Possession and Repossession

I love being Ruf’s girlfriend.

It took so long for me to reach what had become this zenith of the pinnacle of womanhood that to see the love in his eyes today is the most powerful feeling in the world.

But, occasionally, I will hanker after another man. Wonder what it would be like to feel that fire inside me that only the possibility of a new conquest can engender.

Which is normally the time that Ruf pulls another trick out of his toybox. Carefully researched and precisely implemented, he reminds me just how deeply I am indebted to him for rebuilding me in this new image. How easy it is to make me just as excited about the possibility of being with him as with any new model.

He reaffirms not so much that I am his possession but my sense of belonging. And with that comes the knowledge that another man could be a part of the equation, but only as a threesome.

They both felt me stirring as I lay there pressed between their hot bodies but Smooth was the first to act. Pushing me onto my back, he did what he had promised and went down on me.

Opening my legs wide and sliding his tongue inside, lapping up the mixture of our two juices before sliding further down into the pool where two became three with its added sweetness from Ruf’s pineapple base. He seemed completely unperturbed at eating another man’s spunk, focussed purely on licking at me, trying to make me lose those inhibitions that this act still inspires. All my old fears and insecurities rise bubbling to the top with a new man, hampering my instincts, curtailing the possibility of my pleasure.

Letting him watch me masturbate, with my toys for protection, I could obscure and conceal but now it is just me, completely naked and defenceless. At the mercy of my own misery as it tries to destroy any feelgood factor; attempting to push him away. But he wont have it. And nor will Ruf, who takes my wrists and holds them tight above my head as he kisses me. Read more

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