after working it in and out, in and out, in and out for what felt like ages, deeper with every thrust, until I could feel the delicious pressure in that spot - that spot, that spot that can make me see stars if I'm not careful.

"Hold it in," you growl, leaning over my back, letting the breath of your command caress my ear, my neck. "Don't let it fall out".

I reach down between my legs, grasping the base of the dildo and pressing it deeper, holding it in place. My breath hitches. The position throws me off balance and I rest my weight on the shoulder of the arm that's reaching between my legs.

"That's right," you mumble, barely audibly, almost as though to yourself, as you straighten your back, looking down at my sweaty, heaving body.

What have you done to me to create this beautiful mess before you?

You squeeze the flesh of my hip, tightly. Tightly enough to hurt. At my flinch, my whimper, you groan, and your cock pulses at my pain. You squeeze again, even harder. I breathe through it. You laugh at me.

"Fuck, I love hurting you," you whisper. I almost don't catch it. You don't care that I heard you, but it wasn't meant for me. My heart and stomach flutter together. You truly want to hurt me, want to see me trembling, for your own desire. And I feel grateful to serve you my pain

You ready yourself, pressing the tip of your cock against my asshole.

I breathe.

You press in, slowly at first, and then with more purpose and force as you make it past my opening.

I breathe. Everything is so tight. I shake. I hold the dildo deep in my cunt while you fill my ass: deeper, deeper.

I hear you groaning, feel you hands gripping my hips, tighter, tighter, I am certain you're going to leave a constellation of bruises, fingertip sized. I push my ass back towards you in a moment of impatience and you moan as the last your length is buried inside me.

I'm so full. My brain is trying to make sense of the way my body feels, and now you're starting to rock your hips back and forth and I'm so full I'm so full I'm so full and now you're fingers are in my mouth and you're draped over me, rutting while my thoughts short circuit and you reach into my mouth and hold my tongue down and I can hear myself making a sound, a keening moan from the back of my throat while you use my body. Take my body.

This is where I want to stop time, because right here, where I am completely at your mercy and too full of cock and silicone and fingers to think straight, is the moment in time I want to expand into a never-ending moment. Your grunts and growls, your bruising grasp, and your thick cock taking taking taking -- it's everything, and I can't see the end of it and I don't want to.

But of course it does end, and you remove your hand from my now drooling mess of a mouth, but not your cock from my ass, and I know better than to remove the dildo from my pussy, which is dripping and gripping the dildo as if to scold me for even thinking about it.

No, you're not done.

Instead, you place both your hands around my neck and gently squeeze as you bury the whole length of your cock inside my ass, sliding across the wall of flesh you share with that dildo. You squeeze just enough that, while I can still breathe, my already sensory overloaded brain wants to gasp for what it's now realizing is in short supply.

Air.

I'm so full I need air so full air full fulllll I need to breathe —

You use the my own throat to brace yourself and pull me towards you. You thrust with force as I gasp for air. My whole body is overwhelmed with sensations and I am convulsing with the orgasm that is suddenly tearing through my body and you keep going because you're not finished yet.

When I stop convulsing you are still filling me. You return one hand to my hips, leaving the other still tight on my neck. I'm struggling to keep holding the dildo in place, and you finally pull out of my ass - I cry out at the sudden lack of pressure - so you can cum across my back. I feel the warm spray as it hits my skin and then slides down the slick of sweat that I'm covered in.

You finally pull away and lay down next to me on your back. "You can remove the dildo," you say, eyes closed, breathing heavily.

I slowly pull it out, to be met with the disappointing sensation of emptiness. I lay fully down on my stomach and immediately miss the feeling of my body being taken from me the way you take my body from me.

I heave a sigh. My eyes are closed. The sweat on my back prickles as it cools. You shift and I feel the tips of your fingers against mine and I smile against the blankets at the connection.