So... i'm having an extremely hard time in my current life. So as always, i get bombarded with flashbacks. Joy. Here is the most troubling one from yesterday.
i am trying to stand still for the lash. The man is obviously not very good with one, because there is no consistency to when it wraps. This keeps me constantly off guard and scares me. A man who can't handle his implements is dangerous. He can hurt you badly without even meaning to. As it wraps again and i feel the trickle of blood from the sensitive underside of my breast i look around for something to distract me. To my utter shock Jackson is seated on the sofa across the room. He grins nastily at me and i stare at him in amazement. Who the fuck is using me? i turn my head slightly, trying to catch a glimpse. The lash comes dangerously close to my face and i snap my head back. i pled with Jackson with my eyes. i don't want him to stop it... i want it not to be someone horrible. Please not one of my friends. Please not one of my friends boyfriends. Please. He gives me a broad smile that bodes ill for there being any kind of good outcome. Finally i hear the lash being thrown to the floor. The man presses on my shoulder lightly and i understand the command to drop to my knees. At this point i don't want to see who it is. i keep my eyes resolutely on the floor. As i see the long khaki cad legs in my periphial vision i hear his zipper come down. i lick my lips as i was taught so terribly long ago. His cock is enormous. i sincerely hope i can bring that off with my mouth. i close my eyes and take the length into my mouth. Still refusing to look at him. But soon enough the hand tangled in my hair is angling my head back. And, i know he wants me to give him the huge doe eyed feed me cum look. And, at last i open my eyes. i know i have to. And, i choke on the football coach's cock.
